<?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-5004246901666720389</id><updated>2011-08-01T18:55:14.387+01:00</updated><category term='paisagens'/><title type='text'>Laços que perduram...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacosqueperduram.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004246901666720389/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacosqueperduram.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Laços</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12813523595897980390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_id0g1mGHIec/Rcps6NdpuAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/F_zl2jMiuo8/s400/beb.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004246901666720389.post-1908739948953878352</id><published>2010-04-09T21:43:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T21:49:08.185+01:00</updated><title type='text'>We don't have to say goodbye!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object style="WIDTH: 425px; HEIGHT: 344px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7QwK7vAuXwg"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7QwK7vAuXwg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"You're saying, that it's over&lt;br /&gt;You tell me you've lost your faith and...&lt;br /&gt;I stand and I watch as you're building a wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You kiss me, as you're leaving&lt;br /&gt;Inside my head I'm screaming&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes as you're closing the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We don't have to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;We don't have to end tonight like this&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you said, whatever I did&lt;br /&gt;I'll always love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see you, as you're waiting&lt;br /&gt;Unsure of the move you're making&lt;br /&gt;You're drying your eyes as I open the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We don't have to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;We don't have to end tonight like this&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you said, whatever I did&lt;br /&gt;I'll always love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We don't have to say goodbye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't have to end it with a kiss&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you say, whatever I did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll always love you... "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yohanna&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/5004246901666720389-1908739948953878352?l=lacosqueperduram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacosqueperduram.blogspot.com/feeds/1908739948953878352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004246901666720389&amp;postID=1908739948953878352' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004246901666720389/posts/default/1908739948953878352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004246901666720389/posts/default/1908739948953878352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacosqueperduram.blogspot.com/2010/04/we-dont-have-to-say-goodbye.html' title='We don&apos;t have to say goodbye!'/><author><name>Laços</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12813523595897980390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_id0g1mGHIec/Rcps6NdpuAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/F_zl2jMiuo8/s400/beb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004246901666720389.post-3383374998779303117</id><published>2009-07-14T22:52:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T22:57:05.188+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Num forte abraço</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mq6c7wlnt8c/Slz-dYYsxyI/AAAAAAAAADE/FV85VMWkkpM/s1600-h/abraco2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358437437379757858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mq6c7wlnt8c/Slz-dYYsxyI/AAAAAAAAADE/FV85VMWkkpM/s400/abraco2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Neste dia em que a dor é maior que qualquer outro sentimento, venho dizer-te que estou aqui, presente, sempre ao teu lado. Neste dia não existem muitas palavras, mas não podia de te deixar um forte abraço e dizer baixinho ao ouvido o quanto gosto de ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cátia &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004246901666720389-3383374998779303117?l=lacosqueperduram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacosqueperduram.blogspot.com/feeds/3383374998779303117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004246901666720389&amp;postID=3383374998779303117' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004246901666720389/posts/default/3383374998779303117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004246901666720389/posts/default/3383374998779303117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacosqueperduram.blogspot.com/2009/07/num-forte-abraco.html' title='Num forte abraço'/><author><name>Laços</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12813523595897980390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_id0g1mGHIec/Rcps6NdpuAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/F_zl2jMiuo8/s400/beb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mq6c7wlnt8c/Slz-dYYsxyI/AAAAAAAAADE/FV85VMWkkpM/s72-c/abraco2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004246901666720389.post-4073434207777951857</id><published>2008-08-02T14:04:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T23:07:21.502+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paisagens'/><title type='text'>Esperando...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fotosfr.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/por-do-sol-bl.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://fotosfr.