<?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-5383436133243816101</id><updated>2011-12-29T21:40:01.069-01:00</updated><title type='text'>pensamentos e confessions</title><subtitle type='html'>digam o que pensam sem hesitarem</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795966790416818057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>99</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-3177242915766318501</id><published>2010-12-17T13:24:00.003-01:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T13:50:44.464-01:00</updated><title type='text'>gaivota</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/TQt4l-3x7tI/AAAAAAAAAMU/ss_Cubl_ayw/s1600/gaivota.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 258px; HEIGHT: 195px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551663559591718610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/TQt4l-3x7tI/AAAAAAAAAMU/ss_Cubl_ayw/s320/gaivota.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Estou sentada numa esplanada junto à praia... Ouve-se a voz do mar, calma que está! Não há fúria no seu estado de espírito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Olho para a direita e vejo um bando de gaivotas, sobre uma rocha, a apanhar Sol. Como eu gostava de ser uma gaivota. Não ter que me preocupar, e ser livre. Livre de materialismos, de estigmas sociais, livre de tudo. Era extraordinário que assim fosse...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mas olho outra vez e recordo-me que não sou uma gaivota. Sou apenas uma simples mulher, que não sabe o que fazer, não sabe para que lado há-de lutar, nem por onde começar... Parece-me uma luta injusta, que já tem um final definido. Que por mais esforço feito, é apenas esforço em vão, sem nenhuma conquista feita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tento pensar que não é assim, que vale a pena fazer o esforço, mas é como se tivesse deixado de ter essa capacidade... Pensar! O que é isso? A que se resume? É como se estivesse vazia e nada fluísse dentro de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sou um recepiente vazio que pode ser enchido com qualquer coisa. Mas e eu quero ser preenchida por algo ao acaso? E se corre mal??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Quero deixar-me ir, seguir na corrente de alguma coisa, que me preencha e me devolva o sentido de viver... Me devolva o sorriso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Volto a olhar o Mar... Contínuo sem ouvir a sua raiva. Está tão calmo... Mas nem por isso me traz tranquilidade. Apenas angústia. É o que sinto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Se sinto, então é bom. É sinal que estou a ser preenchida. Mas preenchida por angústia? Será isso bom? Quero ser preenchida por sentimentos positivos, não sentimentos que me façam sentir ainda mais vazia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Quero reerguer-me e voltar a olhar para mim e ver a mulher forte que já fui... Com força para mim e para todos os outros... Onde está essa força? para onde foi? Procuro-a e não a encontro. Vim justamente ao Mar recuperá-la, mas está tão calmo que não a tem, não ma pode dar. Nem um bocadinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Quero soltar a frustração que há em mim e nem isso hoje consigo. Não sai nada de dentro de mim... Eu bem tento, mas não há resposta, não vejo nenhum sinal de melhoria... Continuo a procurar um caminho que não encontro. Nem bifurcações para lá chegar. É como se tudo se tivesse fechado, e os caminhos cortados. Estou num beco sem saída, nem hipótese tenho de voltar para trás. Estou enclausurada num plano vazio, sem nada... Não vejo caminhos, não vejo saídas... Será isto novamente a Vida a pôr-me à prova? Parece que escolheu a altura certa porque sabia da sua garantida vitória. E quase quase sem ter tido de se esforçar muito. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;É este o panorama que está para mim reservado? É? É que se for, muito sinceramente prefiro não saber que o é, porque não o quero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;O que realmente quero é a minha vida de volta. Tal como sempre foi e que agora não o é!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero ser uma gaivota e esquecer que sei andar, e aprender a voar, ver o horizonte e voar até ele, livre de tudo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383436133243816101-3177242915766318501?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/3177242915766318501/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=3177242915766318501' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/3177242915766318501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/3177242915766318501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/12/gaivota.html' title='gaivota'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795966790416818057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/TQt4l-3x7tI/AAAAAAAAAMU/ss_Cubl_ayw/s72-c/gaivota.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-8505713027519853667</id><published>2010-12-12T18:03:00.003-01:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T18:09:12.610-01:00</updated><title type='text'>onde está??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/TQUdrfgSaUI/AAAAAAAAAME/Eaeo5scFFlQ/s1600/for%25C3%25A7a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549874748832508226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/TQUdrfgSaUI/AAAAAAAAAME/Eaeo5scFFlQ/s320/for%25C3%25A7a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;falar por vezes ajuda... mas custa tanto tanto tanto que nem sempre o quero fazer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;quero neste momento estar sossegada e voltar a ser o que era... aquele ser com uma força extraordinária, vinda de algum lado... força essa que agora desapareceu e não consigo encontrar a sua fonte...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383436133243816101-8505713027519853667?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/8505713027519853667/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=8505713027519853667' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/8505713027519853667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/8505713027519853667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/12/falar-por-vezes-ajuda.html' title='onde está??'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795966790416818057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/TQUdrfgSaUI/AAAAAAAAAME/Eaeo5scFFlQ/s72-c/for%25C3%25A7a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-6054167601460098685</id><published>2010-08-06T14:03:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-08-06T14:08:47.186Z</updated><title type='text'>é hoje...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/TFwXPfb-vlI/AAAAAAAAAL0/6ergaYbnpC4/s1600/happy_day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 235px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 171px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502298399644237394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/TFwXPfb-vlI/AAAAAAAAAL0/6ergaYbnpC4/s320/happy_day.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;é hoje o dia de mais um aniversário... o aniversário de duas pessoas que se uniram há doia anos atrás... que passaram por altos e baixos, mas que continuam cá para o que der e vier =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;é bom saber que existe a outra pessoa, e que por mais difícil que ela seja, está sempre pronta para me "aturar"... Parabéns!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;é hoje o dia em que dei um novo rumo à minha vida... um novo emprego, uma nova vida =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;é bom ter estas surpresas depois de tanto que passei nos últimos meses =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383436133243816101-6054167601460098685?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6054167601460098685/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=6054167601460098685' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/6054167601460098685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/6054167601460098685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/08/e-hoje.html' title='é hoje...'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795966790416818057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/TFwXPfb-vlI/AAAAAAAAAL0/6ergaYbnpC4/s72-c/happy_day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-3712441101317964435</id><published>2010-07-14T20:12:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-07-14T20:28:35.019Z</updated><title type='text'>ansiedade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/TD4dqmglStI/AAAAAAAAALs/9IEO-rwX9Tg/s1600/ansiedade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493861213167504082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/TD4dqmglStI/AAAAAAAAALs/9IEO-rwX9Tg/s320/ansiedade.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;às vezes pergunto porque tenho eu de passar por tanto para obter o que realmente quero... cada vez que olho para o lado encontro alguém que consegue sempre tudo e de maneiras tão simples, sem terem de sofrer... é como se tudo lhes caísse do céu! não tem sequer de se esforçar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;queria tanto que as coisas fossem "ditas" normais... mas não. tem de ser sempre da maneira mais difícil! devo ter tido uma vida muito simples na minha vida anterior e agora estou a pagar... queria mesmo muito estar com quem amo, partilhar os dias com essa pessoa, chegar a casa e ter um abraço à minha espera, ou dar um abraço... sentir calor, conforto, harmonia e paz... olhar nos olhos e saber que por mais dificuldades que possam existir estaremos juntos para as superar... poder jantar e conversar sobre o dia de trabalho, rir, chorar, partilhar acima de tudo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;sim eu vou, mas tem calma... agora não pode ser... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;quanto tempo vou eu ter de esperar para poder partilhar diariamente... os fins-de-semana são tão curtos, e passam a correr e sinceramente, neste momento, já não me chegam! é demasiado pouco tempo... quero mais! mas a resposta continua a ser negativa... será assim tão difícil??? é assim tão complicado assumir uma relação a sério? de que é que tem medo? não entendo...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;o que sei é que dois dias por semana são muito curtos e não chegam. quero dar o próximo passo, quero 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/5383436133243816101-3712441101317964435?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/3712441101317964435/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=3712441101317964435' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/3712441101317964435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/3712441101317964435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/07/as-vezes-pergunto-porque-tenho-eu-de.html' title='ansiedade'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795966790416818057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/TD4dqmglStI/AAAAAAAAALs/9IEO-rwX9Tg/s72-c/ansiedade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-8708033931727728015</id><published>2010-04-24T19:42:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-04-24T19:51:59.554Z</updated><title type='text'>só me apetece...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/S9NLtlrW-TI/AAAAAAAAALk/sE2z6KxP2jg/s1600/her_sadness_by_oloferla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463794019510712626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/S9NLtlrW-TI/AAAAAAAAALk/sE2z6KxP2jg/s320/her_sadness_by_oloferla.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;apetece-me fugir... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;pedi apenas um simples favor... nada de especial... precisava apenas que estivesse presente durante uma hora e me gravasse a actuação...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;não! não pode ser... vai ser uma seca! etc, etc, etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;estou tão triste que não tenho reacção! senti-me vazia, senti o meu trabalho desvalorizado, senti-me abandonada!!!&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/5383436133243816101-8708033931727728015?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/8708033931727728015/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=8708033931727728015' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/8708033931727728015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/8708033931727728015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-me-apetece.html' title='só me apetece...'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795966790416818057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/S9NLtlrW-TI/AAAAAAAAALk/sE2z6KxP2jg/s72-c/her_sadness_by_oloferla.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-882283788201809420</id><published>2010-04-12T21:28:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-04-12T21:41:42.621Z</updated><title type='text'>desassossego</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/S8OTKsXP-NI/AAAAAAAAALc/6fTE_4EF01k/s1600/sadness.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 285px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459368985219823826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/S8OTKsXP-NI/AAAAAAAAALc/6fTE_4EF01k/s320/sadness.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;como a vida dá voltas sem que nós estejemos à espera... e acontece a todos... a minha deu uma volta gigantesca!!&lt;br /&gt;estou a trabalhar no meu meio =) algo pelo qual procurava há imenso tempo... e sabe tão bem =)&lt;br /&gt;mas como é também tão previsível... o que nos é dado por um lado é-nos tirado por outro... e acontece sempre que estamos felizes e realizados!! acontece sempre alguma coisa que nos destrói por dentro e nos faz querer fugir!&lt;br /&gt;adoro e começo a detestar ao mesmo tempo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;sinto-me a naufragar num mar de sentimentos controversos que persistem em acompanhar-me, não me dão paz... quero achar novamente o meu ponto de equílibrio e não sei por onde começar a procurar... &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/5383436133243816101-882283788201809420?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/882283788201809420/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=882283788201809420' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/882283788201809420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/882283788201809420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/04/desassossego.html' title='desassossego'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795966790416818057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/S8OTKsXP-NI/AAAAAAAAALc/6fTE_4EF01k/s72-c/sadness.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-8129230458314600580</id><published>2010-02-28T18:41:00.003-01:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T18:47:10.288-01:00</updated><title type='text'>again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/S4rIIeasysI/AAAAAAAAALU/yuAINOqOXiY/s1600-h/10_-_anjo_caido.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/S4rIIeasysI/AAAAAAAAALU/yuAINOqOXiY/s320/10_-_anjo_caido.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443383147560225474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;voltamos a andar à deriva... não sei para onde me virar e onde me apoiar... é estranho sentir esta sensação outra vez... já não sabia o que era... e não gosto de ter de a reviver! &lt;br /&gt;é tão inseguro nunca sabermos em que pé estamos e o que podemos fazer! &lt;br /&gt;queria tanto que as coisas fossem normais e não houvesse estes sentimentos de insegurança. saber que posso contar e que não piso em terreno movediço... &lt;br /&gt;quero mais, muito mais e neste momento sinto-me bloqueada novamente. &lt;br /&gt;ando novamente à deriva e não sei como reagir... sinto que estou num ponto de eboluição, e não quero!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383436133243816101-8129230458314600580?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/8129230458314600580/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=8129230458314600580' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/8129230458314600580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/8129230458314600580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/02/again.html' title='again'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795966790416818057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/S4rIIeasysI/AAAAAAAAALU/yuAINOqOXiY/s72-c/10_-_anjo_caido.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-2944578865828104430</id><published>2010-02-02T21:57:00.000-01:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T21:58:19.709-01:00</updated><title type='text'>novo ídolo de portugal</title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x0c08iJ5YMc&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383436133243816101-2944578865828104430?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2944578865828104430/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=2944578865828104430' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/2944578865828104430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/2944578865828104430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/02/novo-idolo-de-portugal.html' title='novo ídolo de portugal'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795966790416818057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-8543353532585695140</id><published>2010-01-04T10:12:00.006-01:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T10:18:45.985-01:00</updated><title type='text'>serra da estrela</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/S0HOEcKSMsI/AAAAAAAAALM/_tfW_YFzqA4/s1600-h/IMG00028-20100102-1720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/S0HOEcKSMsI/AAAAAAAAALM/_tfW_YFzqA4/s320/IMG00028-20100102-1720.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422842002004914882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Foi assim que a encontrámos =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;branquinha e muito nublada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/S0HN7OjxI6I/AAAAAAAAALE/dAZrOvNsEaE/s1600-h/IMG00022-20100102-1705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/S0HNjwafZeI/AAAAAAAAAK8/5K27P5a6DIg/s320/IMG00018-20100102-1646.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422841440505914850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383436133243816101-8543353532585695140?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/8543353532585695140/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=8543353532585695140' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/8543353532585695140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/8543353532585695140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/01/serra-da-estrela.html' title='serra da estrela'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795966790416818057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/S0HOEcKSMsI/AAAAAAAAALM/_tfW_YFzqA4/s72-c/IMG00028-20100102-1720.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-649022756653546078</id><published>2009-12-30T15:44:00.003-01:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T19:14:33.980-01:00</updated><title type='text'>2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/S0D6bP0tyFI/AAAAAAAAAKs/h9xNfhdrKDw/s1600-h/001-dibujos-victoria-frances.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/S0D6bP0tyFI/AAAAAAAAAKs/h9xNfhdrKDw/s400/001-dibujos-victoria-frances.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422609297365125202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Foram negros os últimos tempos. Pouca foi a luz que atravessou as densas nuvens negras que assolavam e teimavam em manterem-se firmes, envolvendo-me. É difícil reagir sem alguma coisa que nos faça subir, erguer a cabeça, e levantarmo-nos. Faz com que entremos numa inércia difícil de vencer. A vontade não transborda de nós, e deixamo-nos ficar. Acomodamo-nos, resignamo-nos ao que a vida nos reserva. Foi o que aconteceu com inúmeras situações ao longo do meu percurso. Mas nem tudo foi negro. De tempos a tempos existiram raios de luz que me ajudaram no caminho e nas escolhas. Nem sempre certas, mas sempre a contribuiram para o meu crescimento. Ê difícil crescer sempre com barreiras a serem levantadas. Porém existem alguns anjos que sempre me acompanharam e que sempre estiveram presentes dando-me o seu conforto e carinho. Foi graças a eles que me ergui e recomecei de todas as vezes em que precisei, tal como agora. Começo a sair desta inércia que me prende e atordoa. As luzes começam a rasgar a negridão. Começo a ganhar rumo novamente para o meu percurso, que se avizinha pesaroso. Mas é novamente o erguer da cabeça com esperança no futuro e que este começará a sorrir-me, talvez pela primeira vez. Vai-se iniciar um novo ciclo, vou entrar nele com a esperança de melhoria com todos os que me são queridos. Espero alcançar a tal tranquilidade que há tanto tempo anseio. Desejo-vos um ano 2010 em grande com tudo o que procuram! Não se deixem apanhar pela inércia, é difícil de vencer =) e traz como consequência um cansaço estranho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Deixo um beijo com carinho para todos os meus anjos, e um cheio de calor ao que me tem aquecido nesta última fase.