<?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-5481557346125119409</id><updated>2011-10-10T19:09:49.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Strings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-3773943761826361210</id><published>2011-06-03T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T03:03:23.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trinta. Maio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;' Fazem parte de alguns dias do teu ano, neles acabas por aprender,&lt;br /&gt;muita coisa que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;se calhar&lt;/span&gt;, não queres saber,&lt;br /&gt;são as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;incógnitas&lt;/span&gt;, os conflitos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;psicológicos&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;São desilusões a mais no espaço de poucas boas surpresas. São &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;peanuts&lt;/span&gt; na tua vida inteira, mas que mesmo assim não encontras explicação, coisas que quanto mais esperas por elas, mais te dói o rabo... de estares sentada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como ouvi dizer : ' O que não nos mata, só nos torna mais fortes ' , e assim é, porque certamente não é por essas coisas que vou cair !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         As desilusões só nos derrotam para podermos dar valor ás boas surpresas e não torná-las banais. Foi isso que me deu um sorriso estes dias, que me fez crescer e também perceber , que sim, que afinal há coisas boas. E a elas agradeço por me terem mantido de pé, nesse dia ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Levo lá a minha memória por instantes, isso põe-me um sorriso na cara, vejo quem teve, e quem não. Lembro-me dos beijinhos que gastei, e das coisas boas que ouvi... E quero esquecer das garrafas que quase parti, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;também&lt;/span&gt; do que bebi e principalmente do que mais uma vez chorei por ti. Mas tenho é que sorrir por mais um ano, e tu ainda estás aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Dezanove.Dois mil e onze.&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/5481557346125119409-3773943761826361210?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/3773943761826361210/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2011/06/trinta-maio.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/3773943761826361210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/3773943761826361210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2011/06/trinta-maio.html' title='Trinta. Maio'/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-2245418293398763815</id><published>2011-06-03T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T02:57:03.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>' Sky is the limit !</title><content type='html'>' É qualquer coisa nesse olhar, que pelos vistos só eu percebo. Não precisas de preocupar, porque eu vou estar sempre aqui, contigo. Mesmo que nem sempre pareça !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Queres me dar a mão, me agarrar , para me mostrares que estás aqui , mas não precisas, eu sei... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu também olho para o céu muitas vezes a pedir mais, mesmo que não precise, mesmo que tenha tudo, mesmo que te tenha a ti , ainda, assim continuo a olhar e a dizer para mim que está tudo bem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gostava que pudesses dizer como estás, só para uma vez te conseguir dizer que eu vou continuar aqui; Que bem lá de cima vem uma força &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sobrenatural&lt;/span&gt;, entre as nuvens e a lua, e só elas sabem como nós Estamos ! Mesmo assim vamos estar aqui para repetir mais um dia ;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Estás comigo e por isso, só olho para o céu para me confortar porque há &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alguém&lt;/span&gt; que compreende, e isso está escrito na luz das estrelas, no teu olhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Vou fazer tudo, até que o tempo acabe, que o céu vire guerra de estrelas , não tens de te preocupar, vou estar aqui, porque sei que a seguir a hoje, não necessito de encontrar a resposta nas estrelas , não vou ficar a espera... És a minha resposta !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481557346125119409-2245418293398763815?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/2245418293398763815/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2011/06/sky-is-limit.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/2245418293398763815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/2245418293398763815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2011/06/sky-is-limit.html' title='&apos; Sky is the limit !'/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-7775432572282105419</id><published>2011-03-23T09:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T09:55:19.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>' Força de onde muitas vezes não existe</title><content type='html'>Há uns tempos atrás ouvi dizer : " &lt;em&gt;Não é nenhum bicho de 7 cabeças ...&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Agora verbalizo :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;' Não não é.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É só um momento mais frágil,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que até nós, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;OS FORTES&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;temos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Seja porque motivos forem, porque cada um tem os seus,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Temos simplesmente que saber que é só mais uma fase a superar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Com ou sem ajuda, com ou sem vontade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A única regra deste jogo é : Não parar.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E aqui, não há equipas, é por ti! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ou derrubas os obstáculos, ou ficas para trás, e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;encontrar te&lt;/span&gt;-ás desamparado,sozinho,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E isso é a única coisa que não pode acontecer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Porque o anjinho que continua sempre no teu ombro, Não o permitirá!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Porque nós,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OS FORTES,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;também&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;caímos&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas precisamente por termos este nome,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sabemos que ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mais uma vez,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nos vamos levantar ! &lt;/em&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/5481557346125119409-7775432572282105419?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/7775432572282105419/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2011/03/forca-de-onde-muitas-vezes-nao-existe.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/7775432572282105419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/7775432572282105419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2011/03/forca-de-onde-muitas-vezes-nao-existe.html' title='&apos; Força de onde muitas vezes não existe'/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-5311532728002577485</id><published>2011-03-23T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T09:48:53.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>' Faz porque queres e sentes.</title><content type='html'>Vives em função de quê ou de quem?&lt;br /&gt;Se isso é verdade,&lt;br /&gt;Se é o teu dia-a-dia&lt;br /&gt;Acabas por não ser ninguém...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É caso para se dizer :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Faz porque queres e sentes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não porque deves e tens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Se este jogo não é por ti,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É porque, Simplesmente mentes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e não entendes :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Que voz é essa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;que anda na tua cabeça,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;A bater nas paredes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Querendo que sejas tu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;E que deixes para trás,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;todas aquelas que só fazem ' muuu .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sei que és pura,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;mas tens que acabar com esses bloqueios cerebrais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Se sabes que no final&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;És tu que tens o coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;a bater a mil,e &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Os olhos sem vontade de estarem abertos, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Parecendo torneiras,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Por mais , que de novo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tenhas sido tu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A meter água.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tudo isto porque quero que penses mais em ti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que aproveites o momento,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que esqueças o resto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que acordes de manhã e penses que valeu a pena,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Porque te fez feliz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A ti. Não aos outros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que antes de acordares,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que te deites com um sorriso na cara,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Como se de uma grande bebedeira se tratasse ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não! Nada disso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Como se de uma felicidade vinda de outro mundo se tratasse,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E sem pensares que amanhã será outro dia ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E haverá consequências ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carpe Diem. Sê Feliz&lt;/em&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/5481557346125119409-5311532728002577485?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/5311532728002577485/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2011/03/faz-porque-queres-e-sentes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/5311532728002577485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/5311532728002577485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2011/03/faz-porque-queres-e-sentes.html' title='&apos; Faz porque queres e sentes.'/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-3393505660797278010</id><published>2011-01-10T15:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T15:09:25.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dez.janeiro.dois mil e onze</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Um dia..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tão especial&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e tão...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tão...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Que me leva de novo as passadas, crises de identidade .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sei quem tenho, o que tenho ... não o que quero ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Chego de novo a sonhar com o bom que alguém por ai deve ter ... E muitas vezes não dá valor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sonho também com o que poderia, ter ou ser ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mas caiu na realidade . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E, é o que é. Vale o que vale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tento ganhar a força&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que mais uma vez preciso,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e muitos me dão..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tento deixar para trás...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tudo o que é contrario a isso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Valorizo quem tenho, e o que tenho ... não o que quero ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sonho com o possível, esqueço o impossível ... E dou valor ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Acordo com o que é, com o que tenho, e o que sou ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;É o meu dia. A minha realidade.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E, é nela que vou ser feliz ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S :&lt;/em&gt; Parabéns meu anjo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;És tu que me dás essa força.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Amo-tee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481557346125119409-3393505660797278010?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/3393505660797278010/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2011/01/dezjaneirodois-mil-e-onze.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/3393505660797278010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/3393505660797278010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2011/01/dezjaneirodois-mil-e-onze.html' title='dez.janeiro.dois mil e onze'/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-3046779005009919741</id><published>2010-11-11T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T14:16:04.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resumo de outubro.</title><content type='html'>Mais uma vez, se falo, se choro, se grito , é por minha causa! Estou farta de ser boa pessoa demais, de cair em &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;embróglios&lt;/span&gt; quando já devia ter aprendido á primeira, ou segunda vez... mas não, e agora cai de vez, por culpa minha! E aí está, porque me 'queixo' se o problema está em mim?!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Como consigo dar tudo, e receber pouco, ou nada, ou ainda porrada? Não me quero 'revoltar', mas ainda assim não vou conseguir resposta para tudo isto, ou será que já desde o inicio é um simples jogo a pares no qual me deparo a jogar sozinha ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                     Estiquei a mão quando podia e quando não podia, e mesmo assim dei o braço... Para quê?! Para por vezes ainda ter de me calar e perder a razão, só para &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ninguém&lt;/span&gt; sair magoado...E no final, sem me aperceber (ou melhor, isso não é bem assim) , perdi este jogo, sem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ninguém&lt;/span&gt; me avisar... Podem rir, é verdade, mais uma vez fui a idiota que andou a tropeçar em mim mesma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Eu podia não ter mais nada, mas por momentos deram-me a confiança , a segurança, o abrigo que nunca tive, e sempre precisei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E agora acordo, ainda neste mundo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sem uma peça de roupa, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sem quatro paredes para me sentir &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;confortável&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;acordei no meio do nada e do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ninguém&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sem nada.Sem nada!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A não ser a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;desnecessária&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lágrima&lt;/span&gt; que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; para de me sair do canto do olho...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481557346125119409-3046779005009919741?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/3046779005009919741/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2010/11/resumo-de-outubro.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/3046779005009919741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/3046779005009919741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2010/11/resumo-de-outubro.html' title='Resumo de outubro.'/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-4863030274901615554</id><published>2010-10-10T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T15:53:54.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10.10.2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's a new day...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's a new life ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's the end of the road.&lt;/em&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/5481557346125119409-4863030274901615554?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/4863030274901615554/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2010/10/10102010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/4863030274901615554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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voltas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;como que os pensamentos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que vão surgindo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A brisa que vem da janela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e bate no meu cansaço,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;faz a parte de mim, que está acordada,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pensar em tudo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;em tudo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que faz a cama girar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ARiT3R63U0I?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param 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Mas não me venham dizer para não amuar que não tenho razão, não .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Estou tão negra de levar pancada, mas isso não é o pior, mas sim o que se sente por dentro e não se vê por fora... Que feitio é este, que sou sempre atenciosa demais com quem precisa, e no momento a seguir, pareço-me com um saco de boxe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Mais uma vez, já passou, só tenho pena é que isso afecte o momento, a disposição, afecte o simples factos de estar bem com as pessoas de quem realmente gosto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Juro que ainda não percebi bem o que se passou, estes dias ao ponto de me fazer desistir de coisas que tinha planeadas ou de ver uma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;única&lt;/span&gt; coisa a minha frente, e essa sim merece a devida &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;importância&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O que se passa mesmo ?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Não entendo, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;apetece&lt;/span&gt; sair, porque hoje não há uma razão , mas há sempre , porque não hoje ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quero-me entender depressa, porque sei que não posso estar assim ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481557346125119409-8509816005222872124?