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/por-do-sol-bl.JPG" 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/5004246901666720389-4073434207777951857?l=lacosqueperduram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacosqueperduram.blogspot.com/feeds/4073434207777951857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004246901666720389&amp;postID=4073434207777951857' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004246901666720389/posts/default/4073434207777951857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004246901666720389/posts/default/4073434207777951857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacosqueperduram.blogspot.com/2008/08/esperando.html' title='Esperando...'/><author><name>Laços</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12813523595897980390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_id0g1mGHIec/Rcps6NdpuAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/F_zl2jMiuo8/s400/beb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004246901666720389.post-8318874936135740619</id><published>2008-03-08T21:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-08T21:30:35.895Z</updated><title type='text'>Dia Internacional da Mulher...</title><content type='html'>Menina... Mulher...&lt;br /&gt;A todas as mulheres,&lt;br /&gt;Sem distinção&lt;br /&gt;de cor ou religião...&lt;br /&gt;Mulher branca, negra&lt;br /&gt;Baixa ou alta,&lt;br /&gt;Gorda ou magra...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulher urbana ou rural&lt;br /&gt;Mulher alimento e canibal&lt;br /&gt;Mulher singular ou plural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulher que elege&lt;br /&gt;Mulher eleita,&lt;br /&gt;Mulher pintora,&lt;br /&gt;Mulher professora,&lt;br /&gt;Mulher escultora,&lt;br /&gt;Cantora, avidora,&lt;br /&gt;E até engenheira!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em essência mulher... &lt;br /&gt;singularmente mulher! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004246901666720389-8318874936135740619?l=lacosqueperduram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacosqueperduram.blogspot.com/feeds/8318874936135740619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004246901666720389&amp;postID=8318874936135740619' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004246901666720389/posts/default/8318874936135740619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004246901666720389/posts/default/8318874936135740619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacosqueperduram.blogspot.com/2008/03/dia-internacional-da-mulher.html' title='Dia Internacional da Mulher...'/><author><name>Laços</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12813523595897980390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_id0g1mGHIec/Rcps6NdpuAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/F_zl2jMiuo8/s400/beb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004246901666720389.post-7828136541640317131</id><published>2008-02-08T00:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-08T00:13:26.111Z</updated><title type='text'>Laços...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164380490149432690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mq6c7wlnt8c/R6uQsZhQjXI/AAAAAAAAABg/-fZDCzm4_Mk/s320/presentes+la%C3%A7os.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hoje é um dia especial. Sim, é um dia muito especial! Porquê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Porquê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Porque hoje a nossa querida &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sofia10world.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sofiiinha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; faz 15 aninhos!!&lt;/span&gt; E é aqui, neste lugar tão querido, que lhe queremos desejar as maiores felicidades do mundo, sim, porque ela merece mais do que ninguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164385772959206786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mq6c7wlnt8c/R6uVf5hQjYI/AAAAAAAAABo/dxRggTU4wrk/s200/mao-amiga.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Estaremos sempre aqui quando precisares, para te estender a mão. Porque:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Friends will be friends...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FELIZ ANIVERSÁRIO SOFIA!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Keep smiling&lt;br /&gt;Keep shining&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Knowing you can always count on me for sure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's what friends are for"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Beijinhos grandes repletos de sonhos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004246901666720389-7828136541640317131?l=lacosqueperduram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacosqueperduram.blogspot.com/feeds/7828136541640317131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004246901666720389&amp;postID=7828136541640317131' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004246901666720389/posts/default/7828136541640317131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004246901666720389/posts/default/7828136541640317131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacosqueperduram.blogspot.com/2008/02/laos.html' title='Laços...'/><author><name>Laços</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12813523595897980390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_id0g1mGHIec/Rcps6NdpuAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/F_zl2jMiuo8/s400/beb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mq6c7wlnt8c/R6uQsZhQjXI/AAAAAAAAABg/-fZDCzm4_Mk/s72-c/presentes+la%C3%A7os.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004246901666720389.post-8414185370449871681</id><published>2007-12-21T19:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-21T19:08:33.560Z</updated><title type='text'>Natal...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.newfreedownloads.com/imgs/9890-w400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 165px;" src="http://www.newfreedownloads.com/imgs/9890-w400.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...Sempre foi uma época do ano muito especial...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Vai nos escapando, ano após ano, um pouco da magia característica... Ou porque algo mudou entretanto, ou porque alguma felicidade nos fugiu dos dedos...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Mas a vida vai-nos oferecendo muitas outras coisas maravilhosas, que nos faz acreditar que pode ser sempre Natal dentro de nós.