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383436133243816101-649022756653546078?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/649022756653546078/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=649022756653546078' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/649022756653546078'/><link rel='self' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-1967011213478518795</id><published>2009-11-30T18:49:00.003-01:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T18:52:32.303-01:00</updated><title type='text'>incertezas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SxQiL9HphtI/AAAAAAAAAKg/O4p2mE3cuMU/s1600/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 210px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 175px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409986641159358162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SxQiL9HphtI/AAAAAAAAAKg/O4p2mE3cuMU/s400/image001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;gostava tanto que as coisas tomassem um rumo certo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;detesto estar na incerteza de não saber...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/5383436133243816101-1967011213478518795?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/1967011213478518795/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=1967011213478518795' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/1967011213478518795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/1967011213478518795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/11/incertezas.html' title='incertezas'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795966790416818057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SxQiL9HphtI/AAAAAAAAAKg/O4p2mE3cuMU/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-4805689063447437422</id><published>2009-11-09T14:07:00.003-01:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T14:11:51.838-01:00</updated><title type='text'>=/</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Não me resta nada, sinto não ter forças para lutar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;É como morrer de sede no meio do mar e afogar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Sinto-me isolado com tanta gente à minha volta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Vocês não ouvem o grito da minha revolta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Choro a rir, isto é mais forte do que pensei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Por dentro sou um mendigo que aparenta ser um rei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Não sei do que fujo, a esperança pouca me resta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;É triste ser tão novo e já achar que a vida não presta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;As pernas tremem, o tempo passa, sinto cansaço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;O vento sopra, ao espelho vejo o fracasso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;O dia amanhece, algo me diz para ter cuidado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Vagueio sem destino nem sei se estou acordado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;O sorriso escasseia, hoje a tristeza é rainha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Não sei se a alma existe mas sei que alguém feriu a minha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Às vezes penso se algum dia serei feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Enquanto oiço uma voz dentro de mim que me diz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Chorei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Mas não sei se alguém me ouviu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;E não sei se quem me viu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Sabe a dor que em mim carrego e a angústia que se esconde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Vou ser forte e vou-me erguer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;E ter coragem de querer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Não ceder, nem desistir eu prometo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Busquei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Nas palavras o conforto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Dancei no silêncio morto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;E o escuro revelou que em mim a Luz se esconde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Vou ser forte e vou-me erguer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;E ter coragem de querer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Não ceder, nem desistir eu prometo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Não há dia que não pergunte a Deus porque nasci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Eu não pedi, alguém me diga o que faço aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Se dependesse de mim teria ficado onde estava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Onde não pensava, não existia e não chorava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Prisioneiro de mim próprio, o meu pior inimigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Às vezes penso que passo tempo demais comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Olho para os lados, não vejo ninguém para me ajudar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Um ombro para me apoiar, um sorriso para me animar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Quem sou eu? Para onde vou? De onde vim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Alguém me diga porque me sinto assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Sinto que a culpa é minha mas não sei bem porquê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Sinto lágrimas nos meus olhos mas ninguém as vê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Estou farto de mim, farto daquilo que sou, farto daquilo que penso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Mostrem-me a saída deste abismo imenso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Pergunto-me se algum dia serei feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Enquanto oiço uma voz dentro de mim que me diz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Chorei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Mas não sei se alguém me ouviu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;E não sei se quem me viu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Sabe a dor que em mim carrego e a angústia que se esconde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Vou ser forte e vou-me erguer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;E ter coragem de querer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Não ceder, nem desistir eu prometoBusquei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Nas palavras o confortoDancei no silêncio morto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;E o escuro revelou que em mim a Luz se esconde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Vou ser forte e vou-me erguer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;E ter coragem de querer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Não ceder, nem desistir eu prometo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Tento não me ir abaixo mas não sou de ferro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Quando penso que tudo vai passar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Parece que mais me enterro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Sinto uma nuvem cinzenta que me acompanha onde estiver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;E penso para mim mesmo será que Deus me quer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Será a vida apenas uma corrida prá morte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Cada um com a sua sina, cada um com a sua sorte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Não peço muito, não peço mais do que tenho direito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Olho para trás e analiso tudo o que tenho feito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;E mesmo quando errei foi a tentar fazer o bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Não sei o que é o ódio, não desejo mal a ninguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Há-de surgir um raio de luz no meio da porcaria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Porque até um relógio parado está certo duas vezes por dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Vou-me aguentando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;A esperança é a última a morrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Neste jogo incerto o resultado não posso prever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;E quando penso em desistir por me sentir infeliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Oiço uma voz dentro de mim que me diz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Mantém-te firme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Boss AC feat Mariza, &lt;em&gt;Alguém me ouviu (mantém-te firme)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;esta letra diz tudo... não preciso de acrescentar nada...&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/5383436133243816101-4805689063447437422?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4805689063447437422/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=4805689063447437422' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/4805689063447437422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/4805689063447437422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='=/'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795966790416818057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-4542172562463674622</id><published>2009-11-09T13:47:00.002-01:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T13:50:04.314-01:00</updated><title type='text'>alguns dias</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;porque é que tudo tem de ser aprendido da maneira mais dura??? não sei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;mais quatro dias... mas continuo com um estranho pressentimento... há alguma coisa que não bate certo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;mais alguns dias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383436133243816101-4542172562463674622?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4542172562463674622/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=4542172562463674622' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/4542172562463674622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/4542172562463674622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/11/alguns-dias.html' title='alguns dias'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795966790416818057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-4045347872616410491</id><published>2009-10-31T21:02:00.002-01:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T21:04:24.179-01:00</updated><title type='text'>feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;something is wrong but i don't know what it is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i feel it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;he says no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but i know&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/5383436133243816101-4045347872616410491?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4045347872616410491/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=4045347872616410491' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/4045347872616410491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/4045347872616410491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/10/feelings.html' title='feelings'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795966790416818057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-2728894337250159150</id><published>2009-10-27T16:21:00.004-01:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T16:35:53.041-01:00</updated><title type='text'>nightmare</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SucvVMb4tYI/AAAAAAAAAKY/uZxgdmQ-FUg/s1600-h/nightmare-the_world_ruler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 193px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 245px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397334719588775298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SucvVMb4tYI/AAAAAAAAAKY/uZxgdmQ-FUg/s400/nightmare-the_world_ruler.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;it's time to start again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;it's time to stop crying...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i always had strength but now i don't know what is happening to me... i fall down and it seems that I don't have the strength to stand ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;it looks like a nightmare from which I never wake up...&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/5383436133243816101-2728894337250159150?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2728894337250159150/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=2728894337250159150' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/2728894337250159150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/2728894337250159150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/10/nightmare.html' title='nightmare'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795966790416818057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SucvVMb4tYI/AAAAAAAAAKY/uZxgdmQ-FUg/s72-c/nightmare-the_world_ruler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-612957369369374010</id><published>2009-10-17T21:35:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-10-17T21:43:52.957Z</updated><title type='text'>para ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/Sto6LhtgNgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/HQz8lZ3oRE8/s1600-h/53002424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 236px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393687473431787010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/Sto6LhtgNgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/HQz8lZ3oRE8/s400/53002424.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;só passaram duas semanas, mas para mim parece ter passado uma eternidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;já não vejo o dia em que te vou beijar novamente,&lt;br /&gt;sentir a tua pele na minha,&lt;br /&gt;sentir o teu beijo,&lt;br /&gt;sentir o teu cheiro,&lt;br /&gt;sentir-te em mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;sinto tanto a tua falta... é díficil para mim passar os dias sozinha, mas saber que iremos estar juntos num futuro próximo dá-me forças para continuar... não sei como nem porquê... sei que tinha de acontecer, e de tudo o que passei nos últimos tempos foste a melhor coisa... gosto de ti do fundo do meu coração e tenho vontade de o gritar a plenos pulmões para que todos o saibam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;podia dizer que gosto de ti daqui até à lua mas já é tão banalizado que prefiro apenas dizer GOSTO DE TI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;nunca te esqueças disso...&lt;br /&gt;quero-te tanto, desejo-te com tanta força que tenho a certeza de que o sentes ai, mesmo distante...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383436133243816101-612957369369374010?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/612957369369374010/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=612957369369374010' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/612957369369374010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/612957369369374010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/10/para-ti.html' title='para ti'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795966790416818057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/Sto6LhtgNgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/HQz8lZ3oRE8/s72-c/53002424.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-1983911485243268990</id><published>2009-10-03T15:25:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-10-03T15:28:17.563Z</updated><title type='text'>partindo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;eu prometo que assim que tiver acesso à internet lá eu continuo o meu blogue =) conto tudo tudo o que lá se passa =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;é tão complicado escolher o que levar!!! nem sei, acho que não levo nada e a mala já tem peso a mais!!! olho para o guarda-fato e ainda está cheio... lol não sei... e as minhas botas??? não cabem na mala! vão ficar todas enfiadas, confinadas ao armário...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;e os livros na estante? vão ficar a apanhar pó... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;bem, enfim, c'est la vie =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383436133243816101-1983911485243268990?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/1983911485243268990/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=1983911485243268990' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/1983911485243268990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/1983911485243268990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/10/partindo.html' title='partindo'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795966790416818057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-4140232693256877403</id><published>2009-09-28T14:08:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-09-28T14:36:01.164Z</updated><title type='text'>quando Nietzsche chorou</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SsDJxBmM-ZI/AAAAAAAAAKI/HXZtjr9Pm28/s1600-h/nietzsche.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 85px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 135px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386526998414555538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SsDJxBmM-ZI/AAAAAAAAAKI/HXZtjr9Pm28/s400/nietzsche.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"ninguém deseja ajudar os outros, afirma; pelo contrário, as pessoas apenas desejam dominar e aumentar o seu próprio poder." pg 27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"-tenho peródos negros. Quem não os tem? Mas eles não me possuem. Eles não pertencem à minha doença, mas ao meu ser. Poder-se-ia dizer que tenho a coragem de os ter." pg 66&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Atinge-se a verdade - continuou Nietzche - através da descrença e do cepticismo e não do desejo infantil de que uma coisa aconteça de certa maneira! O desejo do seu paciente em estar nas mãos de Deus não é verdadeiro. É simplesmente um desejo infantil e nada mais! É um desejo de não morrer, o desejo do eterno mamilo intumescido que classificamos como "Deus". A teoria da evolução demosntra cientificamente a redundância de Deus, embora o próprio Darwin não tivesse coragem de levar as evidências até à sua verdadeira conclusão. Certamente, o senhor tem de entender que nós criámos Deus e que todos nós, agora em conjunto, o matamos." pg 78&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"«Os pensamentos são as sombras dos nossos sentimentos: cada vez mais escuros, vazios e simples». «hoje em dia, já ninguém morre devido a verdades fatais; existem antídotos em demasia»" pg 87&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"A vida é um exame sem respostas certas. Se fosse possível começar tudo outra vez, ach0 que faria exactamente a mesma coisa, cometeria os mesmos erros. Um dia destes, imaginei um bom enredo para um romance. Ah! se eu fosse escritor! Imagine o seguinte: um home de meia-idade que viveu uma vida insatisfatória, é abordado por um génio que lhe oferece a oportunidade de voltar a viver a sua vida, mantendo plena memória da vida anterior. É claro que aprovieta a oportunidade. Mas, para seu espanto e horror, descobre que está a viver a mesma vida: a fazer as mesmas escolhas, a repetir os mesmos erros, a abraçar as mesmas falsas metas e falsos deuses. [...] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;-Metas? As metas estão na cultura, no ar! Nós respiramo-las. Todas as crianças com quem cresci inalaram as mesmas metas. Todos queríamos sair do gueto judaico, subir na vida, ter sucesso, riqueza, respeitabilidade. era o que todos queríamos! nunca nenhum de nós se pôs deliberadamente a escolher metas, elas estavam mesmo ali, as consequências naturais do meu tempo, o meu povo, a minha família. [...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;-O indivíduo não selecciona conscientemente as suas metas de vida: estas são um acidente da história, não são?