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/8509816005222872124/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2010/07/e-desta-han.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/8509816005222872124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/8509816005222872124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2010/07/e-desta-han.html' title='E desta, hãn ?'/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-3961277930427637662</id><published>2010-07-19T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T12:13:56.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>" É um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;distúrbio&lt;/span&gt; neurológico &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hereditário&lt;/span&gt; . É tão raro que possui uma prevalência de 3 a 7 casos em 100 mil habitantes. Tem o segundo nome de George, que a descreveu em 1872, e chama-se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Huntigton&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;     Tinha eu 1 ano quando descobriram a causa da sua &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;existência&lt;/span&gt; . Ela leva a movimentos anormais e falta de coordenação , afecta &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;também&lt;/span&gt; varias habilidades mentais e alguns aspectos de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;personalidade&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não se cura. É &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;genética&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;     Afecta o sistema nervoso, ao ponto de provocar movimentos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;involuntários&lt;/span&gt; nas pernas, nos braços e no rosto. Esses movimentos são &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;rápidos&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;involutários&lt;/span&gt; e bruscos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;    É &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hereditária&lt;/span&gt;. Dai o filho ter 50 % de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;hipóteses&lt;/span&gt; da possuir ; manifesta-se por volta dos 30 - 50 anos , lentamente provocando uma degeneração progressiva do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;cérebro&lt;/span&gt; .  Na fase final as condições do paciente são tais que nem vale a pena escrever mais nada.   "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Pois, não leves o teu futuro baseado em nada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Não vais a lado nenhum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;A verdade é que não vais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Afasta esse medo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Para que não ganhes uma depressão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;" Depressão : não é fraqueza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;é sinal que tentaste ser forte demais durante demasiado tempo " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481557346125119409-3961277930427637662?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/3961277930427637662/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2010/07/e-um-disturbio-neurologico-hereditario.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/3961277930427637662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/3961277930427637662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2010/07/e-um-disturbio-neurologico-hereditario.html' title=''/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-3009177105999360935</id><published>2010-06-27T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T12:42:05.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamentos Soltos..</title><content type='html'>Será que dá para seguir, assim, em frente se a cada passo que dou &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;subo&lt;/span&gt; apenas 1 ou 2 degraus ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ninguém&lt;/span&gt; me disse que a escadaria da vida era fácil,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;também&lt;/span&gt; não sou eu que a torno &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;difícil&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mas mesmo assim, não queria estar assim, neste lugar, não queria ver-te a assim, a tropeçar !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Julgam-te diferente, mas para mim continuas a ser a melhor, nem nunca duvidei disso... Mas se " tu és a diferença, eu quero ser a semelhança" ... Verdadeiramente não o quero, mas o que tiver que ser, será! Não é por isso que deixarei de ser a Importância que sou... Ou &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;se calhar&lt;/span&gt; deixarei...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;' Esta incerteza, de eu ser o presente e tu o futuro, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;faz-me pensar com a cabeça , antes de falar com o coração...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mas aqui estamos, e estaremos, por algum tempo, que seja pouco ou muito, me deixa feliz , por desta vez conseguir olhar á minha volta e ver que sim que sou Importância.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481557346125119409-3009177105999360935?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/3009177105999360935/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2010/06/pensamentos-soltos.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/3009177105999360935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/3009177105999360935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2010/06/pensamentos-soltos.html' title='Pensamentos Soltos..'/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-7606246417137866294</id><published>2010-06-20T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T09:52:29.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Como não costumo faltar ao &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prometido...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Quero agradecer, a todos os comentários, que até agora não o tinha feito, sem excepções. Sejam eles grandes ou pequenos, construtivos ou destrutivos... São todos bastante importantes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Deixo,então aqui um videozinho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HSIugDqPfvk&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HSIugDqPfvk&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O prometido é devido...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481557346125119409-7606246417137866294?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/7606246417137866294/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2010/06/como-nao-costumo-faltar-ao-prometido.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/7606246417137866294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/7606246417137866294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2010/06/como-nao-costumo-faltar-ao-prometido.html' title=''/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-7962390892309149379</id><published>2010-05-27T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T09:25:31.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sou apenas diferente.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t3jbyLieZ6w&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t3jbyLieZ6w&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Só achei piada , a comunidade da letra , com a vida..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Fiz a escolha certa ou a escolha errada, quis fazer de conta que nunca errei..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quando cai sempre me levantei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&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/5481557346125119409-7962390892309149379?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/7962390892309149379/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2010/05/sou-apenas-diferente.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/7962390892309149379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/7962390892309149379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2010/05/sou-apenas-diferente.html' title='Sou apenas diferente.'/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-6000120831118270800</id><published>2010-05-25T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T14:41:39.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dezassete - Dezoito</title><content type='html'>Esta quase entrada na maioridade, está a mexer demais comigo, e isto não é bom. Não estou ansiosa por ver todos á minha volta a dizer &lt;em&gt;"Já podes ir para a prisão ; Já podes tirar a carta ; Até já podes comprar tabaco.."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;NÃOO&lt;/span&gt;! Antes fosse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em 5 dias que faltam, não estou a ver as coisas boas dessa 'maioridade', estou apenas a tomar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;consciência&lt;/span&gt; que agora é por mim, estou a ver também que tenho que dar um rumo a esta vida, e não quero, quero simplesmente continuar neste ' deixa-te andar ' !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Há um tempo atrás queixava-me que era isto que queria,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mas pensando bem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dezoito &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- É a entrada na &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;consciência&lt;/span&gt;, e é o que não quero. É tirar as duvidas de um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;possível&lt;/span&gt; terramoto na minha vida, mas mesmo que saiba que ele vai existir/ou não, de que vale construir os alicerces da minha casa ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Mas é isso, por mais que não queira me largar de coisas destes &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dezassete&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;como a escola e também algumas irresponsabilidades,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; me posso prender a este Presente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;por mais que me digam para não me agarrar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ao Terramoto do Futuro.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Quero/Vou apenas meter na cabeça que nada vai mudar, tudo se vai transformar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Só faz falta quem fica ! "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481557346125119409-6000120831118270800?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/6000120831118270800/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2010/05/dezassete-dezoito.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/6000120831118270800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/6000120831118270800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2010/05/dezassete-dezoito.html' title='Dezassete - Dezoito'/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-434713936814252900</id><published>2010-04-20T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T14:35:29.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nem feicho, nem feixo. Fecho mais uma porta.</title><content type='html'>Estou / Estive a desfolhar ou a florescer, como lhe queiras chamas... Fez-me bem, mas não sou assim. Gostava / Não quero que volte a acontecer, não quero que um dia todo o mundo possa argumentar as minhas indirectas ( que são simplesmente uma forma de segurança de mim / da minha vida ) .&lt;br /&gt;          Não consigo pensar noutra coisa, mas é só porque tento arranjar uma razão que me tenha levado a abrir o " &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;feicho&lt;/span&gt; ou &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;feixo&lt;/span&gt; " .&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Secalhar&lt;/span&gt; foi por isso não acontecer a algum tempo, por ter perdido grandes amigos e ganho pequenos, que me soubera tão bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; É verdade, até me saiu um peso de cima, mas agora &lt;em&gt;mais que nunca&lt;/em&gt;, sempre que me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aqui estou, sozinha, ele me entra pelas vielas das janelas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Mas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;também&lt;/span&gt;, me fez ajudar a pensar que agora,&lt;em&gt;mais que nunca,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;vou conseguir, ou pelo menos tentar, dar a volta por cima&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(aliás como sempre, "passar por cima dos obstáculos e sair vitoriosa ")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;mas desta vez, sem nada, completamente sóbria, e sem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;"deitar a minha vida pelo cano abaixo";&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;É desta! É desta, quero ganhar, mas sem passar por cima, esquecendo. E pensando que talvez um dia tudo se resolve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chega de um dia..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A partir de agora...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ou é..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ou não é!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&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/5481557346125119409-434713936814252900?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/434713936814252900/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2010/04/nem-feicho-nem-feixo-fecho-mais-uma.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/434713936814252900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/434713936814252900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2010/04/nem-feicho-nem-feixo-fecho-mais-uma.html' title='Nem feicho, nem feixo. Fecho mais uma porta.'/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-486975469852385001</id><published>2010-04-05T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T12:24:16.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fading...</title><content type='html'>Com esta imagem já criada, pensasse que as coisas nem sempre são como as vemos. É, nem mesmo esta imagem.&lt;br /&gt;       É mesmo verdade, não há assim tanta &lt;em&gt;Força &lt;/em&gt;para passar por cima do que quer que seja, não há assim tanta &lt;em&gt;vontade &lt;/em&gt;ou &lt;em&gt;disposição, &lt;/em&gt;nem existe assim tanta &lt;em&gt;coragem&lt;/em&gt; como se vê.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Nem tudo o que vemos, É ! "   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;pois e é .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;       Até nem desgosto desta imagem, se assim o é, é porque as coisas não são como têm de ser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Todos esses sentimentos que são demonstrados,secalhar não existem, nem por instantes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A toda esta imagem falta um pouco mais dessa tal &lt;em&gt;sensibilidade &lt;/em&gt;ou até &lt;em&gt;fraqueza, &lt;/em&gt;mas isso são coisas desnecessárias,enquanto me passeio por aí não me fazem alguma falta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Mas porque quando me faço companhia,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a mim mesma, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;isso tudo me bate a porta ? "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Não sei, mas o que faz mesmo falta é a dita &lt;em&gt;força, vontade,a boa disposição&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;e até mesmo a &lt;em&gt;coragem.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Faz falta por Dentro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Não por Fora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481557346125119409-486975469852385001?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/486975469852385001/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2010/04/fading.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/486975469852385001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/486975469852385001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2010/04/fading.html' title='Fading...'/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-2863092352081462579</id><published>2010-03-18T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T11:55:07.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Afinal tenho Consciência.</title><content type='html'>Acho que mais uma vez a palavra que me ocorre é, Estranho. Acho , até, que nunca me tinha acontecido, ou melhor... Nunca me tinha acontecido com uma pessoa que não conheço assim tão bem, mas também não é daquelas pessoas do ' Bom Dia ; Boa Tarde '.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           E sim, fiquei com o peso na consciência, e não me apercebo porquê. Ou melhor percebo. Mas se é 'uma pessoa que não conheço assim tão bem', porque faria diferença. Porque Faz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Por nada mais, pelo simples facto de não ser assim, não ter atitudes más com as pessoas, salvo raras excepções. É, sempre tive na minha cabeça, que os outros não têm que levar com os meus problemas, ou simplesmente com a minha má disposição. Mas acontece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Mas não quero que aconteça. É só mais uma má fase. Se quero descarregar, é para isso que tenho o Blog. Ou o saco de boxe no quarto. Mentira. Mas era bom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481557346125119409-2863092352081462579?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/2863092352081462579/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2010/03/afinal-tenho-consciencia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/2863092352081462579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/2863092352081462579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2010/03/afinal-tenho-consciencia.html' title='Afinal tenho Consciência.'/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-7485600297974033292</id><published>2010-03-08T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T11:08:06.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>É o suficiente!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;' Vi no aeroporto, uma mãe com a sua filha despedindo-se...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anunciaram a partida, elas abraçaram-se e disse a mãe :  &lt;em&gt;" Eu amo-te filha. Desejo-te o Suficiente." . &lt;/em&gt;E a filha respondeu : &lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Mãe as nossas vidas juntas, têm sido mais que o Suficiente. O teu amor é tudo o que sempre precisei, e também te desejo o suficiente. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abraçaram-se novamente, e a filha partiu...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A mãe seguiu em minha &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;direcção&lt;/span&gt;, e encostou-se a parede, a meu lado. Consegui ver que ela queria, e precisava de chorar. Tentei não me intrometer, mas ela olhando-me nos olhos perguntou-me : &lt;em&gt;" Você já se despediu de alguém sabendo que era para sempre ? "&lt;/em&gt;. Já - respondi. Minha senhora, mas porque foi para sempre ?.. &lt;em&gt;" Estou velha e ela vive tão longe daqui. Tenho desafios á minha frente, e a verdade é que a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;próxima&lt;/span&gt; viagem dela para cá será no meu funeral "&lt;/em&gt; - Respondeu-me ela.