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fala-se em presentes e mais presentes... o melhor presente é sentirmo-nos felizes e bem com nós próprios, o que nem sempre é tarefa fácil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   Não se esqueçam que o melhor presente, nem sempre chega no dia 25!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;" A melhor mensagem de Natal é aquela que sai em silêncio dos nossos corações e aquece com ternura os corações dos que nos acompanham na vida!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;FELIZ NATAL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004246901666720389-8414185370449871681?l=lacosqueperduram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacosqueperduram.blogspot.com/feeds/8414185370449871681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004246901666720389&amp;postID=8414185370449871681' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004246901666720389/posts/default/8414185370449871681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004246901666720389/posts/default/8414185370449871681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacosqueperduram.blogspot.com/2007/12/natal.html' title='Natal...'/><author><name>Laços</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12813523595897980390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_id0g1mGHIec/Rcps6NdpuAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/F_zl2jMiuo8/s400/beb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004246901666720389.post-7966336922974765705</id><published>2007-11-25T00:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-25T00:38:40.857Z</updated><title type='text'>É isso ai...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3kgd5WHyC0Q&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3kgd5WHyC0Q&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004246901666720389-7966336922974765705?l=lacosqueperduram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacosqueperduram.blogspot.com/feeds/7966336922974765705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004246901666720389&amp;postID=7966336922974765705' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004246901666720389/posts/default/7966336922974765705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004246901666720389/posts/default/7966336922974765705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacosqueperduram.blogspot.com/2007/11/isso-ai.html' title='É isso ai...'/><author><name>Laços</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12813523595897980390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_id0g1mGHIec/Rcps6NdpuAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/F_zl2jMiuo8/s400/beb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004246901666720389.post-8674985029736405288</id><published>2007-10-05T22:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T00:23:05.604Z</updated><title type='text'>Num dia especial...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mq6c7wlnt8c/RwazORodZiI/AAAAAAAAABY/Bz3-8hWlFJg/s1600-h/De+mÃ£os+dadas+_+cat+e+pat.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117975084385789474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mq6c7wlnt8c/RwazORodZiI/AAAAAAAAABY/Bz3-8hWlFJg/s320/De+m%C3%A3os+dadas+_+cat+e+pat.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Já passaram 5 meses desde aquele dia especial, que não conseguiremos esquecer. Os nossos corações foram cativados... A beleza interior foi maior, a sinceridade, o olhar e as palavras seguiram-se transformando a ligação que havia numa amizade verdadeira... Feliz o dia em que nos cruzámos, apesar de já nos conhecermos há muito... mesmo sem saber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;És muito especial... e és especial na minha vida. Hoje abraço-te com força, e digo-te ao ouvido: conta comigo para tudo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004246901666720389-8674985029736405288?l=lacosqueperduram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacosqueperduram.blogspot.com/feeds/8674985029736405288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004246901666720389&amp;postID=8674985029736405288' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004246901666720389/posts/default/8674985029736405288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004246901666720389/posts/default/8674985029736405288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacosqueperduram.blogspot.com/2007/10/num-dia-especial.html' title='Num dia especial...'/><author><name>Laços</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12813523595897980390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_id0g1mGHIec/Rcps6NdpuAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/F_zl2jMiuo8/s400/beb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mq6c7wlnt8c/RwazORodZiI/AAAAAAAAABY/Bz3-8hWlFJg/s72-c/De+m%C3%A3os+dadas+_+cat+e+pat.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004246901666720389.post-7900320161731029742</id><published>2007-09-19T14:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T00:16:37.251Z</updated><title type='text'>Se eu pudesse...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.artisanweddingrings.com/Images/additional-photos/narrow-yin-yang-wedding-ring-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 169px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 169px" alt="" src="http://www.artisanweddingrings.com/Images/additional-photos/narrow-yin-yang-wedding-ring-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Todos os dias, quando sinto aquele chão nos meus pés e observo aquele cenário tão perfeito, quero voltar atrás...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Quando olho aquelas árvores, aquelas flores coloridas que quase emolduram aquele lugar perco-me no tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olho, mas já não vejo ninguém... Quero, mas não consigo seguir o rasto mesmo sentindo o doce perfume...&lt;br /&gt;Aquele mar de sentimentos, que antes, ali quebrara todas as barreiras havia mudado o rumo... O vento tinha mudado a direcção da maré.