<?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-754090498621669936</id><updated>2012-01-17T09:47:34.303Z</updated><category term='Filmes/ Trailler'/><category term='Musica'/><category term='Email&apos;s'/><category term='Videos'/><category term='Dedicatórias'/><category term='Cultura'/><category term='Pensamentos de Patrícia'/><category term='Pensamentos de Varios Autores'/><category term='Arte de Fernando Silva'/><category term='Letras De Musicas'/><category term='Amizade'/><category term='Fotos by Patrícia'/><title type='text'>Aqui Eu...</title><subtitle type='html'>...Digo, Faço e Aconteço, Aqui Eu Publico, Aqui eu Escrevo, Aqui eu Choro, Aqui eu Sorrio, Aqui eu...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06001941842086007101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>217</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-568905295667642084</id><published>2011-04-05T19:19:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T19:28:44.503+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos de Varios Autores'/><title type='text'>Aprendi....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; " &gt;&lt;i&gt;“ Aprendi que eu não posso exigir o amor de ninguém. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Posso a&lt;/span&gt;penas dar boas razões para que gostem de mim e Ter paciência, para que a vida faça o resto.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aprendi que não importa o quanto certas coisas sejam importantes para mim, tem gente que não dá a mínima e eu jamais conseguirei convencê-las.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aprendi que posso passar anos construindo uma verdade e destruí-la em apenas alguns segundos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que posso usar o meu charme por apenas 15 minutos, depois disso, preciso saber do que estou falando.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu aprendi...Que posso fazer algo em um minuto e ter que responder por isso o resto da vida.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que por mais que se corte uma pão em fatias, esse pão continua tendo duas faces, e o mesmo vale para tudo o que cortamos em nosso caminho.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aprendi... Que vai demorar muito para me transformar na pessoa que quero ser, e devo ter paciência.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mas, aprendi também que posso ir além dos limites que eu próprio coloquei.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aprendi que preciso escolher entre controlar meus pensamentos ou ser controlado por eles.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que os heróis são pessoas que fazem o que acham que devem fazer naquele momento, independentemente do medo que sente.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aprendi que perdoar exige muita prática.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que há muita gente que gosta de mim, mas não consegue expressar isso.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aprendi... Que nos momentos mais difíceis, a ajuda veio justamente daquela pessoa que eu achava que iria tentar piorar as coisas.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aprendi que posso ficar furioso, tenho o direito de me irritar, mas não tenho o direito de ser cruel.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que jamais posso dizer a uma criança que seus sonhos são impossíveis, pois seria uma tragédia para o mundo se eu conseguisse convencê-la disso.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu aprendi que meu melhor amigo vai me machucar de vez em quando, e que eu tenho que me acostumar com isso.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que não é o bastante ser perdoado pelos outros, eu preciso me perdoar primeiro.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aprendi que, não importa o quanto meu coração esteja sofrendo, o mundo não vai parar por causa disso.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu aprendi... Que as circunstâncias de minha infância são responsáveis pelo que eu sou, mas não pelas escolhas que eu faço quando adulto;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aprendi que numa briga preciso escolher de que lado eu estou, mesmo quando não quero me envolver.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que, quando duas pessoas discutem, não significa que elas se odeiem; e quando duas pessoas não discutem não significa que elas se amem.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aprendi que por mais que eu queira proteger os meus filhos, eles vão se machucar e eu também. Isso faz parte da vida.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aprendi que a minha existência pode mudar para sempre, em poucas horas, por causa de gente que eu nunca vi antes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aprendi também que diplomas na parede não me fazem mais respeitável ou mais sábio.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aprendi que as palavras de amor perdem o sentido, quando usadas sem critério.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;E que amigos não são apenas para guardar no fundo do peito, mas para mostrar que são amigos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aprendi que certas pessoas vão embora da nossa vida de qualquer maneira, mesmo que desejemos retê-las para sempre.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aprendi, afinal, que é difícil traçar uma linha entre ser gentil, não ferir as pessoas, e saber lutar pelas coisas em que acredito.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/754090498621669936-568905295667642084?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/568905295667642084/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=568905295667642084' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/568905295667642084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/568905295667642084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/2011/04/aprendi.html' title='Aprendi....'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06001941842086007101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-6829563963545983419</id><published>2011-04-01T01:49:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T19:30:41.524+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos de Varios Autores'/><title type='text'>Coragem e Força de Vontade</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;img src="http://www.caiofabio.net/Arquivo/Image/grac_coragem.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"...Coragem pode atrair medo e adulação, mas força de vontade requer paciência e compromisso. Homens e mulheres com imensa força de vontade são geralmente solitários, porque transparecem frieza..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Paulo Coelho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;"O ALEPH"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/754090498621669936-6829563963545983419?