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sem alguma resposta possível, perguntei : &lt;em&gt;" Quando se estavam a despedir, ouvi-a dizer - Desejo-te o suficiente - posso saber o que significa ? "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ela começou a sorrir. &lt;em&gt;"É um desejo que tem sido passado de geração em geração na minha &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;família&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando dizemos "Desejo-te o suficiente", estamos a desejar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;uma vida cheia de coisas boas o suficiente para que a pessoa se ampare nelas&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Então virou-se para mim, e disse, como estivesse recitando:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desejo-lhe sol,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;o suficiente para que continue a ter &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;essa atitude radiante.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desejo-lhe chuva,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;o Suficiente para que possa apreciar mais o sol. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desejo-lhe felicidade,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt; o Suficiente para que mantenha o seu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;espírito&lt;/span&gt; alegre.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desejo-lhe dor,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt; o Suficiente para que as menores alegrias na vida pareçam &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;muito maiores&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Desejo-lhe que ganhe,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt; o Suficiente para satisfazer os seus desejos materiais.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desejo-lhe perda,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt; o Suficiente para apreciar tudo que possui.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desejo-lhe "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;olás&lt;/span&gt;" em número,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Suficiente para que chegue ao adeus final.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela começou a soluçar, e foi embora...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dizem que se demora um minuto para encontrar uma pessoa especial, uma hora para apreciá-la, um dia para amá-la... Mas é preciso uma vida inteira para esquecê-la !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&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/5481557346125119409-7485600297974033292?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/7485600297974033292/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2010/03/e-o-suficiente.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/7485600297974033292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/7485600297974033292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2010/03/e-o-suficiente.html' title='É o suficiente!'/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-2075066956692855259</id><published>2010-02-24T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T14:12:55.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Palavras para quê ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/S4WkFgYNs0I/AAAAAAAAAGo/SscYIpyb0NE/s1600-h/20022010039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441936139244909378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/S4WkFgYNs0I/AAAAAAAAAGo/SscYIpyb0NE/s400/20022010039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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="center"&gt;Igual, mas diferente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saudades, é a palavra que me ocorre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Igual, no que se vê.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Diferente no que se sente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481557346125119409-2075066956692855259?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/2075066956692855259/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2010/02/palavras-para-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/2075066956692855259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/2075066956692855259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2010/02/palavras-para-que.html' title='Palavras para quê ?'/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/S4WkFgYNs0I/AAAAAAAAAGo/SscYIpyb0NE/s72-c/20022010039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-3532899237405089398</id><published>2010-02-23T14:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T14:42:32.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carnavaliiiuuu</title><content type='html'>Passada esta tradicional época, que é o &lt;em&gt;Carnaval&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;caracterizada&lt;/span&gt; pela farsa, a máscara, época esta de exageros e poucas horas de sono, tudo regressa ao que sempre foi ; As aulas, as saídas (que quase que eram para ser só aos fins de semana), as pessoas,..Tudo regressa como era, ou como nada se tivesse passado, ficam para ser recordados, apenas, pequenos momentos de risada, Pequenos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me podendo queixar, não só por ter memória de galinha, mas não me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;esquecendo&lt;/span&gt; do que realmente é importante, até correu bem, dentro das coisas más.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como dizia há um tempo atrás, &lt;em&gt;Soube bem. Soube tão bem..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Andando-me a passear por aí, mascarada de mim, mas como &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;espírito&lt;/span&gt; de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hippie&lt;/span&gt;, caiu-me uma pedra em cima. Choveu um abraço, que por momentos foi das melhores coisas que senti até hoje; mas nos instantes seguintes e como de costumo ( como reza a lenda ) , caí em mim, e penso em viver um aglomerado e deixar-me de instantes e momentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Deixar-me disto, deixar de pensar de mais, porque o que aconteceu passou,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;e se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ninguém&lt;/span&gt; se lembra e nem sequer quer resolver,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quem sou eu?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Estou cansada de ser pequena, de ser eu a ficar mal,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;para querer que as coisas fiquem bem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Mas é isto, acabou o Carnaval, tira-mos as máscaras,&lt;br /&gt;(que ás vezes temos o ano inteiro)&lt;br /&gt;guardamos-as no armário,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;e até para o ano, há mais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481557346125119409-3532899237405089398?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/3532899237405089398/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2010/02/carnavaliiiuuu.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/3532899237405089398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/3532899237405089398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2010/02/carnavaliiiuuu.html' title='Carnavaliiiuuu'/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-7686849843088966552</id><published>2010-02-17T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T14:44:16.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Deep inside,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;You cry cry cry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/S3xvpn-cK8I/AAAAAAAAAGY/vqwjTgpgw5E/s1600-h/moby.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439345210852912066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/S3xvpn-cK8I/AAAAAAAAAGY/vqwjTgpgw5E/s320/moby.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/S3xwEvkMYNI/AAAAAAAAAGg/RIuWaymi9wo/s1600-h/Img028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439345676746776786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/S3xwEvkMYNI/AAAAAAAAAGg/RIuWaymi9wo/s320/Img028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/S3xwEvkMYNI/AAAAAAAAAGg/RIuWaymi9wo/s1600-h/Img028.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/S3xwEvkMYNI/AAAAAAAAAGg/RIuWaymi9wo/s1600-h/Img028.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Don't let your hopes, die die die...&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/5481557346125119409-7686849843088966552?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/7686849843088966552/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2010/02/deep-inside-you-cry-cry-cry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/7686849843088966552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/7686849843088966552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2010/02/deep-inside-you-cry-cry-cry.html' title=''/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/S3xvpn-cK8I/AAAAAAAAAGY/vqwjTgpgw5E/s72-c/moby.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-5597569964058512265</id><published>2010-02-03T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T11:10:21.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>É, não está nítido ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/S2nKC8BTnsI/AAAAAAAAAGI/j8egeDHJInk/s1600-h/20673_259588336792_549976792_3807864_3686469_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434096577219370690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/S2nKC8BTnsI/AAAAAAAAAGI/j8egeDHJInk/s320/20673_259588336792_549976792_3807864_3686469_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É este tempo vazio, que me deixa assim, nesta monotonia onde estão os problemas que ás vezes não existem. Mas será esse o problema? Eu pensar de mais.. ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não é!Mas como se costuma dizer,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"só sabe, quem por isso passa."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Em contra partida há também o " as coisas só acontecem aos outros ", que realmente, não é verdade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sabes, acho que nunca me senti assim...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Irrita-me, sempre tive este problema e cada vez mais ele vem ao de cima; quer dizer, não me irrita, deixa-me ainda mais triste. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Gostava que as coisas só acontecessem aos outros..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Preciso dela.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;É por isto. É por isto que dou valor a TUDO que me aparece á frente, é por isto que aproveito tudo o que ganho, porque sei bem o que é perder...e não é nada bom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quero saber o que se passa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Parece que de um momento para o outro,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tudo vai parar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque não tenho a coisa + importante&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;da minha vida, mas também,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;NUNCA TIVE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mesmo com a lágrima&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sempre no canto do olho...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;TENS QUE REAGIR!!!!&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/5481557346125119409-5597569964058512265?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/5597569964058512265/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2010/02/e-nao-esta-nitido.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/5597569964058512265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/5597569964058512265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2010/02/e-nao-esta-nitido.html' title='É, não está nítido ...'/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/S2nKC8BTnsI/AAAAAAAAAGI/j8egeDHJInk/s72-c/20673_259588336792_549976792_3807864_3686469_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-8504279707884091491</id><published>2010-01-26T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T13:00:46.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisas? Fartaaaa</title><content type='html'>Andei estes dias todos sem fazer nada, ou ' pão ' como costumo dizer, mas mesmo assim, tentei encontrar " uma coisa boa que me fizesse escrever , pois escrever porque sim, não dá resultado " , em tantos dias a pensar, não encontrei nem um. Mas falando em coisas boas, há 3 ou 4 que de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;repente&lt;/span&gt; me vêm á cabeça, mesmo não me fazendo escrever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas mesmo assim, e como sempre o que me tira as palavras da cabeça, nem sempre são coisas boas, e eu penso demasiado nas coisas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; é?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Então , imaginem agora com tanto tempo livre...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hoje não sei o que se passa,sei simplesmente que não quero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pensar mais , por isso não vou escrever mais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coisas,coisas,coisas..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Palavra que tanto repetes..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E tanto te põe a pensar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E porquê?!&lt;/em&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/5481557346125119409-8504279707884091491?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/8504279707884091491/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2010/01/coisas-fartaaaa.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/8504279707884091491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/8504279707884091491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2010/01/coisas-fartaaaa.html' title='Coisas? Fartaaaa'/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-4612969827494427197</id><published>2010-01-16T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T17:13:37.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diário de Bordo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/S1JiyZlVY8I/AAAAAAAAAGA/_6AtzWu-zc0/s1600-h/sudoeste.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427509118935327682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/S1JiyZlVY8I/AAAAAAAAAGA/_6AtzWu-zc0/s320/sudoeste.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lá recuperácion! deu nisto :&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ver clássicos, rir , e mais rir... " Desculpa não me queria rir... " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Deu para lembrar coisas que nunca mais lembraria, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;e para lembrar o que gostava de esquecer. Ou não.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Foram as festas na quinta, os grupos de amigos, ou mesmo as festas nas Sociedades. Foram as arruaças,e os amigos.  Amigos, não isso faz parte do 'lembrar o que gostava de esquecer' ; mas esquece já passou , passa a frente.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Por aqui recorda-se também as músicas que se ouviam á uns anos atrás, mas também os clássicos que ficaram para sempre.. " Superior ".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;E pronto vou continuar nesta recuperácion..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481557346125119409-4612969827494427197?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/4612969827494427197/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2010/01/diario-de-bordo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/4612969827494427197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/4612969827494427197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2010/01/diario-de-bordo.html' title='Diário de Bordo...'/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/S1JiyZlVY8I/AAAAAAAAAGA/_6AtzWu-zc0/s72-c/sudoeste.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-2423153518008460089</id><published>2010-01-06T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T11:38:30.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Segue o que sentes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Irritam-te, Chateiam-te, Mandam-te a baixo...     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E tu ainda Sorris ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;És boa pessoa, mas queres mais e melhor; Queres mudar e não sabes o quê, mas sentes que há algo a mudar... : « E há, mas o quê ?! »&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Stressas e não sabes porquê, mas + uma vez, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;simplesmente olhas para a frente e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Sorris.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Voltas a pensar que há algo a mudar, nem que seja só deixar de Sorrir...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Estás cansada de sorrir e rir, enquanto que o que precisavas era de chamar o 112, e segues em frente, pois achas que és superior a Tudo e simplesmente deixas andar, como costumas dizer : «Está tudo bem, há-de passar ... » &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NÃOOO! uma vez na vida pensa em ti e na tua felicidade,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não nos outros e no seu contentamento.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lá no fundo, no fundo (e porque me meteram isso na cabeça ) tu sabes que mereces, porque és alguém e não uma coisa que põe os outros a rir o dia inteiro..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque não desta vez seres tu a sorrir ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Irritam-te, Chateiam-te, Mandam-te a baixo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Vira as costas e segue o teu caminho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481557346125119409-2423153518008460089?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/2423153518008460089/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2010/01/segue-o-que-sentes.html#comment-form' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/2423153518008460089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/2423153518008460089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2010/01/segue-o-que-sentes.html' title='Segue o que sentes'/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-2303935380660846530</id><published>2010-01-03T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T14:56:04.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 ? 2010 ?</title><content type='html'>E mais uma vez, começou mais um ano... Com este novo ano, e como sempre, vêm os resumos do ano anterior, vem o que foi bom/mau, o que irá ser melhor e o que será pior...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Se é 'Ano Novo, Vida Nova' , e se já comecei a vida de novo 17 vezes, porque nada mudou ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Resumos esses que tento perceber se são construtivos ou &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;destrutivos &lt;/span&gt;... Mas como há coisa que não me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;saem&lt;/span&gt; da cabeça, que me tentam ensinar, o Optimismo irá ganhar batalhas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sem mais argumentos , e com a cabeça vazia despeço-me daqui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481557346125119409-2303935380660846530?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/2303935380660846530/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2010/01/2009-2010.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/2303935380660846530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/2303935380660846530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2010/01/2009-2010.html' title='2009 ? 2010 ?'/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-8472654655188937203</id><published>2009-12-10T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T14:29:53.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what goes around, comes around..