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A água estivera tão quente, e as ondas tão suaves e tão tranquilas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hoje, olho bem... Quero encontrar alguma coisa, não sei bem o quê, mas desejo algo... O lugar sei-o de cor: "foi exactamente ali.", mas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;o que esperam os meus olhos encontrar? Uma concha? Algas? Procuro quase em vão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Acabo por desviar o olhar, por querer perder quase os sentidos e o mole coração... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quero voltar a sair de casa com o coração aos pulos de alegria, voltar a sentir aquele brilho nos meus olhos, a descer aquelas escadas de rompante quase tropeçando em mim mesma... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É como se agora conseguisse ver tudo em câmara lenta... Um movimento de cada vez, um a seguir ao outro, devagar... Ouço o meu coração e o silêncio da minha felicidade irem ao encontro da fragrância já conhecida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mergulhei na minha perdição sempre, enquanto o tempo que não existia, me permitiu que existisse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Agora, cada vez que recordo, cada vez que revivo tudo, uma sensação de felicidade invade-me. Já outras ondas me molharam e continuam a banhar... Mas sabe bem, está calor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Se eu pudesse... eu andava para trás no tempo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu pudesse, e se houvessem palavras, eu escreveria melhor, eu diria melhor, contaria melhor... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Se eu pudesse... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,204,204)"&gt;Patrícia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004246901666720389-7900320161731029742?l=lacosqueperduram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacosqueperduram.blogspot.com/feeds/7900320161731029742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004246901666720389&amp;postID=7900320161731029742' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004246901666720389/posts/default/7900320161731029742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004246901666720389/posts/default/7900320161731029742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacosqueperduram.blogspot.com/2007/09/se-eu-pudesse.html' title='Se eu pudesse...'/><author><name>Laços</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12813523595897980390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_id0g1mGHIec/Rcps6NdpuAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/F_zl2jMiuo8/s400/beb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004246901666720389.post-7102569481333802017</id><published>2007-09-07T11:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T11:47:51.320+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Are your friends here for a reason, a season or a lifetime?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mq6c7wlnt8c/RuEruQHuvzI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Ub8qUmXsdM4/s1600-h/sem%2520t%253F%253Ftulo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107411526016220978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mq6c7wlnt8c/RuEruQHuvzI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Ub8qUmXsdM4/s320/sem%2520t%253F%253Ftulo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mq6c7wlnt8c/RuErogHuvyI/AAAAAAAAABI/x0A_DxDEdZU/s1600-h/sem%2520t%253F%253Ftulo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Many of us are fortunate enough to have friends who are a consistent part of our lives throughout all our ups and downs. However, sometimes others we consider friends appear to enter, then depart from our lives for reasons we try to, but don't always, understand. This piece nicely explains the flow of people in and out of our lives. It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant. People come into your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you figure out which one it is, you will know what to do for each person. When someone is in your life for a REASON, it is usually to meet a need you have expressed. They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with guidance and support, to aid you physically, emotionally, or spiritually. They may seem like a godsend, and they are! They are there for the reason you need them to be. Then, without any wrongdoing on your part, or at an inconvenient time, this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end. Sometimes they die. Sometimes they walk away. Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand. What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled, their work is done. The prayer you sent up has been answered. And now it is time to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then people come into your life for a SEASON, because your turn has come to share, grow, or learn. They bring you an experience of peace, or make you laugh. They may teach you something you have never done. They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy. Believe it! It is real! But, only for a season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons: things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation. Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person, and put what you have learned to use in all other relationships and areas of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cátia&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/5004246901666720389-7102569481333802017?l=lacosqueperduram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacosqueperduram.blogspot.com/feeds/7102569481333802017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004246901666720389&amp;postID=7102569481333802017' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004246901666720389/posts/default/7102569481333802017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004246901666720389/posts/default/7102569481333802017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacosqueperduram.blogspot.com/2007/09/are-your-friends-here-for-reason-season.html' title='Are your friends here for a reason, a season or a lifetime?'