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;-Não tomar posse do seu plano de vida é deixar que a sua existência seja um acidente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;- Mas - protestou Breuer - ninguém desfruta de tal liberdade. Não pode fugir da perspectiva da sua época, da sua cultura, da sua família, do seu..." pg 198,199&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"A filisofia dele era &lt;em&gt;sobre&lt;/em&gt; a vida e &lt;em&gt;para&lt;/em&gt; a vida. As melhores verdade - dizia sempre - era verdades sangrentas, extraídas da experiência de vida da própria pessoa." pg 207&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"- Claro que sofre, é o preço de ter visão. Claro que sente medo, viver &lt;em&gt;significa&lt;/em&gt; correr perigo." pg 209&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Quis apenas dizer que, para se relacionar planamente com o outro, precisa primeiro de se relacionar consigo mesmo. Se não conseguimos abraçar a nossa própria solidão, usaremos simplesmente o outro como um escudo contra o isolamento. Só quando se consegue viver como a águia, sem absolutamente qualquer público, se consegue voltar para outra pessoa com amor; só então se é capaz de preocupar com o engrandecimento do outro ser humano." pg 292&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;by&lt;/em&gt; Yalom, Irvin D&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;in &lt;/em&gt;Quando Nietzsche chorou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383436133243816101-4140232693256877403?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4140232693256877403/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SoSKXKs79UI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/6NEX9af5aTY/s400/lasttime.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383436133243816101-2809987577086131965?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2809987577086131965/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=2809987577086131965' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/2809987577086131965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/2809987577086131965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/08/message.html' title='a message'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795966790416818057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SoSKdULB_MI/AAAAAAAAAKA/XFJLwJHRfJw/s72-c/chick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-1047862705807342856</id><published>2009-08-13T21:34:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-08-13T21:43:27.391Z</updated><title type='text'>de volta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SoSI2BvEN_I/AAAAAAAAAJw/CCKPtOMXQzQ/s1600-h/pensamento+confuso.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SoSI2BvEN_I/AAAAAAAAAJw/CCKPtOMXQzQ/s1600-h/pensamento+confuso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 121px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 121px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369567117492631538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SoSI2BvEN_I/AAAAAAAAAJw/CCKPtOMXQzQ/s400/pensamento+confuso.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;de volta ao mundo normal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;de volta às pessoas parvas, que não têm mais nada para fazer do que chatear os outros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"ah e tal, eu levanto-me e vou imbirrar com o primeiro que aparecer", poupem-me, procurem ajuda nalgum lado... não tenho de levar com estas merdas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;de volta a casa com o gato à procura de miminhos...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;de volta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;quero regressar aos tempos em que não tinha responsabilidades e ser novamente livre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;de volta com a cabeça às voltas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;penso penso penso e não sei mais que pensar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;se explodo, vai tudo à frente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;se não o faço, ando num mau estar que nem eu própria me suporto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;queres companhia? nem por isso! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;é o máximo depois de um dia exasperante de trabalho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;é exactamente a resposta que esperava ouvir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;fds pa isto tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383436133243816101-1047862705807342856?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/1047862705807342856/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-7519184479167353455</id><published>2009-07-04T14:43:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-07-04T14:45:20.981Z</updated><title type='text'>ferinhas =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/Sk9q6V0QSPI/AAAAAAAAAJo/1w9uMRAts1g/s1600-h/02072009072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354616032488081650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/Sk9q6V0QSPI/AAAAAAAAAJo/1w9uMRAts1g/s400/02072009072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;uma pequena amostra das minhas manhãs e tardes =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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=)'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795966790416818057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/Sk9q6V0QSPI/AAAAAAAAAJo/1w9uMRAts1g/s72-c/02072009072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-4829919232425095580</id><published>2009-07-04T14:28:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-07-04T14:43:32.701Z</updated><title type='text'>a bruxa de oz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;“- não queres esperar pelos jornais da manhã para ver o que dizem? Se é que dirão alguma coisa?&lt;br /&gt;- tu depois mandas-me um. Não, tenho de ir, estou a precisar de ar fresco. Avaric, madame, amigos, foi uma surpresa e, suponho, um prazer. – Mas sentiu um certo ressentimento ao dizê-lo.&lt;br /&gt;- um prazer para alguns – disse a esposa do margrave, que não apreciou nada a conversa. – parece-me impróprio falar sobre o mal durante toda uma refeição. Estraga a digestão.&lt;br /&gt;- ora, ora – contrapôs a Bruxa -, será que só na juventude é que nos é permitido ter a coragem de fazermos a nós mesmos perguntas assim tão sérias?&lt;br /&gt;- bom, eu fico-me pela minha sugestão – respondeu Avaric. – o mal não é cometer más acções, é sentirmo-nos mal depois das cometermos. Não existe nenhum valor absoluto inerente ao comportamento. Em primeiro lugar...&lt;br /&gt;- inércia institucional – reinvidicou a Bruxa. – mas, afinal de contas, o que é que tem o poder absoluto assim de tão encantador?&lt;br /&gt;- é por isso que eu digo que se trata apenas de um padecimento da psique, como a vaidade ou a ganância – aventou um magnata do cobre. – e todos sabemos que tanto a vaidade como a ganância podem dar origem a resultados espantosos nas relações humanas, nem todas repreensíveis.&lt;br /&gt;- é uma ausência do bem, nada mais – argumentou a sua amante, uma colunista do Informer de Shiz. – a sua natureza do mundo é ser calmo e engrandecer e apoiar a vida, e o mal é uma ausência da inclinação natural da matéria para estar em paz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- disparate – contrapôs Avaric. – o mal é um estádio primevo do desenvolvimento moral. Todas as crianças são más por natureza. Os criminosos são apenas aqueles que não progrediram...&lt;br /&gt;- penso que seja uma presença, não uma ausência – interrompeu um artista. – o mal é uma personagem escarnada, um incubo ou um súcubo. É um outro e não nós.&lt;br /&gt;- nem sequer eu? - respondeu a Bruxa, desempenhando o papel mais convincentemente do que esperava – uma assasina autoconfessa?&lt;br /&gt;- ora, ora – respondeu o artista. – todos nós nos mostramos sob o nosso melhor ângulo. E isso é apenas uma vaidade normal.&lt;br /&gt;- o mal não é uma coisa, não é uma pessoa, é um atributo, como a beleza...&lt;br /&gt;- é um poder, como o vento...&lt;br /&gt;- é uma infecção...&lt;br /&gt;- é metafísico, essencialmente: a corruptibilidade da criação...&lt;br /&gt;- assim sendo, culpemos o Deus Inonimado.&lt;br /&gt;- mas será que o Deus Inonimado criou o mal intencionalmente, ou terá sido um mero erro cometido durante a criação?&lt;br /&gt;- não é uma coisa do etéreo e da eternidade, o mal. Pertence à esfera do terreno, é físico, uma desarticularção entre os nossos corpos e as nossas almas. O mal é inanemente corpóreo, são seres humanos a causar dor uns aos outros, nem mais nem menos...&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;- não, estão todos errados, a nossa religião de infância é que é certa: o mal é, no seu âmago, moral... é a escolha do vício em detrimento da virtude. Podem fazer de conta que não o sabem, podem racionalizar a questão, mas, na vossa consciência, sabem que é assim...&lt;br /&gt;- o mal é uma acção, não um apetite. Quantos de nós não desejámos já cortar a goela a algum conviva menos agradável sentado à nossa frente numa mesa? [...] toda a gente tem esse apetite. Se cedermos a ele, isso sim, esse acto, é que é maléfico. O apetite, o desejo, é normal.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;in "a bruxa de oz", Gregory Maguire, pag 447, 448&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;esta é uma das minhas passagens preferidas do livro que o Chicken me emprestou!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;dá que pensar sobre "o mal". é algo que nasce com todos, mas todos temos a opção de o prender dentro da nossa maneira de ser ou de o trazer à superfície agindo através dele... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383436133243816101-4829919232425095580?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4829919232425095580/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=4829919232425095580' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/4829919232425095580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/4829919232425095580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/07/bruxa-de-oz.html' title='a bruxa de oz'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795966790416818057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-4699259233557355308</id><published>2009-06-14T18:34:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-06-14T18:35:40.074Z</updated><title type='text'>santos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SjVC5Eclt5I/AAAAAAAAAJg/dqhmgc1p_po/s1600-h/manjerico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347253680785962898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SjVC5Eclt5I/AAAAAAAAAJg/dqhmgc1p_po/s400/manjerico.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;nunca lá tinha ido... mas adorei... muita gente, muito convívio, tudo na boa onda... as musiquinhas são o máximo, e gostando ou não toda a gente dança!!! para o ano há 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/5383436133243816101-4699259233557355308?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4699259233557355308/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=4699259233557355308' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/4699259233557355308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/4699259233557355308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/06/santos.html' title='santos'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795966790416818057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SjVC5Eclt5I/AAAAAAAAAJg/dqhmgc1p_po/s72-c/manjerico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-1600308752717869307</id><published>2009-05-28T13:09:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-05-29T08:57:59.122Z</updated><title type='text'>a festa do sing star</title><content type='html'>qual buzzz qual quê!!! o que o people curte é o sing star!!! e até encarnam quando cantam!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="402" height="306" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6c28229c2152e56c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6c28229c2152e56c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329879589%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DC36EDC44FEA8F26F6E5EEA52B266A1091AE3F80.279B918EFAFBEEAD112D0608A1F2C182E38EDF47%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6c28229c2152e56c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DwMZr7hUCmW984pM-k3IqWUEtPBo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="402" height="306" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6c28229c2152e56c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329879589%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DC36EDC44FEA8F26F6E5EEA52B266A1091AE3F80.279B918EFAFBEEAD112D0608A1F2C182E38EDF47%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6c28229c2152e56c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DwMZr7hUCmW984pM-k3IqWUEtPBo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383436133243816101-1600308752717869307?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6c28229c2152e56c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/1600308752717869307/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=1600308752717869307' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/1600308752717869307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/1600308752717869307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/05/festa-do-sing-star.html' title='a festa do sing star'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795966790416818057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-4645805304499738361</id><published>2009-05-24T15:14:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-05-24T18:44:43.662Z</updated><title type='text'>embaraços</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;a minha vida é um filme... se não existisse alguém se lembrava de o escrever e realizar =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;há muito que não me metia em situações embaraçosas... e de tão rápido também não volto... é surreal =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;e pior é chegar ao trabalho e ter alguém a dizer-me "tens a camisola mal vestida"... "pois foi à pressa, não percebes nada"...&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/5383436133243816101-4645805304499738361?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4645805304499738361/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=4645805304499738361' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/4645805304499738361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/4645805304499738361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/05/embaracos.html' title='embaraços'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795966790416818057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-1197772573618741731</id><published>2009-05-13T10:06:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-05-13T10:25:45.044Z</updated><title type='text'>chicago</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;todos sabem o quanto gosto de musicais, e o quanto vibro com eles!! mas ontem foi demais!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;já tinha comprado o filme há imenso tempo mas ainda não o tinha visto! ontem decidi fazê-lo =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;delirei! amei, e acho que hoje quando chegar vou ver outra vez!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;a banda sonora é tão boa, as coreografias estão tão bem! amei, amei, amei!! quero quero quero ser assim e quero a banda sonora do filme!!!!! eu que nem vejo extras dos dvd's deste vi! estou maravilhada com o filme, com a história e com todo o cenário envolvente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;quero quero quero quero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383436133243816101-1197772573618741731?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/1197772573618741731/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=1197772573618741731' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/1197772573618741731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/1197772573618741731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/05/chicago.html' title='chicago'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795966790416818057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-8145710974126914608</id><published>2009-05-10T13:40:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-05-10T13:44:20.143Z</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SgbZ8KN0pvI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ArPU6j5Bo4M/s1600-h/SMILE"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334190436224640754" style="WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SgbZ8KN0pvI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ArPU6j5Bo4M/s400/SMILE" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;SMILE SMILE SMILE SMILE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383436133243816101-8145710974126914608?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/8145710974126914608/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=8145710974126914608' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/8145710974126914608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/8145710974126914608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795966790416818057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SgbZ8KN0pvI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ArPU6j5Bo4M/s72-c/SMILE' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-2267779553077862897</id><published>2009-05-10T13:02:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-05-10T17:05:06.701Z</updated><title type='text'>saia curta e consequências (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;as expectativas eram altas e não foram destruídas, antes pelo contrário foram superadas!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;a peça é muito boa, o Luis Gaspar e a Cláudia Vieira estão muito bem!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"diz que me amas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;mas que diferença fará dizer-lhe isso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;diz que me amas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;mas que diferença fará dizer-lhe isso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;diz!! trata-me por tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;qual a diferença de dizer que te amo? amo-te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;pára pára pára já disseste! Pronto já formalizamos"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;acabados de se conhecerem ela fala em viver juntos, ele quer ir-se embora e ela ameaça-o de morte porque "você agrada-me" e nunca ninguém lhe tinha dito isso! prende-o nun banco de jardim durante o final da tarde até que ele a veja como a mulher ideal com quem passar o resto da vida! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;é só um excerto mais ou menos que não me lembro das falas de cor!! mas é muito bom! a visão que a peça passa sobre o amor!! não é um amor convencional, é um amor sem fronteiras, sem preconceitos, sem pesar prós e contras, é encontrar o homem ideal/mulher ideal e viver a 100% esse momento sem ter medo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;foi muito bom mesmo!! de todas as peças que já vi esta história para mim foi das melhores! está muito bem conseguida! se os poderem ir ver, mesmo que noutro ponto do país façam-no! vale a pena os 20€ (preço máximo)!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383436133243816101-2267779553077862897?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2267779553077862897/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=2267779553077862897' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/2267779553077862897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/2267779553077862897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/05/saia-curta-e-consequencias-2.html' title='saia curta e consequências (2)'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795966790416818057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-3997921999863188966</id><published>2009-05-09T11:18:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-05-09T11:21:21.982Z</updated><title type='text'>não me apetece</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;GRRR...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;estou num mau mood!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;não me apetece nada, não me apetece falar, não me apetece ver, não me apetece sair da cama... mas como a vida não se faz de "não me apetece's" lá tive eu que me levantar e vir trabalhar... hoje nem os posso ver! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;quero desesperadamente sair daqui e ir espairecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383436133243816101-3997921999863188966?