</title><content type='html'>Remexendo no passado,estando em &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sítios&lt;/span&gt; cujas recordações faço um esforço enorme para me lembrar, quero realmente perceber como me senti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi bom, estar ali sentada, passados 14 anos...trouxe-me uma saudade imensa, não só a vontade de voltar a pré-primária e ser uma simples ignorante na sociedade, mas de estar ali sentada.A comer aquele &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;croissant&lt;/span&gt; que ontem recordei. Mas , com as pessoas que me deram a conhecer esse sítio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          É engraçado, como me lembro de lá estar e pensar que lá voltaria, só nunca pensei que tudo fosse mudar. Agora que voltei, penso que aqueles lanches e pequenos-almoços com a minha mãe e o meu irmão foram das melhores coisas que me aconteceram na vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Como ouvi dizer, este fundo do baú está a vir ao de cima como &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;consequência&lt;/span&gt; da época &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;natalícia&lt;/span&gt;. Época esta que nem sequer quero fazer referencia, mas a quem a festeja, desejo Um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Óptimo&lt;/span&gt; Natal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;saudades disto e muito mais.&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/5481557346125119409-8472654655188937203?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/8472654655188937203/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-goes-around-comes-around.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/8472654655188937203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/8472654655188937203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-goes-around-comes-around.html' title='what goes around, comes around..'/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-3550195263854616763</id><published>2009-11-26T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T14:34:43.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ideologia do nada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por vezes é mesmo assim, não há outra solução; Dói muito dizer que sim, dói menos dizer que não...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ultimamente, na complexidade da mente, nenhuma ideia cresce, neste jardim encandescente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;É verdade, agora nunca tenho nada para escrever, não que isso seja obrigatório,mas algo se passa, algo mudou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ando de cabeça vazia, passeio-me por ai sem sequer uma opinião,um comentário na mente. Não sei se é por já ter escrito o que tinha a dizer e não querer pensar mais nisso, ou se é simplesmente porque desta os neurónios fritaram de vez ?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Por momentos, a minha mente abriu-se, mais uma vez "podia ser por uma coisa boa", mas não, é por aquele assunto que eu nem sequer queria tocar (apesar de se estar a aproximar), mas que alguém tocou.. O Natal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Quero fechar!Estou a fazer um enorme esforço para que mais uma vez, a minha cabeça fique vazia, absolutamente sem nada, se não for pedir muito, pode ficar com o simples ' Never say never dos The fray', que me está a entrar pelo ouvido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Já nem eu sei, o que se passa, no inicio estava ansiosa para que qualquer coisa me viesse a cabeça, e no momento a seguir, agora, quero que tudo o que aqui entrou, saia, desapareça. Só queria que pudesse aparecer uma nova ideia, uma coisa que me fizesse pensar e que de vez me dê um rumo, um objectivo, que me faça lutar por alguma coisa, e no fim ainda me possa dar um sorriso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Vou esperar com a ansiedade do momento, mas mesmo que essa coisa boa não apareça, eu aqui vou estar, para mais uma vez ultrapassar, tudo o que é mau.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Despeço-me assim, deste post e desta aula de materiais&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ao som do toque para o intervalo do meio dia.&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/5481557346125119409-3550195263854616763?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/3550195263854616763/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/11/ideologia-do-nada.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/3550195263854616763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/3550195263854616763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/11/ideologia-do-nada.html' title='Ideologia do nada'/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-3884824490522610339</id><published>2009-11-26T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T14:25:26.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disneylândia Social ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Este fim-de-semana deparei-me com mais um problema da sociedade actual... Mas quem é que não viu os filmes da &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Disney&lt;/span&gt;?! Pergunta á qual tive que responder : "Eu ! " .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não deixo de ser quem sou por isso, mas a verdade é que todos, quando são crianças, vêm os filmes da &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Disney&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Não compreendo porquê?! Mas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;também&lt;/span&gt; esses filmes nunca foram algo que fizesse parte da minha vida,... Menti! Até compreendo porquê, e a verdade é que não me sinto bem a pensar nisso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;quisesse&lt;/span&gt; ser &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;alguém&lt;/span&gt;, neste momento iria ao clube de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;vídeo&lt;/span&gt; alugar todos os filmes da &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Disney&lt;/span&gt;, mas não quero, sou o que sou e para o ser nunca precisei de ver &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;princesinhas&lt;/span&gt; e tapetes voadores, numa caixa quadrada á qual damos o nome de televisão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isto foi só mais um mero desabafo, sem conclusão,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sem sentido.&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/5481557346125119409-3884824490522610339?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/3884824490522610339/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/11/disneylandia-social.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/3884824490522610339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/3884824490522610339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/11/disneylandia-social.html' title='Disneylândia Social ?'/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-3734192821996662045</id><published>2009-11-10T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T10:09:36.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mero desabafo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Isto agora e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;post&lt;/span&gt;'s novos com mais frequência e porquê ?! Porque estou na clínica e vou para a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;psicóloga&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Coincidência&lt;/span&gt; das &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;coincidências&lt;/span&gt;, o que me traz aqui , ou melhor o que me leva a escrever isto, é de novo o mesmo assunto. Como é &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;óbvio&lt;/span&gt;, não irei falar mais sobre isso, porque desta vez, os neurónios chocaram mesmo,e... Foram-se! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(E também depois deste fim-de-semana era mesmo impossível estes dois neurónios terem uma conversa civilizada!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Neste momento, nada me aparece na cabeça, apenas sinto no corpo a ansiedade em entrar por esta porta e surpreender-me mais um bocado,da pessoa que sou.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;       Nunca tinha estado assim, ou pensar sequer o que isto era, mas há aqui algo de bom que está a querer florescer e fazer-me ainda mais forte. Preciso de saber rápido o que isso é, tenho esta necessidade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Quero deixar de me rebaixar, quero poder sair do buraco simplesmente, "&lt;em&gt;Porque eu quero&lt;/em&gt;!". Quero não "&lt;em&gt;Me por a jeito&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mas isto vale o que vale, e já esta a chegar a parte "não &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;necessária&lt;/span&gt;" , aquela em que "dás mais de ti, é teu e só a ti te diz respeito ".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481557346125119409-3734192821996662045?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/3734192821996662045/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/11/mero-desabafo.html#comment-form' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/3734192821996662045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/3734192821996662045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/11/mero-desabafo.html' title='Mero desabafo'/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-2938544690762490472</id><published>2009-11-03T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T14:33:18.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never say never...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cPUYl8Aom8Y&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cPUYl8Aom8Y&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&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/5481557346125119409-2938544690762490472?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/2938544690762490472/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/11/never-say-never.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/2938544690762490472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/2938544690762490472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/11/never-say-never.html' title='Never say never...'/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-1200371565963893083</id><published>2009-11-03T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T14:31:41.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Metes-te a jeito disso.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Este é só mais um daqueles assuntos que dá que pensar,mas que não dá que escrever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Como alguém diria "Simplesmente Cansei."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- Achas normal as pessoas não se fartarem de levar "pontapés no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cú&lt;/span&gt;" ?! Por favor, tomem consciência que vale a pena viver ; sem levar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;patadas&lt;/span&gt; dos amigos,e mesmo assim andar atrás deles a dar beijinhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-Não se deve dar tudo á espera de receber algo em troca ; Mas por amor da Santa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dar, dar, dar, e mais dar ; e levar facadas nas costas?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ahahah&lt;/span&gt;! Vira só mais uma página, um capítulo. A questão é que quero acabar o livro , a seu tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Há um tempo que ando neste impasse do "publico ou não publico".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É só + um desabafo,que seriamente me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;põe&lt;/span&gt; a pensar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Publico.&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/5481557346125119409-1200371565963893083?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/1200371565963893083/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/11/metes-te-jeito-disso.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/1200371565963893083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/1200371565963893083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/11/metes-te-jeito-disso.html' title='Metes-te a jeito disso.'/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-5872102185445110025</id><published>2009-10-26T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T15:10:14.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Compasso de espera,dá nisto.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0yNU4SmQcHo&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0yNU4SmQcHo&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ouvindo '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Heartless&lt;/span&gt; dos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Fray&lt;/span&gt;' e estando sentada na sala de espera da psicóloga,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mercês&lt;/span&gt; Pedroso está a pensar:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;- Em nada, mas esforçando um bocadinho o neurónio direito, vem me á cabeça que o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;FACEBOOK&lt;/span&gt; está a começar a comandar a vida das pessoas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Ou não, este foi só mais uma quebra de tensão do meu neurónio; que sentido faz o que ele pensou! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Neste momento o esquerdo começa a entrar em conflito no pensamento!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;- É verdade que o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; faz coisas boas, para além de matar o nosso tempo morto (podendo assim, usufruir de jogos, como o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Farmville&lt;/span&gt;), criar novas relações e ainda nos fazer rir da baboseira que algumas pessoas publicam (como um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;post&lt;/span&gt; que vi a um tempo que dizia : &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Mercês&lt;/span&gt; Gonçalves Pedroso e Carlos Miguel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Hipácio&lt;/span&gt; Gonçalves descobriram que as cabras cor-de-rosa da Serra de Sintra, que têm hastes, afinal não dão batido de morango... é verdade,elas dão gelado do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Santini&lt;/span&gt;... De Melão!) ; e pronto, depois disto tudo pensamos : O que é que nos ensina o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Foi uma boa inovação sem dúvida, mas a única coisa que teve de bom, foi o facto de dar oportunidade para voltar a falar com pessoas que já não me dava a alguns anos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(E o neurónio volta a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;tripar&lt;/span&gt;. )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Voltando ao &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;, e pensando mais uma vez na sua única utilidade... Rir. É Rir, a sua única utilidade, visto que uma pessoa ao abrir a página principal e a primeira coisa que lê é: 'Fumar mata! E quando se morre, perde-se uma parte muito importante da vida! ".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Assério&lt;/span&gt;, preciso que me tirem esta droga do corpo, já não aguento esta pressão de ter que ir sempre ao Face nem que seja para ver o resultado dos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;quizz&lt;/span&gt;'s dos outros.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Não aguento mais estar com as pessoas, e a conversa dar sempre ao mesmo lugar : "Olha é verdade, no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Farmville&lt;/span&gt; há tartarugas, mas já agora oferece-me uma vaca."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sai Satanás!Sai &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Farmville&lt;/span&gt;!Sai &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Depois de estar para aqui a escrever , oiço o seguinte comentário : "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Bé&lt;/span&gt; acho que é melhor ires ao psiquiatra, porque isto não chega."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;E a única resposta plausível é : "Já Foste!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Desmaiou o neurónio. Apareceu a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Psicóloga&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481557346125119409-5872102185445110025?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/5872102185445110025/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/10/compasso-de-esperada-nisto.html#comment-form' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/5872102185445110025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/5872102185445110025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/10/compasso-de-esperada-nisto.html' title='Compasso de espera,dá nisto.'/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-3143257256449493516</id><published>2009-10-11T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T12:34:01.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K_bQ80xZNwI&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K_bQ80xZNwI&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Esta música está qualquer coisa de espectacular.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Love hurts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481557346125119409-3143257256449493516?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/3143257256449493516/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/10/esta-musica-esta-qualquer-coisa-de.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/3143257256449493516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/3143257256449493516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/10/esta-musica-esta-qualquer-coisa-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-4798040456462807755</id><published>2009-09-16T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T11:10:26.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Resumidamente Resumindo-me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;E nestas e noutras situações que me meto para aqui a pensar, que tenho alguma coisa para escrever no meu blog, mas na realidade , não sei bem o quê.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depois de muito tempo passado apenas a tomar conta da minha &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;quintinha&lt;/span&gt; no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;, decidi que este blog não poderia deixar de ser o que era, mesmo que não seja muito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É isto,voltei a mais um final de férias e começo de aulas. Resumo : Passou-se, e sinceramente nada de marcante neste verão 2009, mas como sempre , temos que pensar que ' para o ano será melhor'.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A verdade é que só falta mais um aninho para acabar o secundário. Como &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;alguém&lt;/span&gt; dizia : " Será que será só mais um ano?!" .  E pergunto-me : "E então como te sentes?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma das coisas mais importantes que tenho a frisar no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;post&lt;/span&gt; de hoje é que , estou farta de politica daqui até a lua, e da lua até aqui. Será que as pessoas já não podem ver a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;morangada&lt;/span&gt; sem que seja interrompida 15 minutos para ouvir pessoas a falar em promessas, que provavelmente não surgirão? Eles dizem " A nova democracia é alternativa, Vote &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;PPV&lt;/span&gt; " - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Opá&lt;/span&gt; apaguem mas é a luz e deitem-se.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bem, vou voltar ao trabalho árduo, e deixar este blog na expectativa de mais uma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;semaninha&lt;/span&gt;, ou mês quem sabe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481557346125119409-4798040456462807755?