/><author><name>Laços</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12813523595897980390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_id0g1mGHIec/Rcps6NdpuAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/F_zl2jMiuo8/s400/beb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mq6c7wlnt8c/RuEruQHuvzI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Ub8qUmXsdM4/s72-c/sem%2520t%253F%253Ftulo2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004246901666720389.post-3971225317237574075</id><published>2007-09-02T21:09:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T21:55:11.336+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Prémios...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cUYwMK6lpsM/RtS4jNbEHjI/AAAAAAAAAOE/eVWBOo4PaTI/s320/award-schmooze.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cUYwMK6lpsM/RtS4jNbEHjI/AAAAAAAAAOE/eVWBOo4PaTI/s320/award-schmooze.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cUYwMK6lpsM/RtS4YtbEHiI/AAAAAAAAAN8/3-7MK6wI2x4/s320/blogmini1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cUYwMK6lpsM/RtS4YtbEHiI/AAAAAAAAAN8/3-7MK6wI2x4/s320/blogmini1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A Sofia do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://sofia10world.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sofia's World&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; premiou o Laços com o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"Blog Cinco Estrelas"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; e com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"The power schmooze award"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Obrigada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The power of schmooze award&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; foi um prémio criado com o objectivo de indicar blogues que interagem com outros, fazendo da blogosfera uma comunidade, criando uma rede de relacionamentos e amizades."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sintam-se nomeados todos vocês que passam por aqui e nos deixam algumas palavras de carinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cátia e Patrícia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004246901666720389-3971225317237574075?l=lacosqueperduram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacosqueperduram.blogspot.com/feeds/3971225317237574075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004246901666720389&amp;postID=3971225317237574075' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004246901666720389/posts/default/3971225317237574075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004246901666720389/posts/default/3971225317237574075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacosqueperduram.blogspot.com/2007/09/prmios.html' title='Prémios...'/><author><name>Laços</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12813523595897980390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_id0g1mGHIec/Rcps6NdpuAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/F_zl2jMiuo8/s400/beb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cUYwMK6lpsM/RtS4jNbEHjI/AAAAAAAAAOE/eVWBOo4PaTI/s72-c/award-schmooze.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004246901666720389.post-7996329135260067025</id><published>2007-08-28T18:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T18:46:01.524+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Olhei para o céu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hoje olho para o céu… Aqueles pedaços de paz e de uma beleza suprema que entra em mim, que entra em todos nós quando assim o permitimos, são tão brilhantes… tão luminosos… que o meu olhar não os suport&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:-cptVymjb_bRyM:http://baixaki.ig.com.br/imagens/wpapers/BXK1252_por-do-sol800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 176px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:-cptVymjb_bRyM:http://baixaki.ig.com.br/imagens/wpapers/BXK1252_por-do-sol800.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;O mau tempo já lá vai… As nuvens seguiram outro rumo… O céu já não está rasgado pela luz ofuscante dos relâmpagos e muito menos a minha cabeça atormentada pelo barulho dos trovões, esses ruidosos gritos de raiva vindos do além…&lt;br /&gt;Gritos? Sim talvez, mas não do além, de bem perto, talvez gritos provenientes das minhas próprias entranhas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;Não era justo... Não estava certo.&lt;br /&gt;Precisava de um guarda-chuva que me pudesse guiar até ao sonho tão sonhado, por vezes tão platónico, outras tão real e tão certo. Corri tanto para encontrar o guarda-chuva e a gabardina… Foram vários os locais onde fui, das formas mais discretas e tentadoras, ora com passos firmes ora mais reticentes. Estavam sempre tão distantes, que eu não os conseguia alcançar… Mas eu tentava, com toda a minha força interior, com tudo o que existia de determinado e de sonhador no meu fundo. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;Perguntei muitas vezes porquê que teria de ser assim, uma tarefa tão complicada, tão dolorosa… Mas a vontade estava ali. A força do querer avançava à medida que os ponteiros do relógio se moviam, o brilho no olhar tornava-se rio no leito da face… Até que se agarra a gabardina e o guarda-chuva. Já nem o mau tempo impede de percorrer aquela estrada sinuosa. Nesse instante, de rompante, cessou a chuva grossa e deu lugar a pequenas gotículas salgadas que eu provava num sorriso contagiado pela energia que anteriormente se fazia libertar dos mais recônditos cantos do céu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;Agora sim, estou pronta. Posso seguir…&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Patrícia&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/5004246901666720389-7996329135260067025?l=lacosqueperduram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacosqueperduram.blogspot.com/feeds/7996329135260067025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004246901666720389&amp;postID=7996329135260067025' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004246901666720389/posts/default/7996329135260067025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004246901666720389/posts/default/7996329135260067025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacosqueperduram.blogspot.com/2007/08/olhei-para-o-cu.html' title='Olhei para o céu...'