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/3997921999863188966/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=3997921999863188966' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/3997921999863188966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/3997921999863188966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/05/nao-me-apetece.html' title='não me apetece'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795966790416818057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-6473209769076957771</id><published>2009-05-08T12:29:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-05-08T12:32:12.122Z</updated><title type='text'>saia curta e consequências</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SgQmB8xTnBI/AAAAAAAAAI4/CLnNw5tKUHM/s1600-h/saia+curta"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SgQmJhmOrqI/AAAAAAAAAJA/a9QSVWVp-gk/s1600-h/saia+curta"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333429803792903842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 97px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SgQmJhmOrqI/AAAAAAAAAJA/a9QSVWVp-gk/s200/saia+curta" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;vamos lá ver o que vamos encontrar!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;mas tenho as expectativas altas!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383436133243816101-6473209769076957771?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6473209769076957771/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=6473209769076957771' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/6473209769076957771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/6473209769076957771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/05/saia-curta-e-consequencias.html' title='saia curta e consequências'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795966790416818057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SgQmJhmOrqI/AAAAAAAAAJA/a9QSVWVp-gk/s72-c/saia+curta' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-6856204191513119108</id><published>2009-05-01T18:59:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-05-01T19:02:01.598Z</updated><title type='text'>redomas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;porquê colocar pessoas dentro de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;redomas&lt;/span&gt;???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;depois o choque é muito maior...&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/5383436133243816101-6856204191513119108?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6856204191513119108/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=6856204191513119108' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/6856204191513119108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/6856204191513119108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/05/redomas.html' title='redomas'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795966790416818057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-6761260137326591389</id><published>2009-04-29T18:02:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-04-29T18:53:24.628Z</updated><title type='text'>há coisas que não são coincidência =(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;sai-se de casa e quase que se atropela a estúpida de uma velha que se atravessa á frente do carro, tendo ela o visto!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;chega-se ao trabalho e recebe-se uma chamada de alguém próximo a pedir o número de outra pessoa pois tinha acabado de bater com o carro e estragar a frente toda... menos o mal não houve feridos! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;há coisas que não são de todo coincidências...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383436133243816101-6761260137326591389?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6761260137326591389/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=6761260137326591389' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/6761260137326591389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/6761260137326591389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/04/ha-coisas-que-nao-sao-coincidencia.html' title='há coisas que não são coincidência =('/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795966790416818057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-3768718693341917863</id><published>2009-04-26T09:42:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-04-26T10:13:31.104Z</updated><title type='text'>i'm happy today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;há dias que chegam ao fim, nós pensamos que já está feito o dia e voilá&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;que somos surpreendidos pela positiva =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;são tão boas essas surpresas, são as melhores...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;porque não estamos mesmo à espera que acontecam... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;i'm happy today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383436133243816101-3768718693341917863?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/3768718693341917863/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=3768718693341917863' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/3768718693341917863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/3768718693341917863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-happy-today.html' title='i&apos;m happy today'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795966790416818057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-6011058693540670485</id><published>2009-04-14T17:04:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-04-14T17:09:58.762Z</updated><title type='text'>chuva</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SeTDV_Koh7I/AAAAAAAAAIw/AC7TLo2e9c0/s1600-h/rel%C3%A2mpago.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324595441959471026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SeTDV_Koh7I/AAAAAAAAAIw/AC7TLo2e9c0/s200/rel%C3%A2mpago.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;sentada à janela vejo a chuva cair!! oiço a sua voz!! acalma-me! revolta-me, com o tempo assim onde iremos?? eu pelo menos não gosto de andar à chuva, ainda fico doente e isso não me agrada! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;lá ao fundo ouve-se um ribombar dos trovões!! começa-se a ver os clarões dos relâmpagos!! que chatice! não gosto de trovoadas e ela aproxima-se! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;acho que vou desligar os materiais eléctricos e vou sentar-me a ler e a ouvir a chuva!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383436133243816101-6011058693540670485?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6011058693540670485/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=6011058693540670485' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/6011058693540670485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/6011058693540670485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/04/chuva.html' title='chuva'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795966790416818057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383436133243816101-6230420496904640644?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6230420496904640644/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=6230420496904640644' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/6230420496904640644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/6230420496904640644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-refrao-ecuou-em-mim.html' title='o refrão ecuou em mim'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795966790416818057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-7343312160281455109</id><published>2009-03-27T13:18:00.004-01:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T13:19:13.679-01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;férias... férias... férias... férias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;férias... férias... férias... férias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;férias... férias... férias... férias&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/5383436133243816101-7343312160281455109?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/7343312160281455109/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=7343312160281455109' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/7343312160281455109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/7343312160281455109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/03/ferias.html' title=''/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795966790416818057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-7501354634524643927</id><published>2009-03-25T10:25:00.005-01:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T10:39:53.391-01:00</updated><title type='text'>tecnologias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/ScoXxqEVqCI/AAAAAAAAAIo/HuOGyBTbrPI/s1600-h/cellphone"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317088451937806370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/ScoXxqEVqCI/AAAAAAAAAIo/HuOGyBTbrPI/s200/cellphone" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;como&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; é que há pessoas da geração dos 30/40 anos que não sabem mandar sms??? será que os telefones são uns bichos assim tão complicados??&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;socorro...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/ScoXk1fUFtI/AAAAAAAAAIg/MWVFWt_XuTQ/s1600-h/cellphone"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;poderiam ao menos fazer um esforço, tentar aprender e se os manuais fossem lidos de certeza que muita gente estaria mais esclarecida...&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/5383436133243816101-7501354634524643927?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/7501354634524643927/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=7501354634524643927' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/7501354634524643927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/7501354634524643927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/03/tecnologias.html' title='tecnologias'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795966790416818057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/ScoXxqEVqCI/AAAAAAAAAIo/HuOGyBTbrPI/s72-c/cellphone' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-4699019779085687046</id><published>2009-03-23T12:30:00.003-01:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T12:37:46.132-01:00</updated><title type='text'>talvez</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SceQmINDVoI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/flP3Nr0_fcQ/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316376869845816962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SceQmINDVoI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/flP3Nr0_fcQ/s200/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;de volta ao trabalho... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;não que me apeteça muito mas lá terá de ser...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;talvez não tenha de efectuar cisões... talvez tenha... não sei muito bem ainda... logo se verá como as coisas se desenrolarão... estou mais descansada por esse lado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;já antecipo as férias... estou mesmo a precisar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;não sei muito bem o que irei fazer, mas de certo aprender a andar a cavalo irei fazer... o resto logo decidirei!!!!!&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/5383436133243816101-4699019779085687046?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4699019779085687046/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=4699019779085687046' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/4699019779085687046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/4699019779085687046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/03/talvez.html' title='talvez'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795966790416818057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SceQmINDVoI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/flP3Nr0_fcQ/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-1251107413312310975</id><published>2009-03-21T19:39:00.004-01:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T12:41:37.589-01:00</updated><title type='text'>coisas diferentes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SceRXJLNgvI/AAAAAAAAAIY/2BPb2e4wy48/s1600-h/smile"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316377711920120562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SceRXJLNgvI/AAAAAAAAAIY/2BPb2e4wy48/s200/smile" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;i'm happy today... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;um dia diferente para animar a monotonia dos meus dias veio mesmo a calhar =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;um almoçinho na ericeira... estava frio, mas o peixinho maravilhoso... uma tarde na ronha sem nada para fazer nem nada que se impusesse... tudo ao ritmo natural...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;mas o que realmente seria de valor (como diria o marquito) era acontecer mais amiúde =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383436133243816101-1251107413312310975?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/1251107413312310975/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=1251107413312310975' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/1251107413312310975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/1251107413312310975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/03/coisas-diferentes.html' title='coisas diferentes'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795966790416818057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SceRXJLNgvI/AAAAAAAAAIY/2BPb2e4wy48/s72-c/smile' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-840955668860549328</id><published>2009-03-10T21:19:00.002-01:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T21:21:53.824-01:00</updated><title type='text'>a.d.i.d.a.s.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;a.d.i.d.a.s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;all day i dream about sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i'm really need a good one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/5383436133243816101-840955668860549328?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/840955668860549328/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=840955668860549328' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/840955668860549328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/840955668860549328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='a.d.i.d.a.s.'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795966790416818057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-1451396929458223855</id><published>2009-03-07T19:28:00.002-01:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T19:32:13.375-01:00</updated><title type='text'>cisões</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;as cisões que a vida nos trás naturalmente já são difíceis de aceitar... mas aquelas que nos obrigam a fazer ainda mais difíceis são de gerir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;dizem que tempo sara tudo mas há coisas que não sei se serão possíveis de sarar...&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/5383436133243816101-1451396929458223855?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/1451396929458223855/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=1451396929458223855' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/1451396929458223855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/1451396929458223855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/03/cisoes.html' title='cisões'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795966790416818057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-402055755246281885</id><published>2009-03-04T14:01:00.004-01:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T14:08:53.049-01:00</updated><title type='text'>the new one!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;lindo =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/Sa6ZNM_FTmI/AAAAAAAAAII/h6Ri2yn_XPs/s1600-h/patas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309349462819556962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/Sa6ZNM_FTmI/AAAAAAAAAII/h6Ri2yn_XPs/s200/patas.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;há mais uma mas está escondida...&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/5383436133243816101-402055755246281885?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/402055755246281885/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=402055755246281885' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/402055755246281885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/402055755246281885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/03/lindo-ha-mais-uma-escondida.html' title='the new one!!'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795966790416818057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/Sa6ZNM_FTmI/AAAAAAAAAII/h6Ri2yn_XPs/s72-c/patas.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-6877889281502263797</id><published>2009-02-26T09:33:00.000-01:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T09:34:29.431-01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;let's go...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SaZwCCP-aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/h0y6Mgqppwg/s1600-h/ants1"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307052391168633234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 85px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SaZwCCP-aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/h0y6Mgqppwg/s320/ants1" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383436133243816101-6877889281502263797?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6877889281502263797/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=6877889281502263797' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/6877889281502263797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/6877889281502263797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/02/lets-go.html' title=''/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795966790416818057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SaZwCCP-aZI/AAAAAAAAAH4/h0y6Mgqppwg/s72-c/ants1' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-2590273714938817264</id><published>2009-02-26T09:07:00.001-01:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T09:15:56.477-01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SaZrV4m6GwI/AAAAAAAAAHw/_Ueg3eZHBiM/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307047234619710210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 69px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SaZrV4m6GwI/AAAAAAAAAHw/_Ueg3eZHBiM/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o caminho da felicidade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383436133243816101-2590273714938817264?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2590273714938817264/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=2590273714938817264' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/2590273714938817264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/2590273714938817264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-caminho-da-felicidade.html' title=''/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795966790416818057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SaZrV4m6GwI/AAAAAAAAAHw/_Ueg3eZHBiM/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-6724620876785918782</id><published>2009-02-24T16:29:00.003-01:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T18:46:04.589-01:00</updated><title type='text'>dias de tédio</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;hoje é mais um daqueles dias... feriado! dia de carnaval... vêm-se uns quantos mascarados mas nada de especial... a minha cabeça nestes dias é aquela base! pensa pensa pensa mas as derivas são grandes!! quero tanta coisa ao mesmo tempo e depois não quero nada!! acho que estou a ficar desiquilibrada lolol mais uma menos uma por aí fora não será grave!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;ainda faltam 3 horas para me ir embora... socorro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383436133243816101-6724620876785918782?