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/4798040456462807755/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/09/resumidamente-resumindo-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/4798040456462807755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/4798040456462807755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/09/resumidamente-resumindo-me.html' title='Resumidamente Resumindo-me'/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-253364603138258939</id><published>2009-08-24T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T09:49:11.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sudoeste 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SpLEKEhyitI/AAAAAAAAAF4/KCVw3iFUtQo/s1600-h/DSCN1956%2520%5BDesktop%2520Resolution%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SpLEKEhyitI/AAAAAAAAAF4/KCVw3iFUtQo/s320/DSCN1956%2520%5BDesktop%2520Resolution%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373572982699625170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SpLDl6y9BGI/AAAAAAAAAFo/f65YBm7Ey1o/s1600-h/IMG_3714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SpLDl6y9BGI/AAAAAAAAAFo/f65YBm7Ey1o/s320/IMG_3714.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373572361611969634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SpLDlHIpU-I/AAAAAAAAAFY/A4vESfdyJbI/s320/IMG_3191.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SpLDmo9LaFI/AAAAAAAAAFw/iPm3yLp6cfg/s320/IMG_3575.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SpLDlixzH3I/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ntki3BM1mJQ/s1600-h/IMG_3376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SpLDlixzH3I/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ntki3BM1mJQ/s320/IMG_3376.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373572355164675954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SpLDkq2-42I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/fGHhsE5IK9E/s1600-h/IMG_3167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SpLDkq2-42I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/fGHhsE5IK9E/s320/IMG_3167.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373572340154032994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481557346125119409-253364603138258939?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/253364603138258939/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/08/sudoeste-2009_24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/253364603138258939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/253364603138258939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/08/sudoeste-2009_24.html' title='Sudoeste 2009'/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SpLEKEhyitI/AAAAAAAAAF4/KCVw3iFUtQo/s72-c/DSCN1956%2520%5BDesktop%2520Resolution%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-5033267380150197141</id><published>2009-08-16T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T18:41:38.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sudoeste 2009</title><content type='html'>E foi assim, passou mais um verão, mais um Sudoeste..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Tal como tudo na vida,é uma questão de espírito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Vais a pensar que corre mal, mal vai correr. Pensas que irá correr bem, Pode ser que tenhas sorte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;É o costume. Mais uma vez, ATUM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Foi o 'em busca da tampa perdida' e o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Footprints&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Foi o 'dancei contigo no Sudoeste' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FOI &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ATUUUM&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Se voltaria a passar tudo exactamente como foi?&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nãoo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Mas vale a pena.Grandes pessoas.Grandes momentos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Para finalizar só tenho uma coisa a dizer : "Têm alguma coisa que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;querem&lt;/span&gt; entregar voluntariamente ? ".  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481557346125119409-5033267380150197141?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/5033267380150197141/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/08/sudoeste-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/5033267380150197141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/5033267380150197141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/08/sudoeste-2009.html' title='Sudoeste 2009'/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-2729977668045841818</id><published>2009-07-31T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T10:54:59.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudades, e Ansiedade..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SnMtrfuHHDI/AAAAAAAAAFI/yHwFK3nfUhI/s320/sudoeste2007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9oEN-TcTdMk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9oEN-TcTdMk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Esta sim, foi uma das melhores combinações &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;possíveis&lt;/span&gt;, de sempre... Era o que faltava, foi o que sonhámos no ano passado e sim,vai-se concretizar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;"&gt;                                                                Expectativas ? O melhor e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; pensar nelas, esperemos para ver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;"&gt;Passou do ' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kangarugar&lt;/span&gt;, ao entre a sagres e a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bull&lt;/span&gt; ' .. E chegou ao ' Enrola-te comigo' . E este ano ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;"&gt;Logo veremos.. Faltam apenas 3 dias, e neste momento predomina a ansiedade,o receio, e o Medo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;"&gt; Sinto saudades, ... Para o ano saudades sentirei. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; Sudoeste 2009.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Can&lt;/span&gt;'t Stop &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Fire&lt;/span&gt; , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Keep&lt;/span&gt; ir &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Burning&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/5481557346125119409-2729977668045841818?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/2729977668045841818/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/07/saudades-e-ansiedade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/2729977668045841818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/2729977668045841818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/07/saudades-e-ansiedade.html' title='Saudades, e Ansiedade..'/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SnMtrfuHHDI/AAAAAAAAAFI/yHwFK3nfUhI/s72-c/sudoeste2007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-796415919474255663</id><published>2009-07-12T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T16:08:29.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamento do dia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Consciência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; pesada, por ter feito muito esforço sabendo que não daria resultado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Mas &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tranquila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, pois não devo nada a ninguém.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481557346125119409-796415919474255663?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/796415919474255663/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/07/pensamento-do-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/796415919474255663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/796415919474255663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/07/pensamento-do-dia.html' title='Pensamento do dia!'/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-9174980445085443054</id><published>2009-07-04T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T11:32:59.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>After tonight - Justin Nozuka</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hgGkJez6pcM&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hgGkJez6pcM&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/5481557346125119409-9174980445085443054?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/9174980445085443054/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/07/after-tonight-justin-nozuka.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/9174980445085443054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/9174980445085443054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/07/after-tonight-justin-nozuka.html' title='After tonight - Justin Nozuka'/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-2535022947922536669</id><published>2009-06-24T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T10:57:55.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SkJosrlVFpI/AAAAAAAAAFA/UpQgLW2bcSY/s1600-h/kiki+i+be.jpg"&gt;                                                             &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;PARABÉNS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SkJosrlVFpI/AAAAAAAAAFA/UpQgLW2bcSY/s320/kiki+i+be.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350954424092399250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SkJosYxnmHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/KAT4_ewDRWI/s1600-h/Festa+na+Quinta+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SkJosYxnmHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/KAT4_ewDRWI/s320/Festa+na+Quinta+021.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350954419043670130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SkJoELCdkdI/AAAAAAAAAEw/fKi438MJyn4/s1600-h/P4060004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SkJoELCdkdI/AAAAAAAAAEw/fKi438MJyn4/s320/P4060004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350953728161452498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SkJoD6x8JlI/AAAAAAAAAEo/q2uJQC3wy-A/s1600-h/P4060047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SkJoD6x8JlI/AAAAAAAAAEo/q2uJQC3wy-A/s320/P4060047.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350953723797186130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-size: 24px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kikiii...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SkJnfvvRplI/AAAAAAAAAEY/LpSeT5Qeab0/s1600-h/Festa+na+Quinta+021.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481557346125119409-2535022947922536669?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/2535022947922536669/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/06/parabens-kikiii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/2535022947922536669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/2535022947922536669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/06/parabens-kikiii.html' title=''/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SkJosrlVFpI/AAAAAAAAAFA/UpQgLW2bcSY/s72-c/kiki+i+be.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-4560604396289764282</id><published>2009-05-22T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T12:29:27.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Era fácil de entender...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MAMj4dVDAQY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MAMj4dVDAQY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Triste é o virar de costas, o ultimo adeus. Sabe Deus o que quero dizer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18px; white-space: pre;"&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/5481557346125119409-4560604396289764282?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/4560604396289764282/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/05/era-facil-de-entender.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/4560604396289764282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/4560604396289764282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/05/era-facil-de-entender.html' title='Era fácil de entender...'/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-1183501365426173838</id><published>2009-05-19T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T11:14:46.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Isso dá coices ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;É assim!... É verdade, está a ser verdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mais um ano, mais um ' trauma ', e ainda falta muito pela frente, só passaram mais ou menos 12 anos, e já foi tão complicado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Se me perguntarem ' como vai ser?' .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Não sei, ' prognósticos só no final do jogo.' Mas não vai ser fácil!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Penso que até aqui, já foi muito complicado, mas na minha cabeça tenho que daqui para a frente será pior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;E, porque isso está na minha cabeça?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Mais uma vez, não sei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Como é possível, num momento, a minha cabeça estar a nadar em positividade, e segundos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;depois, ela afogar-se nela própria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"É uma questão de poder da mente" - diz ele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E eu pergunto-lhe : - "Isso dá coices ? "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pensando bem, não quero pensar no que um dia mais tarde, pensarei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;" Positivismo acima de tudo." - refere ele, num tom como que diz a única coisa que há a dizer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Depois deste relatório, entro num dia da minha vida, dou sorrisos grátis a tudo o que tem pernas e me confronta com o olhar, na rua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Riu-me. Sorriu-me. Penso nele. E no sorriso de vida que tenho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481557346125119409-1183501365426173838?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/1183501365426173838/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/05/isso-da-coices.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/1183501365426173838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/1183501365426173838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/05/isso-da-coices.html' title='Isso dá coices ?'/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-6891504495054784963</id><published>2009-05-12T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T11:10:29.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Não me esqueci,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não antevi,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não adormeci,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O meu vício de ti...&lt;/strong&gt;&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/5481557346125119409-6891504495054784963?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/6891504495054784963/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/05/nao-me-esqueci-nao-antevi-nao-adormeci.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/6891504495054784963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/6891504495054784963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/05/nao-me-esqueci-nao-antevi-nao-adormeci.html' title=''/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-8825822447762877684</id><published>2009-05-04T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T12:45:30.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Curioso:&lt;/em&gt; Hoje é o dia mundial do Riso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Riam, riam, riam...e Sorriam.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Opah, enfia mas é essa cadela num frasco de pickles'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481557346125119409-8825822447762877684?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/8825822447762877684/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/05/curioso-hoje-e-o-dia-mundial-do-riso.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/8825822447762877684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/8825822447762877684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/05/curioso-hoje-e-o-dia-mundial-do-riso.html' title=''/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-1569794200772165797</id><published>2009-04-22T11:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T11:26:09.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Algum dia teria de rebenta. Rebentei...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pensando bem, não sei como me sinto! E, sinceramente, não sei bem porque estou a pensar nisto agora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mas a minha cabeça é que está a passar esta informação para os meus dedos, que por sua vez a está a transmitir ao teclado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Neste preciso momento, estou a pensar se mais tarde, clicarei no "publicar mensagem", mas pronto isto foi mais um aparte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Foram momentos interessantes. Os jantares, os cafés, as saídas, os filmes... As idas a casa simplesmente para conversar, ver os Simpsons ou rir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Isto tudo, só me deixa mal, porque sim, porque foste a única pessoa quue eu alguma vez consegui confiar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas, como tudo na vida, há mudanças, e há que abdicar de certas coisas/pessoas para se proseguir com a vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aceito, perfeitamente, a tua decisão, apesar de que essa me ter deixado ficar mal (já passou e não me rebaixarei, pois sou bem melhor), mas um dia irás perceber que esse motivo não foi válido para tomares essa decisão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clico ou Não clico ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Publicar Mensagem.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481557346125119409-1916397940270249246?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/1916397940270249246/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/04/algum-dia-teria-de-rebenta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/1916397940270249246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/1916397940270249246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/04/algum-dia-teria-de-rebenta.html' title=''/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-3889071961217717570</id><published>2009-04-19T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T13:33:59.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soube tão bem. Fez-me tão bem. Foi tão bom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Soube bem. Soube tão bem.&lt;/em&gt; Não só recordar coisas passadas, mas sentir que essas coisas continuam aqui. Foi como caminhar para uma  máquina do tempo, mas mesmo não querendo remexer em coisas passadas, eu continuei a andar, e entrei. &lt;em&gt;Soube bem. Soube tão bem.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Entrei, revivi tudo desde o início ao fim, cheguei mesmo a mexer no mais fundo, do fundo do báu, mas &lt;em&gt;Fez-me bem. Fez-me tão bem.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;É verdade, caiu-me 1/3 de uma lágrima, a chamada lágrimazinha, pelo canto do olho. E então ? Acontece, mas &lt;em&gt;Soube tão bem, Fez-me tão bem&lt;/em&gt;. E agora que saí dessa máquina, continuo a andar com a cabeça erguida, com um sorriso na cara, e mais importante, com certezas do que me rodeia.