/><author><name>Laços</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12813523595897980390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_id0g1mGHIec/Rcps6NdpuAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/F_zl2jMiuo8/s400/beb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004246901666720389.post-1428512791608885820</id><published>2007-08-05T22:51:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T22:53:07.344+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amizade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mq6c7wlnt8c/RrZGjG9nOaI/AAAAAAAAABA/8OnyxJrxe28/s1600-h/Amizade%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mq6c7wlnt8c/RrZGjG9nOaI/AAAAAAAAABA/8OnyxJrxe28/s320/Amizade%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095337597394696610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Patrícia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004246901666720389-1428512791608885820?l=lacosqueperduram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacosqueperduram.blogspot.com/feeds/1428512791608885820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004246901666720389&amp;postID=1428512791608885820' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004246901666720389/posts/default/1428512791608885820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004246901666720389/posts/default/1428512791608885820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacosqueperduram.blogspot.com/2007/08/amizade.html' title='Amizade...'/><author><name>Laços</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12813523595897980390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_id0g1mGHIec/Rcps6NdpuAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/F_zl2jMiuo8/s400/beb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mq6c7wlnt8c/RrZGjG9nOaI/AAAAAAAAABA/8OnyxJrxe28/s72-c/Amizade%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004246901666720389.post-4244448825518158165</id><published>2007-08-01T22:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T00:02:49.983Z</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tudo começou no dia 8 de Fevereiro, foi quando nos cruzámos pela primeira vez… Foi nesse dia que começou aquilo que se viria a transformar numa grande amizade… Num amor que tudo pode… Os contactos foram contínuos, fomo-nos conhecendo e aprofundando a amizade e o carinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dia 17 de Abril, trocámos as primeiras palavras mais pessoais, surgiram os primeiros emails. Nessa primeira troca de palavras o carinho já era evidente…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“As tuas palavras tocam-me, revejo-me em ti... (…) Fico feliz por o meu blog me ter dado a possibilidade de conhecer pessoas fantásticas com tu.” (Cátia, 17 Abril)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Fiquei sem palavras ao ler o mail... Como já deves ter percebido, sou assim um coração de manteiga... Fico contente por gostares um bocadinho de mim, por leres os meus textos, por tudo... Sinto que me compreendes e por isso, sinto-me muito feliz. (…) Estarei sempre aqui se precisares de mim... És uma grande amiga! É como se te conhecesse há muito muito tempo...” (Patrícia, 17 Abril)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“E sei que poderei contar com a tua amizade. E tal como dizes, sinto que já nos conhecemos há muito, se calhar porque sabemos realmente o que a outra pensa...” (Cátia, 17 Abril)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foram trocados outros emails e muitas mais palavras de carinho... Entre o dia 2 e 5 de Maio, houve uma troca de emails que foi marcante na nossa amizade. O ultimo mail terminou com as tuas palavras…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Adoro-te maninha, fazes-me pensar, sei que contigo posso contar. Alguma vez eu imaginei que estaria agora a contar-te todas estas coisas? A vida é assim, olha, fica a saber que eu não sou muito de me abrir, se me abri contigo é porque és mesmo alguém diferente e eu sinto isso...” (Patrícia, 5 Maio)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi no seguimento destas palavras que tudo aconteceu… Essa tarde, foi inesquecível, marcante, daquelas para não esquecer… Nesse dia o sentimento transformou-se em verdadeira AMIZADE…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é sem dúvida um dia especial… É especial porque tu existes. Hoje é dia do teu Aniversário e escrevo-te de coração aberto… Escrevo para te dar os PARABÉNS e dizer-te que te quero ver feliz, que te desejo o de melhor que pode existir…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cátia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004246901666720389-4244448825518158165?l=lacosqueperduram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacosqueperduram.blogspot.com/feeds/4244448825518158165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004246901666720389&amp;postID=4244448825518158165' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004246901666720389/posts/default/4244448825518158165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004246901666720389/posts/default/4244448825518158165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacosqueperduram.blogspot.com/2007/08/parabns.html' title='Parabéns...'/><author><name>Laços</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12813523595897980390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_id0g1mGHIec/Rcps6NdpuAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/F_zl2jMiuo8/s400/beb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004246901666720389.post-6685361491081181741</id><published>2007-07-20T10:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T00:40:50.169Z</updated><title type='text'>Não existe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mq6c7wlnt8c/RqCCZdq9xzI/AAAAAAAAAAo/RaqAErzYJk8/s1600-h/Olho+meu.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms"&gt;Sair de casa…&lt;br /&gt;Olhar em redor…&lt;br /&gt;Tentar encontrar em algum transeunte daquelas ruas&lt;br /&gt;Algum amor... mas onde está Ele?&lt;br /&gt;Porquê que o ódio e a loucura dominam os seus olhares?&lt;br /&gt;Onde está Aquele? Aquele que contamina a essência do ser? A alma e o coração? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Procurar, procurar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Olhar para um lado e para o outro..