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6724620876785918782/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=6724620876785918782' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/6724620876785918782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/6724620876785918782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/02/dias-de-tedio.html' title='dias de tédio'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795966790416818057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-2176391028873715734</id><published>2009-02-18T11:12:00.002-01:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T11:20:04.222-01:00</updated><title type='text'>censura</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;estamos a voltar aos tempos de censura... hoje de manhã vinha no carro descansadita para o trabalho a ouvir a RFM como de costume!! eles estavam a divulgar um estudo/inquérito feito pela comissão de teleespectadores (ou algo assim do género) sobre os melhores e piores programas emitidos nos quatros canais públicos... revelavaram os melhores de todos os canais (desde o Liberdade 21(rtp 1), não me lembro dos outros mas tb eram muito bons) sem qualquer problema!! quando começaram a falar nos piores só tiveram tempo de revelar um, o da SIC (o programa do Nuno Garciano que dá à noite, é uma especie de apanhados). Assim que revelaram o da RPT 1, O Preço Certo, foram retirados do ar... colocaram uma música quando ainda os locutores estavam a falar e iriam passar para o dos outros canais!! ainda dizem que não há censura...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383436133243816101-2176391028873715734?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2176391028873715734/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=2176391028873715734' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/2176391028873715734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/2176391028873715734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/02/censura.html' title='censura'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795966790416818057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-6872407837725538388</id><published>2009-02-15T13:31:00.004-01:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T13:36:24.130-01:00</updated><title type='text'>secret</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SZgnikK4wdI/AAAAAAAAAHo/bARVKFkHRew/s1600-h/madness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303032036007133650" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SZgnikK4wdI/AAAAAAAAAHo/bARVKFkHRew/s320/madness.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;     é muito bom! e poderia ter sido eu a enviá-lo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SZgnWgIPTpI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5kNsJz2Q7hQ/s1600-h/madness.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SZgnWgIPTpI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5kNsJz2Q7hQ/s1600-h/madness.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383436133243816101-6872407837725538388?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6872407837725538388/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=6872407837725538388' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/6872407837725538388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/6872407837725538388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/02/secret.html' title='secret'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795966790416818057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SZgnikK4wdI/AAAAAAAAAHo/bARVKFkHRew/s72-c/madness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-8252676640496883913</id><published>2009-02-15T11:45:00.002-01:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T11:49:39.391-01:00</updated><title type='text'>joker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a vida é como um joker, está sempre a pregar-nos partidas!! e nunca sabemos quando é que vai acontecer a próxima...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;vamos jogar às partidas???&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/5383436133243816101-8252676640496883913?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/8252676640496883913/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=8252676640496883913' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/8252676640496883913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/8252676640496883913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/02/joker.html' title='joker'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795966790416818057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-1045106098777021767</id><published>2009-02-13T12:20:00.003-01:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T12:31:48.882-01:00</updated><title type='text'>14.02</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;mais um dia festivo que se aproxima... mais um dia para gastar dinheiro... é um dia de consumismo!! mas está tão enraizado em nós que é difícil não passar o dia sem gastar dinheiro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ora aí está o meu dilema... orçamento fraco, coisas muito caras, o que fazer??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ter um pouco de imaginação, aproveitar o que nos rodeia e que não é preciso comprar, e oferecer algo diferente e original... acaba sempre por ter mais valor e a marca que deixa é maior do que se tivesse dado algo dito comum!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;preciso de ideias!! help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383436133243816101-1045106098777021767?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/1045106098777021767/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=1045106098777021767' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/1045106098777021767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/1045106098777021767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/02/140209.html' title='14.02'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795966790416818057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-8524554051015882016</id><published>2009-02-09T17:45:00.003-01:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T17:51:49.020-01:00</updated><title type='text'>revista à portuguesa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Sexo é como a sueca (o jogo). Ou se tem um bom parceiro ou se tem uma boa mão!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;onde ouvi??? na revista ontem!! lindo!! besnaga e coninha no seu melhor!! lindo lindo lindo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;entre muitas outras frases muito boas, esta ficou-me!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;vale a pena ir!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;obrigada joão pela oportunidade!! e ao chiken tb!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;beijos para os dois =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383436133243816101-8524554051015882016?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-3512358146565733295</id><published>2009-02-08T13:12:00.006-01:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T13:19:36.927-01:00</updated><title type='text'>tattos (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;aqui ficam umas ideias do que eu gostaria de fazer!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SY7ozW9CPbI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ipkfcjTSbMk/s1600-h/bruxa+na+lua"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300429780494204338" style="WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 91px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SY7ozW9CPbI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ipkfcjTSbMk/s320/bruxa+na+lua" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SY7pA5Io5MI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YJ9aX2FAkPg/s1600-h/gato+Ã"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300430013007979714" style="WIDTH: 91px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SY7pA5Io5MI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YJ9aX2FAkPg/s320/gato+%C3%A0+lua" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SY7pA5Io5MI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YJ9aX2FAkPg/s1600-h/gato+Ã"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SY7osI4kzoI/AAAAAAAAAG4/GwUD1cUrZCI/s1600-h/bruxa+e+gato.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300429656458317442" style="WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SY7osI4kzoI/AAAAAAAAAG4/GwUD1cUrZCI/s320/bruxa+e+gato.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;e aqui dois malucos que fizeram algo brutal!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SY7pWM-NNtI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ew4091zOO2Q/s1600-h/tatto"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300430379110184658" style="WIDTH: 103px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SY7pWM-NNtI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ew4091zOO2Q/s320/tatto" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SY7pe5Qx4gI/AAAAAAAAAHY/WzDBHFRlj4M/s1600-h/tatto1"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300430528438198786" style="WIDTH: 98px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SY7pe5Qx4gI/AAAAAAAAAHY/WzDBHFRlj4M/s320/tatto1" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383436133243816101-3512358146565733295?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SY7ozW9CPbI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ipkfcjTSbMk/s72-c/bruxa+na+lua' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-5212559748975146543</id><published>2009-02-08T12:27:00.001-01:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T12:29:02.139-01:00</updated><title type='text'>piratas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;hoje vou ao teatro!! eheheh&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/5383436133243816101-5212559748975146543?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/5212559748975146543/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=5212559748975146543' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/5212559748975146543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/5212559748975146543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/02/piratas.html' title='piratas'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795966790416818057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-7176248700226978767</id><published>2009-02-06T19:39:00.006-01:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T19:51:04.343-01:00</updated><title type='text'>tattos</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SYyhwJz4XII/AAAAAAAAAGo/WpTM_kjHn9Y/s1600-h/286723.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299788710147546242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SYyhwJz4XII/AAAAAAAAAGo/WpTM_kjHn9Y/s320/286723.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;ando novamente a pensar em tatuagens... descobri uma casa em cascais porque fui lá com uma amiga para ela fazer um piercing. enquanto esperava inspeccionei as fotos expostas... agradou-em...desisti quando vi o site... o trabalho nas sombras não é o que esparava, e como eu só tenho tatuagens a preto, e assim vai continuar, esta está fora de questão!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;lembrei-me logo da de torres, a golden dragon! é longe mas o humberto é cinco estrelas!! vou começar a juntar outra vez para mais uma!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;ainda não sei bem o sítio, mas há de ser um de dois!! ou na coxa ou na zona lombar... logo se vê!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;por mim estava cheia delas, houvesse dinheiro e uma sociedade empregadora tolerante a este maneira de ser e estar!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299788617338495986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SYyhqwEeo_I/AAAAAAAAAGg/7pBAyJNB2Qc/s320/49126180_31307bf6b3_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383436133243816101-7176248700226978767?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/7176248700226978767/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=7176248700226978767' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/7176248700226978767'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-5993552865921692312</id><published>2009-02-06T18:25:00.002-01:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T18:28:44.939-01:00</updated><title type='text'>fumaças</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;depois de perguntar no msn onde íamos beber café, se na minha zona ou na dele, e de preferência um local para smokers recebi de volta o seguinte link... muito útil sem dúvida para quem não consegue passar sem fumar muitas horas =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;deixo então um site criado para fumadores!! e um mapa com imensos sítios onde é permitido fumar ao longo de todo o país!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;http://fumador.cedilha.net/mapascatkml.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383436133243816101-5993552865921692312?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/5993552865921692312/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=5993552865921692312' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/5993552865921692312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/5993552865921692312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/02/fumacas.html' title='fumaças'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795966790416818057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-1876879061065425017</id><published>2009-02-03T12:36:00.002-01:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T13:09:47.960-01:00</updated><title type='text'>quero</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;quero sair, quero ir embora, quero quero quero&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/5383436133243816101-1876879061065425017?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-711621057680722481</id><published>2009-01-28T19:42:00.008-01:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T12:01:33.593-01:00</updated><title type='text'>nostalgia (take 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;este e o vídeo anterior são dois dos desenhos animados que mais me marcaram enquanto era miúda!! D'Artagnan, nem sequer são precisas palavras. Bia, a pequena feiticeira é uma série fantástica!! descobri isto hoje no yutube e foram os melhores minutos do meu dia. tenho vontade de voltar àqueles tempos em que me sentava em frente da televisão e via os meus bonecos preferidos!! sim, porque o meu Pai gravava-mos em VHS e eu depois via, e via, e via, e via e via vezes sem conta até decorar os episódios todos e saber as falas de todos!! depois fazia eu as dobragens!! aconteceu-me também com alguns filmes da Disney que eu vi vezes sem conta!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;por alguma razão que desconheco não consigo colocar o 2º vídeo, mas fica o link, depois volto a tentar!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=Uvc-0ZeRfOY"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=Uvc-0ZeRfOY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&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/5383436133243816101-711621057680722481?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/711621057680722481/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=711621057680722481' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/711621057680722481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/711621057680722481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/01/nostalgia-take-2.html' title='nostalgia (take 2)'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795966790416818057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-1772031153841764870</id><published>2009-01-28T19:27:00.002-01:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T19:41:40.925-01:00</updated><title type='text'>nostalgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="482" height="393" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7de87a3c1c611e20" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-535409495225167478</id><published>2009-01-25T12:15:00.000-01:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T12:17:51.494-01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383436133243816101-535409495225167478?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/535409495225167478/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=535409495225167478' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/535409495225167478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/535409495225167478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795966790416818057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-8386555075457490098</id><published>2009-01-20T13:37:00.004-01:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T13:44:18.398-01:00</updated><title type='text'>pensamento do dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SXXjN49hJmI/AAAAAAAAAF4/YnnP9LFS6Os/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293386764812101218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SXXjN49hJmI/AAAAAAAAAF4/YnnP9LFS6Os/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;"a alienação aqui manifesta-se "no facto do trabalho ser exterior ao trabalhador" isto é, o trabalhador não sente o trabalho como uma manifestação da sa própria natureza humana, mas como um fardo que lhe arruína a saúde física e mental. [...] trabalha não para se realizar como pessoa mas para sobreviver." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;by Fernando dos Santos Neves et alii citando Marx&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/5383436133243816101-8386555075457490098?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/8386555075457490098/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=8386555075457490098' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/8386555075457490098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/8386555075457490098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/01/pensamento-do-dia.html' title='pensamento do dia'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795966790416818057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SXXjN49hJmI/AAAAAAAAAF4/YnnP9LFS6Os/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-107113132835072573</id><published>2009-01-19T18:45:00.013-01:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T19:09:10.597-01:00</updated><title type='text'>o retiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;para quem não conhece pode clicar no link &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.retirodomocho.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;http://www.retirodomocho.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;o blogue é aliciante mas chegados ao sítio é ainda mais deslumbrante!! a vista verde em qualquer direcção com o mar a cantar como pano de fundo é surpreendente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;os donos, a Marta e o Ricardo, são duas pessoas muito afáveis e simpáticas!! não se cansam de nos pôr à vontade para qualquer coisa que precisemos! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;a casa é uma delícia. Quentinha!! Pequenina mas confortável! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;a gata que por lá anda dá vontade de trazer connosco!! sempre de volta de nós a pedir festinhas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;as populações à volta são todas muito giras e há imensos sítios óptimos para se passar uma tarde!! onde jantar também não é difícil, e come-se bem! A noite é calma mas com alguns sítios onde beber uns copos!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;o meu fim de semana maravilhoso na companhia de uma pessoa ainda melhor!! adorei e hei-de voltar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293096326483541170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SXTbEJ35_LI/AAAAAAAAAFg/w8drrrSi-so/s320/Img003.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;a vista da janela da porta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293096596157850722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SXTbT2fRZGI/AAAAAAAAAFo/QWL8yMMjGJ0/s320/Img000.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; miminho deixado à nossa porta!! pãozinho quente e alguns ovos!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293096914060377058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SXTbmWxI--I/AAAAAAAAAFw/xfoL451oyTc/s320/Img004.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;uma das paisagens numa das esplanadas!&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/5383436133243816101-107113132835072573?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/107113132835072573/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=107113132835072573' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/107113132835072573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/107113132835072573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/01/o-retiro.html' title='o retiro'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795966790416818057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SXTbEJ35_LI/AAAAAAAAAFg/w8drrrSi-so/s72-c/Img003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-677826799441210932</id><published>2009-01-15T09:38:00.002-01:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T12:10:04.812-01:00</updated><title type='text'>get lost with someone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SW8SR8TGE-I/AAAAAAAAAFY/BcrYq2_prJg/s1600-h/Craig+Ward4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291468186636915682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SW8SR8TGE-I/AAAAAAAAAFY/BcrYq2_prJg/s320/Craig+Ward4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;se um dia fosse maluca perder-me-ia com alguém...