&lt;em&gt; Foi bom. Muito Bom&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481557346125119409-3889071961217717570?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/3889071961217717570/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/04/soube-tao-bem-fez-me-tao-bem-foi-tao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/3889071961217717570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/3889071961217717570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/04/soube-tao-bem-fez-me-tao-bem-foi-tao.html' title='Soube tão bem. Fez-me tão bem. Foi tão bom!'/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-4486605810107615026</id><published>2009-04-12T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T07:06:41.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Depois de mais de 628 km, de mais de 2,5 anos, e depois de me teres surpreendido, só tenho uma coisa a dizer : Foi a melhor visita que alguém poderia ter feito!&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- " Os momentos maus, no bom sentido da palavra. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- Todos os dias. Todas as Horas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;- " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Addicted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; . "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;- A minha primeira &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;mini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;- O mentalizar que ias..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;- O interiorizar que foste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Obrigado por não me esqueceres, e por me lembrares. Obrigado pela Magnifica visita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                          &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;MD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;.4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7HrDTu-vVV8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7HrDTu-vVV8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/5481557346125119409-4486605810107615026?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/4486605810107615026/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/04/depois-de-mais-de-628-km-de-mais-de-25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/4486605810107615026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/4486605810107615026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/04/depois-de-mais-de-628-km-de-mais-de-25.html' title=''/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-5734022890247331671</id><published>2009-04-06T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T09:02:24.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;" Um dia tropeças no teu orgulho. Cais. E bates com a cabeça na tua ignorância. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481557346125119409-5734022890247331671?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/5734022890247331671/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/04/um-dia-tropecas-no-teu-orgulho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/5734022890247331671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/5734022890247331671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/04/um-dia-tropecas-no-teu-orgulho.html' title=''/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-6524754731650146497</id><published>2009-04-05T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T12:33:12.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Estranho, Mas bom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vou ?! Não vou?!.. Fui. &lt;/div&gt;Pensei que pudesse ser um bocado estranho. Mas nada me impedia de ir. Até poderia ser engraçado.&lt;br /&gt;Uma noite diferente. Mas mesmo assim, Perfeita.&lt;br /&gt;Desabafámos. Rimos. Chorámos. Mas soube tão bem....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois deste jantar, e de esta extravagante vontade de rir... Só falta &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;combinarmos&lt;/span&gt; outra noite destas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Eu nunca..tive uma noite assim" e digo-te mais : Se aquela merda fizesse pão, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Panisol&lt;/span&gt; abria falência!".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481557346125119409-6524754731650146497?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/6524754731650146497/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/04/estranho-mas-bom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/6524754731650146497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/6524754731650146497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/04/estranho-mas-bom.html' title='Estranho, Mas bom.'/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-3122113626123842420</id><published>2009-04-02T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T05:21:19.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/span&gt;" Costumava-lhe dizer &lt;em&gt;« Deixa-me viver, mãe, libertar-me e viver».&lt;/em&gt;  Ela, com um sorriso na cara, e uma lágrima no canto do olho, respondia &lt;em&gt;« O futuro depende de ti. Cuida de ti filha. Um dia vais te lembrar, e saber que tens de viver, Por Ti!». "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;« Tenho de Sair, Libertar-me, tenho de Viver. Mas não aguento esta pressão »&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481557346125119409-3122113626123842420?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/3122113626123842420/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/04/costumava-lhe-dizer-deixa-me-viver-mae.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/3122113626123842420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/3122113626123842420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/04/costumava-lhe-dizer-deixa-me-viver-mae.html' title=''/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-4831556486039177637</id><published>2009-03-29T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T05:19:53.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I've made&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;mistakes, but&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;nobody's perfect&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Keep my feet on the ground and my head in the clouds..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481557346125119409-4831556486039177637?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/4831556486039177637/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/03/ive-made-mistakes-but-nobodys-perfect.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/4831556486039177637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/4831556486039177637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/03/ive-made-mistakes-but-nobodys-perfect.html' title=''/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-2989181556874170467</id><published>2009-03-23T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T12:56:08.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dAXnPrWvZak&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dAXnPrWvZak&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Expressões atraentes d'uma mente com classe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481557346125119409-2989181556874170467?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/2989181556874170467/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/03/expressoes-atraentes-duma-mente-com.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/2989181556874170467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/2989181556874170467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/03/expressoes-atraentes-duma-mente-com.html' title=''/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-1148113280134248863</id><published>2009-03-20T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T11:01:10.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gostava de conseguir. Mas não posso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Queria puder. Mas não consigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tento chegar-te; Mas arrependo-me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;......................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;.................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;.........................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nada cai do céu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Faz. Para que aconteça.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Se queres algo. Acredita. Esforça-te.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Só contigo sais vitorioso. Conseguis-te. Sorri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sentes-te glorioso. Não pelos outros. Por ti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Podem criticar. Podem mandar a baixo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mas se és, o que és. És-o por ti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Pelas tuas acções. Pensamentos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Por mais mau que seja este ambiente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Faz para que aconteça. - "Segue o que Sentes!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Opah Bé, deixa-te de lamechices!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Okay. Fritanços e "coiso".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu pergunto. Eu respondo. Sou um espectáculo!&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/5481557346125119409-1148113280134248863?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/1148113280134248863/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/03/gostava-de-conseguir.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/1148113280134248863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/1148113280134248863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/03/gostava-de-conseguir.html' title=''/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-472714645357801644</id><published>2009-03-17T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T15:31:15.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Lucky Boy! Lucky Girl?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Come together...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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/5481557346125119409-472714645357801644?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/472714645357801644/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/03/lucky-boy-lucky-girl-come-together.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/472714645357801644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/472714645357801644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/03/lucky-boy-lucky-girl-come-together.html' title=''/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-5459317050050314356</id><published>2009-03-15T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T12:22:00.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apteceu-me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;" Mas queres&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;voltar ao jardim&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;de infância ? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma afirmação com uma grama ou um kilo de graça.&lt;br /&gt;Se faz sentido?! Não sei, não quero saber, nem percebo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Uma grama desaparece rapidamente, e um kilo, já não é engraçado. "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481557346125119409-5459317050050314356?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/5459317050050314356/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/03/apteceu-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/5459317050050314356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/5459317050050314356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/03/apteceu-me.html' title='Apteceu-me'/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-5076685792019304456</id><published>2009-03-10T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T13:15:22.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amy Mcdonald...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wcqKxpYVAQk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wcqKxpYVAQk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Amy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Mcdonald&lt;/span&gt;, revelou ser um enorme sucesso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  Está provado, que de um dia para o outro o seu vídeo do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;youtube&lt;/span&gt; teve mais de 10.000 visitas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A cantora irá estar amanhã presente na festa para se decidir/revelar todos os detalhes do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Sw&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Amy&lt;/span&gt; estará presente dia 9 de Agosto de 2009. E nós lá estaremos a ouvir ' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;This&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Life&lt;/span&gt; '&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/5481557346125119409-5076685792019304456?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/5076685792019304456/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/03/amy-mcdonald.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/5076685792019304456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/5076685792019304456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/03/amy-mcdonald.html' title='Amy Mcdonald...'/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-3177365552890774140</id><published>2009-03-08T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T11:58:30.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Máscaras. Baile de Máscaras</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O dia. A noite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Começou mal. Podia ter acabado melhor. Mas isso não aconteceu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;O Ado foi tourear o Ix. Mas eu não gosto de touradas. Muito menos ao vivo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mas queres voltar ao jardim de infância?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Desiludiram. Chatearam. E mandaram a baixo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Não. Afinal não sou assim tão superior. Mesmo que mo digam eu não consigo ser grande.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sou apenas melhor, porque respeito as pessoas. Amo os meus amigos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E isso dá futuro ? Os amigos dão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;" Tudo bem. Tu escolheste. Tu ganhaste. Força. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481557346125119409-3177365552890774140?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/3177365552890774140/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/03/mascaras-baile-de-mascaras.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/3177365552890774140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/3177365552890774140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/03/mascaras-baile-de-mascaras.html' title='Máscaras. Baile de Máscaras'/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-712023426236244971</id><published>2009-03-06T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T11:18:03.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blá Blá Blá..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eg49b7uXCf4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eg49b7uXCf4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Para aquelas pessoas que, ou não dizem nada de jeito, ou então sou eu que não compreendo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481557346125119409-712023426236244971?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/712023426236244971/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/03/bla-bla-bla.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/712023426236244971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/712023426236244971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/03/bla-bla-bla.html' title='Blá Blá Blá..'/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-3502168966344619060</id><published>2009-03-05T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T11:51:11.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>" Hoje não é o dia "</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;O dia, em que todas as pequenas coisas se tornam grandes, e nos fazem felizes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;O dia, em que nada nem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ninguém&lt;/span&gt; nos consegue mandar a baixo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;O dia, em que mesmo que sejamos pequenos, nos sentimos grandes.&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/5481557346125119409-3502168966344619060?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/3502168966344619060/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/03/hoje-nao-e-o-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/3502168966344619060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/3502168966344619060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/03/hoje-nao-e-o-dia.html' title='&quot; Hoje não é o dia &quot;'/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-3031763029974665210</id><published>2009-03-02T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T12:01:18.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudades</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;M&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Ã&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Impressionante como uma palavra tão pequena, e com apenas 3 letras, significa tanto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Saudades da pessoa mais importante da minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Posso não ter sido uma filha exemplar, mas sou a única, e algum dia te irás orgulhar de mim!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-size: 48px;"&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/5481557346125119409-3031763029974665210?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/3031763029974665210/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/03/saudades.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/3031763029974665210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/3031763029974665210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/03/saudades.html' title='Saudades'/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-7145377034488919175</id><published>2009-02-26T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T14:54:03.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O dadaísmo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SaccWO1B87I/AAAAAAAAADk/jeovjjrq8M0/s1600-h/dadaismo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307241854142641074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SaccWO1B87I/AAAAAAAAADk/jeovjjrq8M0/s320/dadaismo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Venero mudar contigo - Bp tenho M - Amor assim S - Quero mãe C - Assim Mó saudade de - Quero gosto a S - Vida da felicidade pára - Começar ao 0 voltar - Tristeza T tenho - Paixão te gosto - Era e voltar - Batalhar , Vencer a de Batalhar.&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/5481557346125119409-7145377034488919175?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/7145377034488919175/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-dadaismo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/7145377034488919175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/7145377034488919175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-dadaismo.html' title='O dadaísmo'/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SaccWO1B87I/AAAAAAAAADk/jeovjjrq8M0/s72-c/dadaismo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-6580600840248477465</id><published>2009-02-24T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T12:14:44.