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Um olhar extasiado, louco talvez...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que procura, quer encontrar a todo custo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Percorrer olhares, sorrisos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tentar encontrar algum jeito, algum traço, alguma voz, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Algum rosto que faça lembrar o Incomparável&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que transfigure a imagem do Infinito apenas a uns metros de distância...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Essa procura, Senhor, é sempre tão em vão..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não há réplica do Único,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não existe o tempo. Não existe mais nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Apenas vazio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,204,204)"&gt;Patrícia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004246901666720389-6685361491081181741?l=lacosqueperduram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacosqueperduram.blogspot.com/feeds/6685361491081181741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004246901666720389&amp;postID=6685361491081181741' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004246901666720389/posts/default/6685361491081181741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004246901666720389/posts/default/6685361491081181741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacosqueperduram.blogspot.com/2007/07/no-existe.html' title='Não existe...'/><author><name>Laços</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12813523595897980390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_id0g1mGHIec/Rcps6NdpuAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/F_zl2jMiuo8/s400/beb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004246901666720389.post-7175444079018286284</id><published>2007-07-07T20:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T00:08:14.138Z</updated><title type='text'>Uma saga...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mq6c7wlnt8c/Ro_oiMYVlQI/AAAAAAAAAAg/IfYdk8CbObg/s1600-h/maos%20dadas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084538178461078786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mq6c7wlnt8c/Ro_oiMYVlQI/AAAAAAAAAAg/IfYdk8CbObg/s200/maos%2520dadas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Conhecemos muito pouco sobre quem somos. O que sabemos é uma gota no oceano inesgotável que é o conhecimento.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dentro de cada um de nós, existe alguém que por natureza quer ser feliz, ultrapassar obstáculos, saltar barreiras, correr... percorrer o mundo, atravessar vales e montanhas à procura da linha da meta com o desejo de sentir a textura daquela fita que o corpo derruba... Esse alguém muitas vezes não chega a viver..O desejo de erguer os braços e de dizer: "consegui!" é enorme.. Mas às vezes é somente isto...pensamentos, desejos que nos acompanham a vida inteira...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Todos nós criamos os nossos monstros, os nossos medos, os nossos pensamentos mutiladores. E esses ficam muitas vezes durante anos a fio a assombrar o nosso viver. O mal é viver demasiado o passado, mas quando este está mal resolvido é impossível deixá-lo para trás. Chega uma altura em que sentimos necessidade de reencontrar os porões do passado, abrir algumas feridas que nunca tinham cicatrizado e enfrentar os fantasmas que não tinham morrido. Esta é normalmente uma caminhada solitária porque raramente encontramos pessoas dispostas a partilhá-los... Mas quando encontramos um amigo disposto a ouvir, a partilhar, principalmente disposto a ajudar a combater os monstros, então acontecem os momentos indescritíveis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Como se explica a cumplicidade? Ou a confiança? Fruto do tempo? Não, cada vez mais o mundo revela que não... O tempo cada vez mais remete para a desilusão, punhaladas nas costas, indiferença... Momentos únicos sim, a confiança vinda quase do nada, o carinho, a força e a compreensão ajudam-nos a travar lutas com o passado e a preparar algumas eventuais que poderão surgir no futuro. Aquele rosto nunca antes visto, aquele apoio nunca antes sentido, aquele abraço tão forte, tao apertado, tão real, tão longe e tão perto ao mesmo tempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Abrir o coração, partilhar momentos, libertar os fantasmas do passado é dar uma segunda hipotese, é ganhar espaço para que outros sentimentos ocupem o coração. É permitirmo-nos ser livres, vivenciar novas experiências, reconstruir... Ousemos abrir sempre o coração, partilha-lo com alguém, e reiniciar o caminho com o sentimento de liberdade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,204,204)"&gt;Cátia e Patrícia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004246901666720389-7175444079018286284?l=lacosqueperduram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacosqueperduram.blogspot.com/feeds/7175444079018286284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004246901666720389&amp;postID=7175444079018286284' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004246901666720389/posts/default/7175444079018286284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004246901666720389/posts/default/7175444079018286284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacosqueperduram.blogspot.com/2007/07/uma-saga.html' title='Uma saga...'/><author><name>Laços</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12813523595897980390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_id0g1mGHIec/Rcps6NdpuAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/F_zl2jMiuo8/s400/beb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mq6c7wlnt8c/Ro_oiMYVlQI/AAAAAAAAAAg/IfYdk8CbObg/s72-c/maos%2520dadas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004246901666720389.post-7507089709875645766</id><published>2007-07-01T21:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T00:05:58.215Z</updated><title type='text'>From God...