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/5383436133243816101-677826799441210932?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/677826799441210932/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=677826799441210932' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/677826799441210932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/677826799441210932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/01/get-lost-with-someone.html' title='get lost with someone'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795966790416818057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SW8SR8TGE-I/AAAAAAAAAFY/BcrYq2_prJg/s72-c/Craig+Ward4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-667352983150242225</id><published>2009-01-14T11:24:00.003-01:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T11:37:42.232-01:00</updated><title type='text'>está quase!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SW3b6DYJrxI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Xxcz_StwBM0/s1600-h/mocho_final2_peq.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;O RETIRO do MOCHO é uma casinha com vista para o mar, plantada há mais de 80 anos num dos infinitos cantinhos deste paraíso que é a Costa Vicentina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291126927615700754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SW3b6DYJrxI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Xxcz_StwBM0/s320/mocho_final2_peq.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;depois digo se é giro!!!&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/5383436133243816101-667352983150242225?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/667352983150242225/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=667352983150242225' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/667352983150242225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/667352983150242225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/01/est-quase.html' title='está quase!!'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795966790416818057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SW3b6DYJrxI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Xxcz_StwBM0/s72-c/mocho_final2_peq.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-516269179460631254</id><published>2009-01-13T11:27:00.003-01:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:42:43.899-01:00</updated><title type='text'>sem nada para fazer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;estou na loja, não há nada para fazer... não há clientes para atender, não processos para ver, não há nada para fazer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;isto stressa-me e faz com que não consiga ter a cabeça vazia sem nada para pensar... é mau!! os filmes desenvolvem-se a alta velocidade!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383436133243816101-516269179460631254?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/516269179460631254/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=516269179460631254' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/516269179460631254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/516269179460631254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/01/sem-nada-para-fazer.html' title='sem nada para fazer'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795966790416818057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-3667520118008922564</id><published>2009-01-08T09:12:00.002-01:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T09:15:02.840-01:00</updated><title type='text'>o pote</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;este texto não é meu, foi-me dado por uma colega minha =) no entanto como gostei tanto dele decidi partilhá-lo com todos!! as minhas desculpas ao autor!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;«Quando a tua vida parece um caos e as 24 horas por dia parecem não chegar, lembra-te do pote de vidro e do café.Na sala de aula, o professor estava de pé com alguns objectos em cima da secretária.Quando a aula começou ele, calado, pegou num frasco grande de vidro, vazio, e começou a enchê-lo com bolas de golfe.Quando não cabiam mais, ele perguntou aos alunos se achavam que o frasco estava cheio.Todos responderam que sim.O professor então pegou num saco de feijões secos e, ao chocalhar o frasco, estes iam entrando para os buracos vazios entre as bolas de golfe.Quando não cabiam mais, ele perguntou aos alunos se achavam que o frasco estava cheio.Todos responderam que sim.Neste ponto, o professor despejou um saco de areia para dentro do frasco.Como é óbvio, a areia ocupou todo o espaço restante do frasco.Quando não cabia mais ele perguntou aos alunos se achavam que o frasco estava cheio.Todos responderam que sim.Foi então que o professor agarrou em dois copos de café e os entornou lá para dentro.Agora sim, não havia mais espaço.Os alunos desataram a rir !!!"Agora," disse o professor enquanto as gargalhadas ainda se ouviam, "eu quero que vocês reconheçam que este frasco representa a organização da vossa vida"."As bolas de golfe são as coisas mais importantes: a família; a saúde; os amigos e tudo o que vos é mais querido, de modo a que se tudo na vida desaparecesse e só ficassem elas, a vossa vida continuava cheia!""Os feijões são as outras coisas importantes da vida: o trabalho; casa; o carro...""As areias são todas as restantes pequenas coisas.""Se encherem primeiro o frasco com a areia, já não há espaço para o feijão nem para as bolas de golfe.""O mesmo se passa com a vida.""Se gastarem todo o tempo e toda a vossa energia com as pequenas coisas nunca vão ter espaço para as coisas que são verdadeiramente importantes para vocês.""Tomem conta das vossas bolas de golfe primeiro, das coisas que têm mesmo importância.""Tenham prioridades. Para o resto vai sempre haver espaço.""Não encham o vosso frasco primeiro com a areia, pois as bolas de Golfe não vão caber no fim."Um aluno perguntou:- E o café é o quê ?- Ainda bem que perguntas. Eu ia agora mesmo dizer-vos:É que mesmo quando sentem que a vossa vida está cheia, há sempre espaço para beber um café com um amigo.» &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383436133243816101-3667520118008922564?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/3667520118008922564/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=3667520118008922564' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/3667520118008922564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/3667520118008922564'/><link 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norte, nem sei sequer se já o achei novamente... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;agora só queria perceber o que se passa e poder falar, exteriorizar para libertar esta pressão... ficar mais leve como se saissem "n" quilos de cima de mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;ir para casa, pensar que vou entrar e estar sozinha atormenta-me... tento arranjar sempre mil e uma coisas para fazer de modo a passar o menos tempo possível lá... não consigo entender isto uma vez que sempre gostei de lá estar, mas de há algum tempo para cá tenho mudado a minha postura em relação a! mas que me perturba esta situação perturba e não sei muito bem o que fazer em relação a isso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383436133243816101-7697722371920106018?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-1983987644266775718</id><published>2009-01-04T19:01:00.003-01:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T19:36:55.717-01:00</updated><title type='text'>2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;o primeiro post do ano de 2009... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;nao pensei em muitas resoluções para este novo ano... só algumas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;* não gastar dinheiro em coisas desnecessárias, ou seja, controlar o meu impulso consumidor lol (os saldos ainda não contam)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;* vou efectivamente deixar de fumar, aliás, comprei o último maço hoje... e o dinheiro que não gastar em tabaco vou poupá-lo para férias ou algo do género... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;bom acho que já são muitas coisas para cumprir sendo que ambas são complicadas... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;desejo-vos a todos um excelente 2009 e que consigam obter tudo o que desejem =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383436133243816101-1983987644266775718?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/1983987644266775718/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=1983987644266775718' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/1983987644266775718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/1983987644266775718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009.html' title='2009'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795966790416818057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-5240033483611309823</id><published>2008-12-28T11:45:00.003-01:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T11:48:05.350-01:00</updated><title type='text'>porquê? respondam pleaseee</title><content type='html'>Porque é que nos rimos de situações que à partida não deveriam ter graça nenhuma??? como por exemplo, quando vemos uma queda aparatosa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383436133243816101-5240033483611309823?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/5240033483611309823/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-1956156837848946073</id><published>2008-12-27T21:21:00.003-01:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T21:32:53.411-01:00</updated><title type='text'>necessidades...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;tenho o blog parado há algum tempo mas esta época natalícia não me tem dado espaço para escrever... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;e sinto necessidade de escrever... não sei muito bem sobre o quê mas sinto que estou a precisar... estou também a precisar de pegar no meu mp3 e no meu livrinho e ir até à prainha ler um bocadinho, ouvir o mar, descomprimir desta azáfama toda que se sente no ar... mas depois está muito frio... nem vontade dá de sair da caminha!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;quando descobrir o que escrever por aqui deixarei o registo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383436133243816101-1956156837848946073?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/1956156837848946073/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=1956156837848946073' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/1956156837848946073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/1956156837848946073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/12/necessidades.html' title='necessidades...'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795966790416818057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-5958183645970882177</id><published>2008-12-18T09:44:00.003-01:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T10:12:32.231-01:00</updated><title type='text'>natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;estamos a caminhar a passos largos para o natal... mais um ano que se já se passou... é talvez  altura de fazermos uma instrospecção, embora a costume fazer na altura dos meus anos!! é por essa data que guio os anos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;a possível mudança não aconteceu, não faz mal, outras marés virão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;vamos seguir em frente =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;é natal, uma época de partilha!! Partilho então que gosto de todos vocês e que a todos desejo um óptimo natal e um ano novo ainda melhor!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383436133243816101-5958183645970882177?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/5958183645970882177/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=5958183645970882177' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/5958183645970882177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/5958183645970882177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/12/natal.html' title='natal'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795966790416818057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-4995959709174302272</id><published>2008-12-13T16:57:00.003-01:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T17:02:41.615-01:00</updated><title type='text'>não...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;estou num dia não... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;acordo, olho para o lado e o que vejo? céu cinzento, fechado a chover... fico logo sem vontade de fazer alguma coisa, começando por me levantar da cama!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;levanto-me, arrumo a casa na esperança de ter alguma visita, de certeza em vão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;faço o almoço, venho para o shopping que está a abarrotar de gente. estou mais de meia hora para estacionar o carro, e quando o consigo fica num lugar que não é lugar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;chego ao trabalho levo com gente estúpida que não conhece algumas das expressões de boa educação presentes em qualquer prontuário, como boa tarde por exemplo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;estou frustrada... não me apetece... quero ir embora e não vejo as horas a passarem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383436133243816101-4995959709174302272?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-2857747388330155051</id><published>2008-12-08T09:53:00.002-01:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T09:56:00.570-01:00</updated><title type='text'>esperança...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#339999;"&gt;aproxima-se o dia de mais uma possível mudança... era tão bom que acontecesse... era o sonho tornado realidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383436133243816101-2857747388330155051?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2857747388330155051/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=2857747388330155051' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/2857747388330155051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/2857747388330155051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/12/esperana.html' title='esperança...'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795966790416818057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-9118912970098453507</id><published>2008-11-30T16:34:00.003-01:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T16:41:16.538-01:00</updated><title type='text'>reclamando...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;um dia de trabalho em que não se fez nada... nós reclamamos porque temos a loja a tostes e quando não temos nada que fazer reclamamos também... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;estamos sempre a reclamar de alguma coisa... acho que nos está no sangue =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;preferia mil vezes ter alguns clientes para atender, ah e claro sistema para trabalhar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;destesto estes dias em que não se faz nenhum... stresso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383436133243816101-9118912970098453507?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/9118912970098453507/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=9118912970098453507' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/9118912970098453507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/9118912970098453507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/11/reclamando.html' title='reclamando...'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795966790416818057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-1363996590276401870</id><published>2008-11-27T17:47:00.002-01:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T17:55:39.128-01:00</updated><title type='text'>pequenas coisas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;continuo a voar... só tenho medo se por acaso a gravidade deixar de existir e eu cair como se não houvesse amanhã... mas não penso muito nisso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hoje, por exemplo, a minha vida deu outra volta... várias coisas aconteceram... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;primeiro, percebi que ambos já pensam em dois em vez de cada um por si... e de certa maneira isso agrada-me! sinto que já não estou a rumar sozinha para o mesmo propósito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;segundo, um grande amigo meu ontem à noite iniciou uma nova etapa da sua vida... há muito desejada embora ele o continue a negar!! estou feliz por ele e sei que irá ser feliz com quem escolheu ser...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;terceiro, a outra foi-se embora e à partida já não vai importunar-nos mais nem à nossa vidinha... no meio de tudo só espero que não se desiluda... mas isso são outras histórias!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;são pequenas coisas aquelas que mexem connosco e que nos fazem pensar... não é preciso desabar o mundo para olharmos à nossa volta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383436133243816101-1363996590276401870?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/1363996590276401870/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=1363996590276401870' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/1363996590276401870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/1363996590276401870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/11/pequenas-coisas.html' title='pequenas coisas'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795966790416818057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-8176183343238962966</id><published>2008-11-19T15:46:00.002-01:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T15:59:24.692-01:00</updated><title type='text'>é tão bom...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;aqui há uns tempos disse que não sabia se era feliz com tudo o que me rodeava. disse também que quando o estivesse que avisaria. pois bem:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ESTOU FELIZ!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;sinto-me bem comigo mesma, sinto-me bem com o que me rodeia... sinto-me bem com os carinhos que me são dados... sinto-me novamente a flutuar... um sentimento há muito apagado dentro de mim!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;já nem sei bem o que é sentirmo-nos assim... só sei que é formidável e que quero estar assim por muito tempo!! é óptimo levantar-me e sorrir logo pela manhã!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;é tão bom recebermos um beijo e sentirmos um arrepio pela espinha acima... ou darmos um beijo e vermos issso a acontecer... é tão bom olharmos olhos nos olhos e vermos tranquilidade, felicidade, ternura, ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;é tão bom ouvirmos pela primeira vez uma expressão diferente para sermos tratados invés do nosso nome! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;no fundo de tudo é maravilhoso estarmos apaixonados e saber que o sentimento é mútuo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383436133243816101-8176183343238962966?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-3807428793075417590</id><published>2008-11-15T17:29:00.004-01:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T17:52:08.709-01:00</updated><title type='text'>o que oferecer?? é sempre tão difícil..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR8aQs3g3NI/AAAAAAAAAEg/cPo5wwfL_do/s1600-h/terraco_coberto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268958963270999250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR8aQs3g3NI/AAAAAAAAAEg/cPo5wwfL_do/s320/terraco_coberto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;um lugar diferente, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;uma experiência nova,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;algo relaxante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;uns dias fora da rotina do sítio onde se vive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;um fim de semana fora é o que eu preciso, e de preferência bem acompanhada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;é sempre tão difícil comprar prendas para pessoas novas!! ando sempre a pensar no que oferecer, e desta vez não foi diferente!! mês e meio a dar voltas à cabeça até descobrir a prenda perfeita num sábado de preguiça. muitas páginas web "desfolhei" até que finalmente encontrei... um sítio lindíssimo na costa vicentina...