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be waiting ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jBwJwnJgoFM&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jBwJwnJgoFM&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;As long as I'm living, I'll be waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;As long as I'm breathing, I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you call me, I'll be waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Whenever you need me, I'll be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/5481557346125119409-6580600840248477465?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/6580600840248477465/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/02/param-namemovie-value-he-broke-your.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/6580600840248477465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/6580600840248477465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/02/param-namemovie-value-he-broke-your.html' title='I&apos;ll be waiting ...'/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-3573347832230618500</id><published>2009-02-21T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T09:48:07.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carnaval...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ocorre-me o "então estás boas?". Ocorre-me o Ana Júlia. Ocorre-me o "ah,tás aqui?!". Ocorre-me a farsa, e a máscara; A bé e a Becas. O "eu também te adoro". Ocorre-me os dias agressivos, os almoços festivos, e os sorrisos expressivos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-: Confissões sem argumentos de uma jovem,as 6h da manhã.&lt;/em&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/5481557346125119409-3573347832230618500?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/3573347832230618500/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/02/carnaval.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/3573347832230618500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/3573347832230618500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/02/carnaval.html' title='Carnaval...'/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-8912009147206624654</id><published>2009-02-16T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T06:35:32.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Num momento Ela tinha tudo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;arrumadinho&lt;/span&gt; na sua cabeça, e no instante seguinte, tudo estava a andar a volta,e tudo se desarrumou.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Instalou-se o pânico!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Para além (dela) não saber o que fazer, também não sabia o que pensar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Nesse momento, disse-me para não me preocupar (mas lá dentro e lá no fundo, estava a pedir, que sim, que me preocupasse); &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Disse&lt;/span&gt;-me para deixar andar, porque tudo iria acabar, tudo iria passar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Agora sei que, mesmo me preocupando, lhe deveria ter mostrado, que sim, que me preocupava... Sem o fazer, viverei com o peso na &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;consciência&lt;/span&gt;, pois &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;secalhar&lt;/span&gt; tudo acabou, porque &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; mostrei preocupação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Quero voltar atrás. Quero puder mudar o desfecho desta historia. Quero ter-te ao pé de mim, como dantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" ...Que sim. " ;  " Deixa andar, tudo acaba um dia mais tarde, com ou sem preocupação." ; " &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Faz&lt;/span&gt; falar o próprio mundo, em vez da alma emocionada pela imagem do mundo." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;- Agora percebo tudo o que querias dizer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Fazes&lt;/span&gt; me tanta falta!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;AMO-TE MIÚDA!&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/5481557346125119409-8912009147206624654?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/8912009147206624654/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/02/num-momento-ela-tinha-tudo-arrumadinho.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/8912009147206624654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/8912009147206624654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/02/num-momento-ela-tinha-tudo-arrumadinho.html' title=''/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-1672262934901806616</id><published>2009-02-14T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T12:05:09.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I can do is try ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Rgd9YssIL8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Rgd9YssIL8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481557346125119409-1672262934901806616?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/1672262934901806616/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/02/all-i-can-do-is-try.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/1672262934901806616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/1672262934901806616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/02/all-i-can-do-is-try.html' title='All I can do is try ...'/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-4068954686195334417</id><published>2009-02-13T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T10:31:06.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Sem outro assunto de momento"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Se não tens,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não tens que me evitar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Se continuas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu continuo a pensar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se assim queres.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Assim vai ser,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Experimenta + uma vez,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E logo irás ver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481557346125119409-4068954686195334417?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/4068954686195334417/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/02/sem-outro-assunto-de-momento.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/4068954686195334417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/4068954686195334417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/02/sem-outro-assunto-de-momento.html' title='&quot;Sem outro assunto de momento&quot;'/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-2752320420169149481</id><published>2009-02-11T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T11:45:42.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lembranças.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sudoeste...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SZMqEBSVjLI/AAAAAAAAADM/GYIGOFWjEag/s1600-h/sw+08+321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SZMqEBSVjLI/AAAAAAAAADM/GYIGOFWjEag/s320/sw+08+321.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301627434898394290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E mais sudoeste...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SZMpwcJqpfI/AAAAAAAAADE/kpW5hrJuFU8/s1600-h/sw+08+116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: right;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SZMpwcJqpfI/AAAAAAAAADE/kpW5hrJuFU8/s320/sw+08+116.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301627098512401906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E mais nada a dizer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/5481557346125119409-2752320420169149481?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/2752320420169149481/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/02/lembrancas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/2752320420169149481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/2752320420169149481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/02/lembrancas.html' title='Lembranças.'/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SZMqEBSVjLI/AAAAAAAAADM/GYIGOFWjEag/s72-c/sw+08+321.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-4377220153423322176</id><published>2009-02-09T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T12:55:11.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amigas ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;São as conversas na &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;net&lt;/span&gt;. São as mensagens. São as saídas (que não acontecem a algum tempo). São palavras que mal se trocam. São olhares que não se vêm. São &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bezanas&lt;/span&gt;. São gargalhadas. São o fixar do olhar. São “passasse alguma coisa?”. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Foram, e voltarão a ser?...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481557346125119409-4377220153423322176?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/4377220153423322176/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/02/amigas.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/4377220153423322176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/4377220153423322176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/02/amigas.html' title='Amigas ?'/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-8512551776383672818</id><published>2009-02-05T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T12:12:47.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Olha para o futuro..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SYtF8t5JMjI/AAAAAAAAAC8/drfov6zJzEE/s1600-h/IMG_0873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SYtF8t5JMjI/AAAAAAAAAC8/drfov6zJzEE/s320/IMG_0873.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299406295945261618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Porque me dizem para esquecer os problemas do passado, e simplesmente, erguer a cabeça e seguir em frente,.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se o problemas, é constante do passado, passa pelo presente e acabará no futuro ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Está no presente, há de continuar a estar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pensar num futuro?!Vale a pena?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481557346125119409-8512551776383672818?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/8512551776383672818/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/02/olha-para-o-futuro.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/8512551776383672818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/8512551776383672818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/02/olha-para-o-futuro.html' title='&quot;Olha para o futuro...&quot;'/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SYtF8t5JMjI/AAAAAAAAAC8/drfov6zJzEE/s72-c/IMG_0873.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-2153539464001767128</id><published>2009-02-04T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T12:23:01.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Afinal o que é isto de " Esperança" ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amar&lt;/span&gt; significa amar, o que é difícil de ser amado, de contrário não seria virtude  alguma; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;perdoar&lt;/span&gt; significa perdoar, o imperdoável, de contrário não seria virtude  alguma; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fé&lt;/span&gt; significa crer,  no inacreditável, de contrário não seria virtude  alguma. E &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;esperar&lt;/span&gt; significa esperar, quando já não há esperança, de contrário não  seria virtude alguma. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E será que ela existe? E se existe, existirá para sempre ? ..&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/5481557346125119409-2153539464001767128?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/2153539464001767128/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/02/afinal-o-que-e-isto-de-esperanca.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/2153539464001767128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/2153539464001767128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/02/afinal-o-que-e-isto-de-esperanca.html' title='Afinal o que é isto de &quot; Esperança&quot; ?'/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-6250823447837920650</id><published>2009-02-02T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T10:29:41.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quero...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SYc7BBfp2zI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Hte20BCl0Z0/s1600-h/merces+relax+algrave.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SYc7BBfp2zI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Hte20BCl0Z0/s320/merces+relax+algrave.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298268375391787826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Voltar ao que era...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481557346125119409-6250823447837920650?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/6250823447837920650/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/02/quero.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/6250823447837920650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/6250823447837920650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/02/quero.html' title='Quero...'/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SYc7BBfp2zI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Hte20BCl0Z0/s72-c/merces+relax+algrave.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-232386982083829799</id><published>2009-01-31T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T16:05:00.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>30.janeiro.2008 (A Aberteira)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;       "Ora muito boa noite,ás gajas mais feias que alguma vez conheci...um aparte ( já escrevi esta mensagem prai 3 vezes,mas fritei)... Só tenho uma coisa a dizer "e para vocês não vai nada,nada nada???"..&lt;/div&gt;         E espero que saibam que se estou a ter paciência para escrever isto é porque sim,porque "gosto".&lt;br /&gt;         Esta mensagem é para comemorar a aberteira da caixa de sms's recebidas, no novo telemóvel sem fios, desbloqueado, que foi roubado na retrete,que nunca tem papel higiénico, e onde gajas arranjam stresses a toa, no verídico Buvigi's Power...e pronto. Andas ai parece que andas a cair..&lt;br /&gt;         E estou agradecida por Tudo, e por Nada. Por tudo o que passamos e me ajudaram a passar, e por nada de mal que aconteça connosco... E já agora que nome gravo,o vosso número, no meu telemóvel ? ..&lt;br /&gt;         Grande momentos, grandes ferias, grandes pessoas, grandes conselhos, grandes sorrisos,porque com vocês tudo se torna quase perfeito!... Pelas pessoas que são ditas por aí "Amigas de Conveniência", eu não me importo de fritar vezes sem conta, e estar precisamente 19 minutos, a tentar enviar uma mensagem....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   ...&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;         Acho mal,que com 2.21 de saldo no cartão da Vodafone, inserido neste telefone, de ultima geração, sem fios, as pessoas que o possuem (o dito telefone que contem fotografias,não dignas de gente) não tenham ripostado a mensagem anteriormente recebida,de remetente denominado ___ ,pelo que diz a agenda telefónica... visto que já aconteceu a aberteira das mensagens recebidas... "coiso" , fritei de novo e de vez.&lt;br /&gt;         Para sempre e sempre.&lt;br /&gt;         E tudo o vento levou. E esta pessoa não voltará a ser a mesma. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Esta mensagem, é suficientemente digna de gente, para estar aqui para o resto da vida de todos nós, e ser relembrada pelos nossos filhos.  No dia em que "tu panelaste or not te panelas?" ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481557346125119409-232386982083829799?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/232386982083829799/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/01/30janeiro2008-aberteira.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/232386982083829799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/232386982083829799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/01/30janeiro2008-aberteira.html' title='30.janeiro.2008 (A Aberteira)'/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-2896508971715078075</id><published>2009-01-30T12:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T12:34:11.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diz que é uma espécie de "Descubra as diferenças"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SYNjxxK3XdI/AAAAAAAAACs/jC5siMc5gsI/s1600-h/IMG_0991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SYNjxxK3XdI/AAAAAAAAACs/jC5siMc5gsI/s320/IMG_0991.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297187293381483986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SYNjNO8AbbI/AAAAAAAAACc/AMKS6deoHQc/s1600-h/be+e+mo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SYNjNO8AbbI/AAAAAAAAACc/AMKS6deoHQc/s320/be+e+mo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297186665717067186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Bons momentos,... Rock &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; Rio &amp;amp; Sudoeste...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Minnie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mouse&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Daisy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;duck&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481557346125119409-2896508971715078075?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/2896508971715078075/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/01/diz-que-e-uma-especie-de-descubra-as.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/2896508971715078075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/2896508971715078075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/01/diz-que-e-uma-especie-de-descubra-as.html' title='Diz que é uma espécie de &quot;Descubra as diferenças&quot;'/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SYNjxxK3XdI/AAAAAAAAACs/jC5siMc5gsI/s72-c/IMG_0991.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-5369889388334822013</id><published>2009-01-28T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T11:05:14.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fica aqui mais um video..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-p7Puu2nKR4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-p7Puu2nKR4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Aconselho,vivamente, a verem a parte 1 e a parte 3 deste video..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Olha eu com as minhas botinhas chico.."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; font-weight: bold; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Lembra rir. Lembra atrofiar. Lembra tu. Lembra ela. Lembrou e Lembra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; font-weight: bold; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Irá lembrar? Sendo que o melhor é esquecer... &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/5481557346125119409-5369889388334822013?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/5369889388334822013/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/01/fica-aqui-mais-um-video.