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/6829563963545983419/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=6829563963545983419' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/6829563963545983419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/6829563963545983419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/2011/04/coragem-e-forca-de-vontade.html' title='Coragem e Força de Vontade'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06001941842086007101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-6979498877632418146</id><published>2011-03-30T22:59:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T19:32:34.134+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos de Varios Autores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'>Paradoxo da Atualidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; border-collapse: separate; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center; border-collapse: separate; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; paradoxo de nosso tempo na história é que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; border-collapse: separate; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center; border-collapse: separate; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;temos edifícios mais altos, mas pavios mais curtos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; border-collapse: separate; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center; border-collapse: separate; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;auto-estradas mais largas, mas pontos de vista mais estreitos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; border-collapse: separate; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center; border-collapse: separate; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;gastamos mais, mas  temos menos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; border-collapse: separate; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center; border-collapse: separate; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;nós compramos mais, mas desfrutamos menos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; border-collapse: separate; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center; border-collapse: separate; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Temos casas maiores e famílias menores;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; border-collapse: separate; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center; border-collapse: separate; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;mais conveniências, mas menos tempo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;temos mais graus académicos, mas menos senso;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; border-collapse: separate; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center; border-collapse: separate; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;mais conhecimento e menos poder de julgamento;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; border-collapse: separate; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center; border-collapse: separate; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;mais proficiência, porém mais problemas;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; border-collapse: separate; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center; border-collapse: separate; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;mais medicina, mas menos saúde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; border-collapse: separate; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center; border-collapse: separate; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ebemos demais, fumamos demais,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; border-collapse: separate; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center; border-collapse: separate; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;gastamos de forma perdulária,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; border-collapse: separate; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center; border-collapse: separate; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;rimos  de  menos, dirigimos rápido demais,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; border-collapse: separate; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center; border-collapse: separate; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;nos irritamos  muito facilmente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; border-collapse: separate; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center; border-collapse: separate; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ficamos acordados até tarde, acordamos cansados demais,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; border-collapse: separate; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center; border-collapse: separate; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;raramente  paramos para ler um livro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; border-collapse: separate; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center; border-collapse: separate; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ficamos  tempo demais diante da TV e raramente oramos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; border-collapse: separate; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center; border-collapse: separate; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Multiplicamos nossas posses, mas reduzimos nossos valores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; border-collapse: separate; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center; border-collapse: separate; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Falamos demais, amamos raramente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;e odiamos com muita frequência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; border-collapse: separate; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center; border-collapse: separate; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Aprendemos como ganhar a vida, mas não vivemos essa vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; border-collapse: separate; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center; border-collapse: separate; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Adicionamos anos à extensão de nossas vidas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; border-collapse: separate; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center; border-collapse: separate; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;mas não vida à  extensão de nossos anos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; border-collapse: separate; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center; border-collapse: separate; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Já fomos à Lua e dela voltamos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; border-collapse: separate; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center; border-collapse: separate; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;mas temos dificuldade em atravessar a rua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; border-collapse: separate; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center; border-collapse: separate; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;e nos encontrarmos com nosso novo vizinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; border-collapse: separate; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center; border-collapse: separate; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;onquistamos o espaço exterior,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; border-collapse: separate; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center; border-collapse: separate; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;mas não nosso espaço interior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; border-collapse: separate; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center; border-collapse: separate; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Fizemos coisas maiores, mas não coisas melhores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Limpamos o ar, mas poluímos a alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; border-collapse: separate; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center; border-collapse: separate; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Dividimos o átomo, mas não nossos preconceitos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; border-collapse: separate; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center; border-collapse: separate; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Escrevemos mais, mas aprendemos menos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Planeamos mais, mas realizamos menos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center; border-collapse: separate; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center; border-collapse: separate; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;prendemos a correr contra o tempo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center; border-collapse: separate; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;mas não a esperar com paciência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center; border-collapse: separate; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Temos maiores rendimentos, mas menor padrão  moral.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center; border-collapse: separate; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Temos mais comida, mas menos apaziguamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center; border-collapse: separate; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Construímos mais computadores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center; border-collapse: separate; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;para armazenar mais informações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center; border-collapse: separate; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;para produzir mais cópias do que nunca,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center; border-collapse: separate; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;mas temos menos comunicação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center; border-collapse: separate; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Tivemos avanços na quantidade, mas não em qualidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; border-collapse: separate; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center; border-collapse: separate; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;stes são tempos de refeições rápidas e digestão lenta;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;de homens altos e carácter baixo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: separate; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center; border-collapse: separate; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;lucros expressivos, mas relacionamentos rasos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center; border-collapse: separate; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Estes são tempos em que se almeja paz mundial,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center; border-collapse: separate; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;mas perdura a guerra no lares;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center; border-collapse: separate; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;temos mais lazer, mas menos diversão;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center; border-collapse: separate; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;maior variedade de tipos de comida, mas menos nutrição.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center; border-collapse: separate; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;São dias de duas fontes de  renda, mas de mais divórcios;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center; border-collapse: separate; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;de residências mais belas, mas lares quebrados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center; border-collapse: separate; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center; border-collapse: separate; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ão dias de viagens rápidas, fraldas descartáveis,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center; border-collapse: separate; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;moralidade também descartável, ficadas de uma só noite,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center; border-collapse: separate; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;corpos acima do peso, e pílulas que fazem de tudo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center; border-collapse: separate; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;alegrar, aquietar, matar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center; border-collapse: separate; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center; border-collapse: separate; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/4MHWjg5xV4E" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Há sempre alguma coisa que podemos fazer....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/754090498621669936-6979498877632418146?