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mq6c7wlnt8c/RogTA8YVlPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/b9XcdCsyF0E/s1600-h/amizade_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082333086416737522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mq6c7wlnt8c/RogTA8YVlPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/b9XcdCsyF0E/s320/amizade_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Uma verdadeira amizade não se procura, ela acontece... É um cativar e ser cativado...Depois é fechar os olhos e voar... voar num mundo onde reina a cumplicidade e o afecto... São pequenos gestos, algumas palavras ditas... Um "estou aqui" no momento certo representa muito na sua essência, devolve-nos a coragem e a força para seguir em frente no jogo que é a vida, sabendo que não estamos sós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quando a amizade é profunda, não é preciso estar perto, basta sentir que o estamos... Quando estou triste imagino o teu sorriso, o teu abraço para sentir-te junto de mim. Quando me sinto perdida e sem saber para onde ir, por onde caminhar, encontro-me no carinho da amizade... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vivo com uma certeza: o que Deus juntou, ninguem poderá separar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)"&gt;Cátia e Patrícia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004246901666720389-7507089709875645766?l=lacosqueperduram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacosqueperduram.blogspot.com/feeds/7507089709875645766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004246901666720389&amp;postID=7507089709875645766' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004246901666720389/posts/default/7507089709875645766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004246901666720389/posts/default/7507089709875645766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacosqueperduram.blogspot.com/2007/07/from-god.html' title='From God...'/><author><name>Laços</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12813523595897980390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_id0g1mGHIec/Rcps6NdpuAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/F_zl2jMiuo8/s400/beb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mq6c7wlnt8c/RogTA8YVlPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/b9XcdCsyF0E/s72-c/amizade_4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004246901666720389.post-4691337251605937020</id><published>2007-06-29T00:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T00:07:02.345Z</updated><title type='text'>Leva-me contigo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mq6c7wlnt8c/RoRGIsYVlOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/zPG6j2I893g/s1600-h/cais.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081263394746897634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mq6c7wlnt8c/RoRGIsYVlOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/zPG6j2I893g/s320/cais.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Olho para tudo e tudo me faz chorar&lt;br /&gt;Deixas-me muda ja não posso mais falar&lt;br /&gt;Sei que estás confusa mas isso é normal&lt;br /&gt;Para mim és uma musa, alguém muito especial&lt;br /&gt;Já não te falo contigo há um dia, para mim pareceu-me um mês&lt;br /&gt;Já te disse o que sentia, agora é a tua vez&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me voar, quero sair daqui, quero estar noutro lugar&lt;br /&gt;Quero ter-te sempre aqui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em ti estou segura, onde daqui nao vou sair&lt;br /&gt;Nem que atravesse o muro com o risco de cair&lt;br /&gt;Não me largues mais, eu não te quero perder&lt;br /&gt;Tens de voltar ao cais, que eu sem ti não sei viver&lt;br /&gt;Já senti a planitude, não importa o que tinha feito&lt;br /&gt;Eras a minha virtude, nunca foste o meu defeito&lt;br /&gt;Digo-te o que sinto não pareces entender&lt;br /&gt;É verdade eu não minto, tenho mesmo que te dizer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acabaram-se as palavras que saiam de ti&lt;br /&gt;Estivesses onde estavas eu sentia-te em mim&lt;br /&gt;Abraça-me uma vez e outra a seguir&lt;br /&gt;Abraços ja são três, já te estou a sentir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenta perceber, não te sintas mal&lt;br /&gt;Tenho que dizer que tudo em ti é especial&lt;br /&gt;Uma página rasgada e arrancada pelo vento&lt;br /&gt;Não penso em mais nada, não me sais do pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Estás em todo lado, nas paredes e no mar&lt;br /&gt;Não quero ficar parada, não te quero largar&lt;br /&gt;Passa a noite e o dia, sem que os sinta passar&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que eu queria, era o tempo a parar... "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Desconhecido)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje nasce aqui um novo espaço... Um espaço de profunda amizade e carinho. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somos duas amigas que a blogosfera juntou, e que foi crescendo na partilha, na sinceridade e cumplicidade. O tempo foi amadurecendo esta amizade e assim se criaram... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)"&gt;Laços que perduram! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)"&gt;Patrícia e Cátia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/5004246901666720389-4691337251605937020?l=lacosqueperduram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lacosqueperduram.blogspot.com/feeds/4691337251605937020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004246901666720389&amp;postID=4691337251605937020' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004246901666720389/posts/default/4691337251605937020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004246901666720389/posts/default/4691337251605937020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lacosqueperduram.blogspot.com/2007/06/leva-me-contigo.html' title='Leva-me contigo...'/><author><name>Laços</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12813523595897980390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_id0g1mGHIec/Rcps6NdpuAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/F_zl2jMiuo8/s400/beb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mq6c7wlnt8c/RoRGIsYVlOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/zPG6j2I893g/s72-c/cais.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry></feed>