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/5369889388334822013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/5369889388334822013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/01/fica-aqui-mais-um-video.html' title='Fica aqui mais um video..'/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-214997886878122541</id><published>2009-01-26T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T10:59:20.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Espero que penses nisso...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;ara ser grande, sê inteiro: nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;eu exagera ou exclui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;ê todo em cada  coisa. Põe quanto és&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;o mínimo que fazes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;ssim em cada lago a lua  toda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;rilha, porque alta vive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481557346125119409-214997886878122541?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/214997886878122541/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/01/espero-que-penses-nisso.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/214997886878122541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/214997886878122541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/01/espero-que-penses-nisso.html' title='Espero que penses nisso...'/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-3616743310020559006</id><published>2009-01-25T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T12:33:34.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Este não podem mesmo perder...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AUwzR5hgotQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AUwzR5hgotQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ANDA QUI ZIP ZIP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481557346125119409-3616743310020559006?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/3616743310020559006/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/01/este-no-podem-mesmo-perder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/3616743310020559006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/3616743310020559006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/01/este-no-podem-mesmo-perder.html' title='Este não podem mesmo perder...'/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-8136972655929980481</id><published>2009-01-25T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T10:43:46.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Felicidade para quando calha ? ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Comida para quando temos fome?!&lt;div&gt;Namorado/a para o fim de semana?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Amigos para conveniência?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Música para quando estamos tristes?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Encontros para nos divertimos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bezanas para estarmos bem por instantes?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Sorrisos quando são forçados?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Filmes para descontrair?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-" E a pergunta? "&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/5481557346125119409-8136972655929980481?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/8136972655929980481/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/01/felicidade-para-quando-calha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/8136972655929980481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/8136972655929980481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/01/felicidade-para-quando-calha.html' title='Felicidade para quando calha ? ...'/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-1781181487467227327</id><published>2009-01-24T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T11:08:38.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recordações de 2008 ( Parte III )</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXtnG6yGJ5I/AAAAAAAAACU/nALaVaKj8a8/s1600-h/sw+08+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXtnG6yGJ5I/AAAAAAAAACU/nALaVaKj8a8/s320/sw+08+092.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294939155460401042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; O Sudoeste...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Recordações?!...Ah,..Humm...Dificil hein?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal;"&gt;...O Chegar lá, ver uma multidão de gente, ver uma imensidão de pó...e cheirar a ...a Sudoeste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O enfiar-me na minha tenda,e passados 5 minutos,ser invadida por um monte de gajas feias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A consciencialização de que iriam ser dias muito complicados; O ambiente; O Reggea; As pessoas;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Sem dúvida alguma,e é uma das poucas memórias que de lá trago, foi aquela quinta feira (7.agosto.2008)...Natiruts. David Rodigan. Dub Inc. Souls of Fire... enfim, foi o dia da arruaça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A tenda protegida. O canal. A praia. As 176 escadas. O psicológico. O dançar kizomba na barraca dos hambúrgueres... O desaparecer por momentos... E o " E qual é a nossa droga?!.. O ATUUMMM ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;É definitivamente, o sitio para onde eu voltava já amanhã.&lt;/span&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;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;...O que aconteceu no Sudoeste, morreu no Sudoeste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481557346125119409-1781181487467227327?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/1781181487467227327/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/01/recordaes-de-2008-parte-iii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/1781181487467227327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/1781181487467227327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/01/recordaes-de-2008-parte-iii.html' title='Recordações de 2008 ( Parte III )'/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXtnG6yGJ5I/AAAAAAAAACU/nALaVaKj8a8/s72-c/sw+08+092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-4708279477317850512</id><published>2009-01-23T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T11:01:24.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recordações de 2008 ( Parte II )</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXoTfTED87I/AAAAAAAAACE/Bn-Pjjdt-k8/s1600-h/IMG_0988.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXoTfTED87I/AAAAAAAAACE/Bn-Pjjdt-k8/s320/IMG_0988.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294565740341621682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                               ...   (Vanessa,Carlota,Vilas,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ross&lt;/span&gt;,Santa,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Didi&lt;/span&gt;,Zeca,Eu,..e a Mó)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;30.Maio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;O grande dia de anos... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A manhã&lt;/span&gt; em que ninguém foi a visita de estudo, só porque eu ia pagar os cafés,... mentira, só para ficarem a fritar ( qual delas a melhor razão ). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Essa manhã ,seguiu-se da &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;almoçarada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; na "quinta do avô Zé", que foi mesmo á grande, e só fez falta quem esteve... Com " chá da quinta " a montes, umas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;garrafinhas&lt;/span&gt; de vinho e muita risada á mistura... E foi assim o pré-estágio para &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o Rock &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; Rio&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Foi assim tão á grande, que a viagem até ao " Rock " pareceu demorar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;eternidades&lt;/span&gt;... ( "Depois vamos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;desaparecer&lt;/span&gt;?!")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;E pronto, depois foi aquela conta... A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ivete&lt;/span&gt;. A Cerveja. A Mó. A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Amy&lt;/span&gt;. A cabeça da &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;chuiquitita&lt;/span&gt;. A Bela da sandes de leitão. A "I'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ll&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;waiting&lt;/span&gt;" e a "Quando a chuva passar".&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S : "A Diana mitra" ...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481557346125119409-4708279477317850512?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/4708279477317850512/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/01/recordaes-de-2008-parte-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/4708279477317850512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/4708279477317850512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/01/recordaes-de-2008-parte-ii.html' title='Recordações de 2008 ( Parte II )'/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXoTfTED87I/AAAAAAAAACE/Bn-Pjjdt-k8/s72-c/IMG_0988.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-7444080093933655030</id><published>2009-01-22T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T10:17:26.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recordações de 2008 ( Parte I )</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXi4FH-KrVI/AAAAAAAAAB8/YGN-sK1W9gk/s1600-h/DSC06476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXi4FH-KrVI/AAAAAAAAAB8/YGN-sK1W9gk/s320/DSC06476.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294183760152669522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXi2J2h8bJI/AAAAAAAAAB0/5yztyoT11cI/s1600-h/DSC06476.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BILBAO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(aquela viagem para começar o ano em grande...)&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;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Aquelas pessoas. Aqueles momentos... Aqueles quartos. Aquelas camas partidas. As &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;risotas&lt;/span&gt;. As &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bezanas&lt;/span&gt; (que não foram muitas, ou se foram ,eu não dei por isso). Aquelas fugas ao segurança do Hotel. Aquela &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fumarada&lt;/span&gt;. Aquele ' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Cafe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Feve&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Cafe&lt;/span&gt; ' . Aquele " &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Txikimarket&lt;/span&gt;" . Aquelas pessoas estranhas. Aquele Sr. canhão. Aquele "abana a cabeça,que assim não bate!". Aquele "vocês são todos bem mais &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;bacanos&lt;/span&gt; ,quando estão assim". Aquela viagem de autocarro. Aquelas estações em que parámos ("que era &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;pa&lt;/span&gt; ir a casa de banho"). Aquele cheiro a Sudoeste, no autocarro. Aquele &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Big&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Bob&lt;/span&gt;'s. Aqueles "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;pintxos&lt;/span&gt;" . Aquele museu....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Aquele parque infantil. Aquelas miúdas. Aqueles chapéus. Aquele "a criança não paga, mas também não anda!". Aquele "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Tamos&lt;/span&gt; em &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Bilbao&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;phoonix&lt;/span&gt; ". Aquela viagem guiada por mim. Aquele megafone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aqueles dias. Aqueles grandes momentos. Aquelas grande pessoas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Aquele?! Aquela?! Aqueles?!... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;fritanço&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/5481557346125119409-7444080093933655030?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/7444080093933655030/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/01/recordaes-de-2008-parte-i.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/7444080093933655030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/7444080093933655030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/01/recordaes-de-2008-parte-i.html' title='Recordações de 2008 ( Parte I )'/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXi4FH-KrVI/AAAAAAAAAB8/YGN-sK1W9gk/s72-c/DSC06476.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-2010402676364370275</id><published>2009-01-21T04:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T04:31:50.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Te busque ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;São sempre coisas simples, coisas que se passam por cima com uma perna as costas, coisas que rapidamente se esquecem,e se ultrapassam, coisas que um dia mais tarde se dizem : "Problemas fáceis" .&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mas no momento,.. tudo se complica, e como sempre, não se sabe o melhor caminho para resolver... É o típico " digo ou não digo ". Em que raramente a resposta muda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Porquê dizer?!...  Porquê se isso não interessa?!...  Porquê, quem ouve ?!..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S :&lt;/span&gt;  ...quando essas coisas aparecerem na tua vida, eu vou estar cá para ajudar, e não para criticar!&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/5481557346125119409-2010402676364370275?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/2010402676364370275/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-sempre-coisas-simples-coisas-que-se.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/2010402676364370275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/2010402676364370275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-sempre-coisas-simples-coisas-que-se.html' title='Te busque ...'/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-3566617762206012306</id><published>2009-01-20T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T12:54:00.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>James Morrison &amp; Nelly Furtado - Broken Strings</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IrZcB-9i7I0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IrZcB-9i7I0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/5481557346125119409-3566617762206012306?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/3566617762206012306/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/01/james-morrison-nelly-furtado-broken.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/3566617762206012306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/3566617762206012306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/01/james-morrison-nelly-furtado-broken.html' title='James Morrison &amp; Nelly Furtado - Broken Strings'/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-2615029544398916113</id><published>2009-01-19T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T04:32:13.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Idade vs Mentalidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Idade says :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Porquê que quando sou pequena, não te posso ter ?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Mentalidade says :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Um dia quando cresceres,pode ser que me tenhas por inteiro...Até lá, fica-te por pensar que me tens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;P.S :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Será a Idade comparável á mentalidade ? ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;..Um dia encontrarás essa resposta!&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/5481557346125119409-2615029544398916113?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/2615029544398916113/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/01/idade-vs-mentalidade.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/2615029544398916113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/2615029544398916113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/01/idade-vs-mentalidade.html' title='Idade vs Mentalidade'/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-7906980949029853394</id><published>2009-01-18T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T12:55:45.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A grande entrada em 2009..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Tudo começa a mudar, pra melhor esperemos. Acabaram-se os "coitadinha", acabaram-se os "podias ter feito melhor", e vão se acabar os "comé que é ?! " ...Porque, a partir de agora, vão passar a ficar orgulhosos, e estupefactos, pois melhor ninguém poderia ter feito, e a paciência que tinha para a conveniência, já acabou... &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Como se costuma dizer : "Ano Novo, Vida Nova "...&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/5481557346125119409-7906980949029853394?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/7906980949029853394/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/01/grande-entrada-em-2009.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/7906980949029853394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/7906980949029853394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/01/grande-entrada-em-2009.html' title='A grande entrada em 2009..'/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481557346125119409.post-3482363678686527897</id><published>2009-01-16T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T11:17:32.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O porquê de Broken Strings ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTA6gBSyzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_TfODiDozQQ/s1600-h/sw+08+278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTA6gBSyzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_TfODiDozQQ/s320/sw+08+278.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293067573327481650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Simplesmente porque, ...há dias em que tudo parece perfeito, mas de um dia para o outro tudo muda, e quebram-se as cordas. E cada vez mais, me pergunto,o porquê de tudo e mais alguma coisa, por isso decidi fazer este blog, onde me irei questionar sobre algumas coisas, e mostrar outras. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5481557346125119409-3482363678686527897?l=1brokenstrings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/feeds/3482363678686527897/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/01/o-porqu-de-broken-strings.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/3482363678686527897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5481557346125119409/posts/default/3482363678686527897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1brokenstrings.blogspot.com/2009/01/o-porqu-de-broken-strings.html' title='O porquê de Broken Strings ...'/><author><name>Bé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09923666735846097769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTxHoYo7qI/AAAAAAAAABU/mtd9Y7lHD0w/S220/DSC06524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lchgHojqiLc/SXTA6gBSyzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_TfODiDozQQ/s72-c/sw+08+278.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