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;um fim de semana a dois com a certeza de que a outra parte também quer!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;irão ser dois dias fantásticos =)&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/5383436133243816101-3807428793075417590?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/3807428793075417590/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR8aQs3g3NI/AAAAAAAAAEg/cPo5wwfL_do/s72-c/terraco_coberto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-1775939515556146109</id><published>2008-11-14T15:52:00.003-01:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T16:00:33.872-01:00</updated><title type='text'>passagens</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;como o tempo passa a correr, ainda ontem faltavam 21 dias, hoje já só faltam 3 =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;nestes 18 dias que passaram algumas coisas mudaram... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;pessoas que deixaram de se interessar, outras que pelo contrário estão cada vez mais interessadas... e a essas eu devo a minha atenção! é como um amigo meu diz, só faz falta quem está presente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;é bem verdade, mas fica sempre um travo a amargo por pessoas que de certa forma eram importantes e que de um momento para o outro deixam de estar presentes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;as pessoas vão e vêem... umas ficam mais tempo que outras... umas marcam-nos a ferro e fogo outras nem por isso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;é assim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;não importa muito neste momento, estou feliz como estou, com quem estou e com todos os meus amigos que me rodeiam... e sim, faltam três dias para os meus anos!!!!!!!! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='passagens'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795966790416818057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-6479922808480007845</id><published>2008-11-06T22:05:00.006-01:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T22:16:29.137-01:00</updated><title type='text'>victoria francés</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;descobri isto esta semana no continente!!! comprei um puzzle lindo... depois lembrei-me que também tinha visto no continente de oieras... fui lá e já não estavam lá! fiquei frustrada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheguei a casa e pus-me a pesquisar na net... encontrei algo e apaixonei-me à primeira vista (se bem que já estava quando comprei o puzzle)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;procurem por victoria francés se quiserem. é uma artista espanhola que se dedida à vertente gótica da arte... por e simplesmente são trabalhos que me enchem a alma e me fazem desejar querê-los todos para forrar as minhas paredes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vou deixar-vos uma amostra...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SRN5dvKJZ8I/AAAAAAAAACc/rMeq_WT3F_0/s1600-h/ypupjgsy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265685941108434882" style="WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SRN5dvKJZ8I/AAAAAAAAACc/rMeq_WT3F_0/s320/ypupjgsy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265686258846882962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SRN5wO05XJI/AAAAAAAAACk/1udAnxd6Hq4/s320/lv2vwogt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SRN6EaLkHpI/AAAAAAAAACs/KzqIDALwz-k/s1600-h/lgpp30506%2Bkiss-victoria-frances-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265686605492133522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SRN6EaLkHpI/AAAAAAAAACs/KzqIDALwz-k/s320/lgpp30506%2Bkiss-victoria-frances-poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383436133243816101-6479922808480007845?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SRN5dvKJZ8I/AAAAAAAAACc/rMeq_WT3F_0/s72-c/ypupjgsy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-2950909039701129919</id><published>2008-10-27T10:54:00.004-01:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T11:07:01.371-01:00</updated><title type='text'>um dia mágico... já só faltam 21 dias...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SQWu3lVUHRI/AAAAAAAAACU/eVAdTP_Lpmw/s1600-h/286723.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261804009589841170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SQWu3lVUHRI/AAAAAAAAACU/eVAdTP_Lpmw/s320/286723.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;caminho a passos largos para mais um dia mágico na minha vida... o dia dos meus anos!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;é um dia especial, não sei explicar. A maioria das pessoas não gosta do dia, do que ele simboliza... eu pelo contrário vibro com o dia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;é o meu dia, é um dia em que sinto que, apesar dos anos não pararem (ainda ontem fiz 18), tenho conseguido levar os meus sonhos àvante, uns mais facilmente outros nem por isso... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;agora que olho para trás vejo que algum deles já estão mesmo realizados. sinto que tenho amigos junto de mim, que estão cá sempre que eu precisar. sinto-me bem e confiante...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;não tem sido um mar de rosas, mas também se o fosse não tinha piada. Sinceramente gosto que algumas coisas caiam do céu (como se costuma dizer), mas no fundo essas coisas não me dão tanto gozo. gosto de me esforçar para alcançar o que quero. sempre fui assim e é desta maneira que sinto que o que tenho é merecido!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;este último ano tomei algumas decisões importantes na minha vida... algumas delas mudaram por completo o meu dia-a-dia. eram decisões que precisavam de ser tomadas, e que no fundo me fizeram ser mais feliz num espaço de tempo não imediato. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;a todos os que lidam comigo diariamente e não diariamente um muito obrigada por tudo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;estou em contagem decrescente... já só faltam 21 dias... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;este ano será um pouco diferente, ainda não decidi o que fazer, mas depois informo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;adoro-vos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383436133243816101-2950909039701129919?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2950909039701129919/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=2950909039701129919' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/2950909039701129919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/2950909039701129919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/10/um-dia-mgico-j-s-faltam-21-dias.html' title='um dia mágico... já só faltam 21 dias...'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795966790416818057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SQWu3lVUHRI/AAAAAAAAACU/eVAdTP_Lpmw/s72-c/286723.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-6374671959903780440</id><published>2008-10-23T21:53:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-10-23T22:04:07.627Z</updated><title type='text'>ninguém é de ninguém</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SQD0y4fQsyI/AAAAAAAAABo/0GPTGUoOp-Y/s1600-h/Alessandro_Pautasso-Grito%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260473519762879266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SQD0y4fQsyI/AAAAAAAAABo/0GPTGUoOp-Y/s200/Alessandro_Pautasso-Grito%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;porque é que as pessoas nunca entendem o que queremos dizer... não se pode dar uma opinião que ficam logo de cabelos em pé.... relax!! não ando cá para estragar a vida a ninguém, nem os seus arranjinhos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;quero que sejam todos muito felizes mas não me obriguem a gostar de quem não gosto... consigo ser no mínimo cordial socialmente, mas mais que isso não mo peçam porque não o serei... não sou esse tipo de pessoa e não concordo com quem o faz... já me basta ter de o ser profissionalmente e engolir sapos que não posso retribuir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ninguém é de ninguém ponto final! &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/5383436133243816101-6374671959903780440?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6374671959903780440/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SQD0y4fQsyI/AAAAAAAAABo/0GPTGUoOp-Y/s72-c/Alessandro_Pautasso-Grito%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-5296385252373637433</id><published>2008-10-20T13:26:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-10-20T13:59:09.112Z</updated><title type='text'>um dia de cada vez</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;depois de muito pensar, sim porque tempo para isso não me falta, cheguei à conclusão que sou eu quem está a colocar muita pressão sobre tudo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;quero tudo ao mesmo tempo... quero tempo para passar em conjunto... eu tenho esse tempo... mas nem sempre é fácil conjugá-lo!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;tenho de acalmar e ir vivndo descontraindamente. tenho trabalhado comigo mesma nesse sentido!! e tenho estado a obter resultados. não tenho andado tão stressada, estou mais calma e  a minha cabeça já não parece um turbilhão de emoções a quererem explodir =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;sei, neste momento, que as relações construídas estão em evolução... poderão não ter uma evolução tão rápida como eu gostaria, mas estão em movimento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;por um lado é bom que assim seja, não se esgota tudo de repente, temos tempo para vivermos as coisas a seu ritmo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383436133243816101-5296385252373637433?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/5296385252373637433/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=5296385252373637433' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/5296385252373637433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/5296385252373637433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/10/um-dia-de-cada-vez.html' title='um dia de cada vez'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795966790416818057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-4666613172130002076</id><published>2008-10-14T17:22:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-10-27T11:20:55.211-01:00</updated><title type='text'>screaming</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;peço desculpa aos Myth mas vou usar uma letra, com algumas alterações feitas por mim, que encaixa como uma luva para o que quero fazer passar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;nunca pensei estar nesta situação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;pensar em alguém que é dono do meu coração em tão pouco tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;como pode ser verdade gostar tanto de alguém? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;esta é a minha realidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;por ti faço canções, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;escrevo o que sinto, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;enfrento várias multidões,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;canto e encanto só para te ver sorrir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;apenas quero que acredites no que estou a sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;acredito que um dia estarei a teu lado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;os dois ao luar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;eu sempre a ti abraçada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;porque és tudo o que realmente eu sempre quis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;mas se não estás comigo como posso estar feliz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;às vezes ponho-me a pensar... será mesmo que um dia conseguirei conquistar-te?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;não! vejo a resposta mas quero saber aquilo que tu sentes e não me queres dizer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;por ti, eu era capaz de tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;tu és o meu sonho, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;tu és o meu mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;adoro-te! és tudo para mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;se gostar não é sofrer então porque é que eu estou assim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;perdido num caminho sem fim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;fiquei apaixonada desde o dia em que te vi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;e agora penso: será que também gostas de mim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;não sei porque ñão me dizes o que se passa dentro de ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;peço desculpa se não gostas do que te preparei,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;mas foi a melhor forma para me declarar que arranjei,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;não inventei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;verdade foge do meu peito &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;na esperança de um dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;poder ser a eleita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;perfeito, o meu sentimento me desespera. paixão, a construção que gira como uma esfera. sinceramente espero que isto te faça pensar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Se amar é um risco, contigo quero arriscar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Myth, &lt;em&gt;a ti me declaro &lt;/em&gt;é a letra original,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;eu fiz apenas umas alterações no género de algumas palavras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Os Myth são um grupo de hip hop tuga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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title='screaming'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795966790416818057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-5607878295276081956</id><published>2008-10-14T17:17:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-10-14T17:21:39.481Z</updated><title type='text'>i've been living a dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;foi feitiço, o que é que me deu para gostar tanto assim de alguém como tu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;não sei, penso penso penso e não chego a conclusão nenhuma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;a única coisa que me ocorre é que estive a viver um sonho e que acabo de acordar, completamente abalada, como se tivesse caído de uma grande altura...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;estou confusa... não percebo o que quer dizer "não me quero envolver" e depois "se há um problema, então resolvemos juntos e não tu sozinha"... para mim não faz sentido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;sinto-me a naufragar como um barco no meio do oceano...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383436133243816101-5607878295276081956?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/5607878295276081956/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=5607878295276081956' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/5607878295276081956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/5607878295276081956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/10/ive-been-living-dream.html' title='i&apos;ve been living a dream'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795966790416818057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-2388284034337038425</id><published>2008-09-21T12:53:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-09-21T13:13:45.229Z</updated><title type='text'>nuvem de sonhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SNZIfFD19gI/AAAAAAAAABg/-RXhFQh5DCM/s1600-h/nuvem[1].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248462114518332930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SNZIfFD19gI/AAAAAAAAABg/-RXhFQh5DCM/s320/nuvem%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;quando tudo parece não avançar chega uma lufada de ar fresco que dá o empurrão necessário... as coisas avançam!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;a felicidade chega, entranha-se, faz-nos sorrir e não pensar em mais nada. e se de manhã acordarmos e não passar de um sonho? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;levantamos-nos, sorrimos e sabemos que não foi um sonho que vivemos durante a noite... olhamos os olhos e vemos a felicidade expressa... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;não há nada mais reconfortante que acordar, olhar para o lado e saber que estamos seguros, que alguém nos dá esse sentimento, nos faz querer mais um bocadinho do sonho e entregar-nos então esse pedacinho de nuvem que nos sustenta no ar, como se pudéssemos levitar sabendo que não iremos cair!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;é bom sonhar e saber que o sonho é real e não apenas uma ilusão =) &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/5383436133243816101-2388284034337038425?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2388284034337038425/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=2388284034337038425' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/2388284034337038425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/2388284034337038425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/09/nuvem-de-sonhos.html' title='nuvem de sonhos'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795966790416818057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SNZIfFD19gI/AAAAAAAAABg/-RXhFQh5DCM/s72-c/nuvem%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-7503519944368163391</id><published>2008-09-04T15:05:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-09-04T15:07:12.860Z</updated><title type='text'>working</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ora aqui estamos... de volta ao trabalho... não é que apeteça muito, mas lá terá de ser...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;mas nem tudo é mau, coisas novas aparecem, e isso é sempre bom =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383436133243816101-7503519944368163391?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/7503519944368163391/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=7503519944368163391' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/7503519944368163391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/7503519944368163391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/09/working.html' title='working'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795966790416818057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-538734762946567754</id><published>2008-08-23T18:43:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-08-23T18:58:26.234Z</updated><title type='text'>flutuar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;quando não damos por isso as coisas acontecem! os simples, mais simples actos conseguem mudar o nosso espírito e a maneira de vermos as coisas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;deixam-nos a sonhar com o futuro, com momentos que passamos juntos e que queremos passar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;um beijo deixa-nos a flutuar como se por milagre a gravidade tivesse ido toda embora! mas um não chega, queremos sempre mais, mais, mais e mais!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;uma troca de mimos é sempre recebida com um sorriso enternecido e sincero. Mais sincero é &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;impossível&lt;/span&gt; pois de tudo nada foi forçado, tudo aconteceu naturalmente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;tudo se desenrola sem pressa... tudo o que acontece é vivido com a intensidade devida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;tudo parece um sonho do qual esperamos nunca acordar e continuar a viver!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;assim eu estou, a flutuar =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383436133243816101-538734762946567754?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/538734762946567754/comments/default' title='Enviar 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-9057391041268469377</id><published>2008-08-23T18:08:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-08-23T18:14:46.776Z</updated><title type='text'>voltei!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;a todos peço desculpa pela ausência, mas estava a precisar de tempo única e exclusivamente para mim =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porém voltei, mais calma com uma vontade de viver, divertir e seguir em frente pois a vida são três dias e não podemos atrasar-nos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deixo-vos assim com um último escrito =) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bjs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;foi num dia inesperado,&lt;br /&gt;respondi sem saber.&lt;br /&gt;esperei para ver&lt;br /&gt;dando sem receber!&lt;br /&gt;enganei-me pois&lt;br /&gt;recebi em troca&lt;br /&gt;imaginável sensação.&lt;br /&gt;contigo alcancei&lt;br /&gt;o que já há muito tinha esquecido!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383436133243816101-9057391041268469377?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/9057391041268469377/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=9057391041268469377' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/9057391041268469377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/9057391041268469377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/08/todos-peo-desculpa-pela-ausncia-mas.html' title='voltei!!!'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795966790416818057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-3324231332333989666</id><published>2008-07-03T11:55:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-07-03T11:58:48.002Z</updated><title type='text'>Martinho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SGy-g06RD2I/AAAAAAAAABE/bJk5Vj6NIi0/s1600-h/Imagem041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218755539383684962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SGy-g06RD2I/AAAAAAAAABE/bJk5Vj6NIi0/s320/Imagem041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;ora aqui está o mais recente inquilino cá de casa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;O Martinho cumprimenta-vos a todos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Olá eu sou o martinho, estou muito assustado ainda, mas com o tempo tornar-me-ei grande amigo do Tito e da minha nova dona!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;por agora quero descansar e ambientar-me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Apareçam para me visitar =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;miaus miaus&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/5383436133243816101-3324231332333989666?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/3324231332333989666/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=3324231332333989666' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/3324231332333989666'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-8722459043048974950</id><published>2008-06-23T12:45:00.009Z</published><updated>2008-10-27T11:17:26.020-01:00</updated><title type='text'>ser feliz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;os dias passam, a vida continua, nós continuamos a sonhar na busca da nossa felicidade e identidade... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;por vezes estamos tristes, por vez alegres...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;as oscilações são constantes mas sempre são boas para percebermos que não somos estáveis, que não estamos isolados nem somos inatingíveis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;aprendemos com a dor, fazemos um esforço para a ultrapassar, dizemos coisas que não queremos, pedimos desculpa e seguimos em frente para mais um dia, mais uma batalha para ganhar ou perder nunca se sabe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;o que é certo é que continuamos, queremos sempre andar para a frente. às vezes retrocedemos mas sempre para andarmos em frente, na busca de algo melhor, é sempre o nosso objectivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Estou feliz? não sei! pelo menos por agora, com o tempo talvez saberei dizer, não agora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Agora ando com a maré como se costuma dizer, vou aqui, vou ali, fico por aqui, por ali... sem grandes perspectivas... quero mais, sempre quis. sou ambiciosa, não o escondo, mas começo a pensar que o ser só me trás mais sofrimento quando não consigo alcançar o que quero. sou muito teimosa por isso ainda me magoo mais, mas não desito NUNCA. se desistir desaba tudo e a vida deixa de ter sentido, quando não procuramos por algo, nem que seja um raio de sol no final do dia para nos aquecer, um sorriso de alguém para nos reconfortar depois de um dia trabalhado, um momento de descanso com um café e um cigarro, então não vale a pena... temos sempre de procurar por algo que nos faça sentir bem connosco próprios. por mais pequena que seja essa coisa ou momento. uma troca de sms às vezes é o suficiente para nos fazer sorrir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;vou em busca de ser feliz!! se bem que o conceito de ser feliz é muito amplo e vasto. ser feliz para umas pessoas é um a coisa para outras é outra coisa... não importa, quando encontrar o meu "ser feliz" todos perceberão que algo mudou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;procurem,nunca desistam por mais obstáculos que possam aparecer!!&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/5383436133243816101-8722459043048974950?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/8722459043048974950/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=8722459043048974950' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/8722459043048974950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/8722459043048974950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/06/ser-feliz.html' title='ser feliz'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795966790416818057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-8143811655683143842</id><published>2008-05-25T12:43:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-05-25T12:55:52.364Z</updated><title type='text'>por aí, por aqui</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;andamos, andamos, andamos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;alturas há em que vemos uma luzinha no final a encaminhar-nos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;outras há em que nada nos guia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;e assim andamos à deriva nos dias que vivemos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;mas nem tudo é mau... pois nestas derivas sempre aprendemos coisas novas... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383436133243816101-8143811655683143842?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/8143811655683143842/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=8143811655683143842' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/8143811655683143842'/><link 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gás...&lt;br /&gt;é triste...&lt;br /&gt;mas a vida não pára e nós temos de continuar...&lt;br /&gt;é assim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383436133243816101-2000340087884044386?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2000340087884044386/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=2000340087884044386' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/2000340087884044386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/2000340087884044386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/05/renascer.html' title='renascer'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795966790416818057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-1585580743201917871</id><published>2008-05-14T22:59:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-05-14T23:08:22.180Z</updated><title type='text'>mudança...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;mudança...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;uma palavra, noção que à maioria das pessoas causa confusão e até medo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;porque mudar é sempre dífícil, avizinha sempre a necessidade de habituação a novos modos de estar, ser e sentir... e nós como seres racionais mas com muitos hábitos raramente queremos mudança... isso implicaria trabalho da nossa parte!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;mudar é sempre difícil e raramente estamos predispostos a fazê-lo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;porém há momentos na vida em que a mudança vem, impõe-se, instala-se e obriga-nos a mudar todos os nossos hábitos, maneiras de ser e estar, e nem pensa duas vezes... é disto que temos medo quando já nos habituámos a algo que está permanentemente presente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;mudança...&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/5383436133243816101-1585580743201917871?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/1585580743201917871/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=1585580743201917871' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/1585580743201917871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/1585580743201917871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/05/mudana.html' title='mudança...'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795966790416818057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-2776030274895536966</id><published>2008-05-10T22:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-05-10T22:25:37.570Z</updated><title type='text'>um dia destes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;um dia destes será...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;um dia destes o que acontecerá quando deixar de haver compreensão?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;um dia destes mudará a vida de alguém...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;um dia destes queremos outras experiências que não as mesmas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;um dias destes será...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;está para acontecer e será um dia destes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383436133243816101-2776030274895536966?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2776030274895536966/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=2776030274895536966' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/2776030274895536966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/2776030274895536966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/05/um-dia-destes.html' title='um dia destes'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795966790416818057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-7837586617351185763</id><published>2008-05-05T14:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-05-05T14:11:02.779Z</updated><title type='text'>confusão (parte 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;sinto-me um vulcão prestes a enviar cá para fora todos os resíduos que andam em turbilhão no seu interior... e quando isto acontece o que resta do que o rodeia? pouca coisa, muita destruição, muita dor por tudo o que foi arrasado, e por fim chega a vontade de começar de novo... A tentativa de construir uma nova vida, passo a passo, evitando a construção com os mesmos materiais para que não volte a ser destruída...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383436133243816101-7837586617351185763?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/7837586617351185763/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=7837586617351185763' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/7837586617351185763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/7837586617351185763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/05/confuso-parte-2.html' title='confusão (parte 2)'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795966790416818057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-6256532057578288680</id><published>2008-05-03T23:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-05-03T23:55:08.308Z</updated><title type='text'>uma flor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SBz6J2FIZaI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jGtclwjXzYM/s1600-h/flor.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196303117121512866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SBz6J2FIZaI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jGtclwjXzYM/s320/flor.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;é a flor que cresce ao longo da nossa vida. Há dias em que está colorida e resplandescente, outros em que está murcha e sem cores.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Vai alternando mostrando o seu estado de espírito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Um dia murchará para sempre, mas até lá há que tentar mantê-la colorida e resplandescente, para que se sinta feliz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;17.março.2004&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/5383436133243816101-6256532057578288680?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6256532057578288680/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=6256532057578288680' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/6256532057578288680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/6256532057578288680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/05/flor-que-cresce-ao-longo-da-nossa-vida.html' title='uma flor'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795966790416818057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SBz6J2FIZaI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jGtclwjXzYM/s72-c/flor.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-1086469886472397595</id><published>2008-05-03T23:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-05-03T23:28:44.076Z</updated><title type='text'>Para ti...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Numa noite tenebrosa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;enquanto tentava adormecer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;percebi que algo de novo queria nascer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Era um novo momento do meu ser,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;que de ti acabou por aparecer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Nasceu um sentimento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;uma nova maneira de viver!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Em ti penso, em ti me vejo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;em ti quero estar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;morrer e amar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383436133243816101-1086469886472397595?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/1086469886472397595/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=1086469886472397595' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/1086469886472397595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/1086469886472397595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/05/para-ti.html' title='Para ti...'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795966790416818057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-7795615038912956084</id><published>2008-05-02T19:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-05-02T20:43:11.082Z</updated><title type='text'>sem nome</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Este texto foi escrito por mim em Abril de 2003, mas decidi partilhá-lo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passou tanto tempo, pareceu uma eternidade.&lt;br /&gt;As estações passavam, vinha a Primavera, depois o Verão, o Outono, o Inverno, a Primavera... Elas passaram sem que o tempo desse por isso.&lt;br /&gt;Um novo dia nasceu... Uma nova maneira de sentir e viver... Algo que há muito não tinha voz, não tinha expressão.&lt;br /&gt;O dia veio e muito mudou.&lt;br /&gt;Uma alma caminhou na direcção de outra. Não se conheciam, mas algo as atraiu.&lt;br /&gt;Uma força externa. Algo desconhecido ajudou as almas a encontrarem-se.&lt;br /&gt;Eram almas sós. Caminhavam na sua estrada sem horizonte, sozinhas. eram estradas paralelas. não havia nenhum elo entre as mesmas, a não ser a sua solidão.&lt;br /&gt;Eram caminhos enfeitados com alegria, cor, muita energia. As almas viam e viviam tudo isso. Era tudo falso e, vazio. Na realidade nada existia, apenas a sua presença e existência.&lt;br /&gt;Percorriam estradas idênticas. Vazias, desertas, cheias de um colorido falso que lhes atenuava a dor de se sentirem sós.&lt;br /&gt;Viviam uma fantasia que elas pensavam ser alegria.&lt;br /&gt;Um novo dia nasceu...&lt;br /&gt;Três estrelas criaram uma ponte entre a vida paralela das duas almas.&lt;br /&gt;Quando estas a viram, recearam atravessar a ponte. O medo... Desconhecido sentimento... Algo a enfrentar...&lt;br /&gt;Assim o fizeram. O medo ultrapassaram e, na ponte avançaram. Viram-se uma à outra. Pensaram ver, inicialmente, o seu reflexo num espelho.&lt;br /&gt;Rapidamente perceberam que não eram os seus reflexos, mas outra alma, com a mesma história, a mesma experiência de viver uma vida cheia de nada.&lt;br /&gt;Olharam-se duante muito tempo. O tempo. Algo relativo para quem sente. Observaram cada reflexo, cada movimento. Conheceram-se naquele olhar eterno.&lt;br /&gt;Perceberam então a existência idêntica de cada uma.&lt;br /&gt;Avançaram na direcção uma da outra. Abraçaram as suas vidas. Um abraço sincero. Um abraço que mostrou um novo dia, uma nova estrada, uma nova vida.&lt;br /&gt;Caminham agora juntas numa nova estrada.&lt;br /&gt;Estrada com um pontinho de horizonte. Com um força diferente. Com uma nova energia.&lt;br /&gt;Tem cor e alegria, mas nem sempre são reais. por vezes são ilusões muito reais.&lt;br /&gt;Ilusões vividas em conjunto. Uma maneira diferente de as ver e, ultrapassar.&lt;br /&gt;Um vazio foi preenchido. Um lugar antes cheio de solidão.&lt;br /&gt;Uma luz, clara e calma, entrou e lançou um raio de esperança às duas almas.&lt;br /&gt;Uma esperança transformada em força, em alegria, companhia. Alegria de poder viver uma vida conjunta, um amparo qe cada alma transmite à outra. Uma confiança mútua.&lt;br /&gt;Amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383436133243816101-7795615038912956084?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/7795615038912956084/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=7795615038912956084' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/7795615038912956084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/7795615038912956084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/05/sem-nome.html' title='sem nome'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795966790416818057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-3872434994980125893</id><published>2008-05-02T19:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-05-02T20:43:27.909Z</updated><title type='text'>uma pessoa muito especial</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;aconteceu,&lt;br /&gt;nem demos por nada!&lt;br /&gt;da noite para o dia&lt;br /&gt;recortámo-nos um no outro.&lt;br /&gt;é amor impossível o que nasceu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se algum dia leres isto sabes que foi escrito para ti, uns anos depois, mas foi sentido como ainda hoje te sinto... e tu sabes que é verdade :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5383436133243816101-3872434994980125893?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/3872434994980125893/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=3872434994980125893' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/3872434994980125893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/3872434994980125893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/05/uma-pessoa-muito-especial.html' title='uma pessoa muito especial'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795966790416818057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5383436133243816101.post-5705859542156851253</id><published>2008-05-02T18:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-05-02T18:17:29.040Z</updated><title type='text'>confusão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;porque é que a nossa cabeça anda a mil quando procuramos por algo e não conseguimos alcançá-lo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;porque é que só conseguimos pensar nisso e esquecemos tudo o resto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;é como se não coubesse mais nada lá dentro para além da obsessão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&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/5383436133243816101-5705859542156851253?l=pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/5705859542156851253/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5383436133243816101&amp;postID=5705859542156851253' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/5705859542156851253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5383436133243816101/posts/default/5705859542156851253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentoseconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/05/confuso.html' title='confusão'/><author><name>angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09795966790416818057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4dIJJBXuyU/SR2svJFk79I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BgDibiecvCM/S220/lgpp30819%2Blamenting-angel-victoria-frances-poster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