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/6979498877632418146/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=6979498877632418146' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/6979498877632418146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/6979498877632418146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/2011/03/paradoxo-da-actualidade.html' title='Paradoxo da Atualidade'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06001941842086007101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/4MHWjg5xV4E/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-8446105811059708607</id><published>2011-03-30T21:34:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T21:57:44.195+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos de Patrícia'/><title type='text'>Estranhamente estranha....</title><content type='html'>Estranha, sinto-me estranha, sinto-me uma estranha!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Lembro-me do que era tão importante para mim; estar presente neste blog, partilhar com ele todos os meus pensamentos/Sentimentos, num dia de sol, pegar no carro ir até a praia gozar um pouco de sol, sentar-me numa esplanada, ler um livro, sentir o sol renovar-me, levar todas as más energias.  Escrever, era fluido, pura e simplesmente as letras desenhavam-se no papel criando um discurso único, olhar o mar reflectir-me nas ondas e sonhar com a rebentação, a espuma, as gaivotas. Ao longo do ano vou deixando tudo isto para fazer nas ferias, ter tempo para mim e aproveitar para fazer todas as coisas que são tão importantes mas deixadas para depois.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Agora, finalmente tenho uns dias de ferias mas sinto-me sugada pela sociedade, já não sou a mesma....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Tento escrever, preciso de me soltar de renascer de novo, mas até as palavras custam a formar-se umas a seguir as outras, não encaixam, não como antigamente.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todos temos de nos adaptar às novas rotinas, novas fases da vida isso é um facto, mas deixarmos de ser quem éramos?! A nossa essência, aquilo que que nos revelava... tenho de combater estas mudanças... Não posso deixar que a rotina e a sociedade me absorvam desta forma!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/754090498621669936-8446105811059708607?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/8446105811059708607/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=8446105811059708607' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/8446105811059708607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/8446105811059708607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/2011/03/estranha-sinto-me-estranha-sinto-me-uma.html' title='Estranhamente estranha....'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06001941842086007101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-1238292465790532107</id><published>2011-02-08T18:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-08T18:21:40.381Z</updated><title type='text'>Solidão - Paulo Coelho</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1a_bMy1K4nk?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo o que ele diz... toca cá dentro...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); line-height: 16px; "&gt;O amor é tudo, Amor é asas, Amor é Momento, Amor é sede, Amor é agua, Amor é mundo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amor é alimento, Amor é corpo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amor é alma, Amor é magia, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amor é do vento eternamente.&lt;/div&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/754090498621669936-5316546510303036718?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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abrangendo um assunto que é do meu interesse e acredito que o de muitos, a história da moda, pretendo voltar a este assunto muitas vezes aqui, e nesta edição venho falar dos grandes nomes a acontecimentos que marcaram uma década com muito glamour, inovações, festas, dança, conquistas femininas e que finalizou com uma grande tragédia, os anos 20.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="color: rgb(136, 73, 183); font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(136, 73, 183); font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(136, 73, 183); font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cg2hGpD2NAY/R7ekr4CCgRI/AAAAAAAAADA/mCuLXCMoj7U/s1600-h/moda+sec19.bmp" style="color: rgb(137, 45, 134); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; "&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167780171113201938" height="232" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cg2hGpD2NAY/R7ekr4CCgRI/AAAAAAAAADA/mCuLXCMoj7U/s320/moda+sec19.bmp" width="180" border="0" style="border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; padding-top: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 4px; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(128, 0, 64); border-right-color: rgb(128, 0, 64); border-bottom-color: rgb(128, 0, 64); border-left-color: rgb(128, 0, 64); float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(136, 73, 183); font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(136, 73, 183); font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(136, 73, 183); font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Até o final dos anos 10, imperava na moda a silhueta "S", o busto reforçado e bumbum desenhado pra trás, onde a peça principal era o espartilho, essas roupas limitavam os movimentos da mulher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(136, 73, 183); font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(136, 73, 183); "&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(136, 73, 183); font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(136, 73, 183); "&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(136, 73, 183); font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(136, 73, 183); "&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(136, 73, 183); font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(136, 73, 183); font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Com a Primeira Guerra Mundial (1914-8), as mulheres se viram obrigadas a trabalhar, e dar a volta por cima, afinal muitas famílias haviam perdido todos os seus homens e estas precisavam sobreviver de algum modo. As enormes saias, onde se gastavam muitos metros de tecido, teriam de ficar menores, surgiu a calça saia, para facilitar as mulheres andas de bicicleta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(136, 73, 183); font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(136, 73, 183); font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(136, 73, 183); font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(136, 73, 183); font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(136, 73, 183); font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Foi observando &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cg2hGpD2NAY/R7fDyICCgZI/AAAAAAAAAEA/u-S98iKMwow/s1600-h/anos+20.bmp" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167814363347845522" height="237" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cg2hGpD2NAY/R7fDyICCgZI/AAAAAAAAAEA/u-S98iKMwow/s320/anos+20.bmp" width="169" border="0" style="border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; padding-top: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 4px; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(128, 0, 64); border-right-color: rgb(128, 0, 64); border-bottom-color: rgb(128, 0, 64); border-left-color: rgb(128, 0, 64); float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; width: 180px; height: 253px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;estas necessidades que com estilo e elegância, Gabrielle "Coco" Chanel revolucionou a década de 20, libertando a mulher dos trajes desconfortáveis, como as faixas e cintas, os espartilhos apertados, as saias amplas de múltiplos babados e franzidos do final do século 19.Livre dos espartilhos, a mulher começava a ter mais liberdade e já se permitia mostrar as pernas, o colo e usar maquilagem. A silhueta agora era tubular, com os vestidos mais curtos, leves e elegantes, geralmente em seda, deixando braços e costas à mostra, o que facilitava os movimentos. As meias eram em tons de bege, sugerindo pernas nuas. O chapéu, até então acessório obrigatório, ficou restrito ao uso diurno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Cortes retos, capas, blazers, cardigãs, colares compridos, boinas e cabelos curtos. Faziam parte de todos os lançamentos com sucesso que marcaram a vida de Chanel. A bolsa com alças de corrente dourada, o colar de pérolas, o tailleur e o vestido preto são os símbolos de elegância e status que marcaram para sempre a história da moda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(136, 73, 183); font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(136, 73, 183); font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(136, 73, 183); font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(136, 73, 183); font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cg2hGpD2NAY/R7eo84CCgTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/osKMX_Zcgm4/s1600-h/chanel+n%C2%BA5.bmp" style="color: rgb(137, 45, 134); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 22px; "&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167784861217489202" height="202" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cg2hGpD2NAY/R7eo84CCgTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/osKMX_Zcgm4/s320/chanel+n%C2%BA5.bmp" width="171" border="0" style="border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; padding-top: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 4px; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(128, 0, 64); border-right-color: rgb(128, 0, 64); border-bottom-color: rgb(128, 0, 64); border-left-color: rgb(128, 0, 64); float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; width: 152px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(136, 73, 183); font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Mas foi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;o seu perfume, o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://almanaque.folha.uol.com.br/" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Chanel nº 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; tido como o mais vendido no mundo, que a tornou milionária.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; "&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; "&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Observando a necessidade de economia e com a escassez de tecidos mais nobres, em 1916, Chanel introduziu na alta-costura o jérsei de malha, os trajes de tecidos xadrez e a moda escocesa, com blusas de malha fina, as calças boca-de-sino, as jaquetas curtas e os casacos cruzados na frente e acinturados em estilo militar. Foi ela também quem introduziu as falsas jóias ao mundo da moda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cg2hGpD2NAY/R7e2s4CCgYI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vXDjYAv_muQ/s1600-h/coco+chanel.bmp" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; "&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167799979502371202" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cg2hGpD2NAY/R7e2s4CCgYI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vXDjYAv_muQ/s320/coco+chanel.bmp" border="0" style="border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; padding-top: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 4px; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(128, 0, 64); border-right-color: rgb(128, 0, 64); border-bottom-color: rgb(128, 0, 64); border-left-color: rgb(128, 0, 64); float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Para a noite, Chanel criou vestidos em negro metálico, vermelho escarlate ou bege. Laços e paetês eram os únicos enfeites e não impedia que as mulheres se movimentassem com rapidez, ágeis como pedia a estética de um século onde tudo se tornava automatizado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;O vestido negro, simples, com gola e mangas largas e punhos, a jaqueta de corte reto e a saia simples foram inovações da estilista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; "&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;O nascimento do chamado "pretinho básico" data de 1926, quando uma ilustração na revista "Vogue" mostrava o vestido desenhado por Chanel, o primeiro entre vários que iria produzir ao longo de sua carreira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cg2hGpD2NAY/R7ez14CCgWI/AAAAAAAAADo/bKjgmUi8_s8/s1600-h/Suzanne_Lenglen.jpg" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; "&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167796835586310498" height="223" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cg2hGpD2NAY/R7ez14CCgWI/AAAAAAAAADo/bKjgmUi8_s8/s320/Suzanne_Lenglen.jpg" width="138" border="0" style="border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; padding-top: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 4px; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(128, 0, 64); border-right-color: rgb(128, 0, 64); border-bottom-color: rgb(128, 0, 64); border-left-color: rgb(128, 0, 64); float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Esta década também é chamada de "A era do Jazz", uma década de liberdade, animada pelo som das jazz-bands e pelo charme das melindrosas - mulheres modernas (Essas libertas de todo peso das roupas e da submissão do século19). Agora mulher sensual era aquela sem curvas, seios e quadris pequenos. A atenção agora estava voltada para os tornozelos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Em 1927, Jacques Doucet, um figurinista francês, subiu as saias ao ponto de mostrar as ligas rendadas das mulheres, um escândalo para os mais conservadores, esta década também foi marcada pelas inovações na moda praia de Jean Patou, que também criava roupas para atrizes famosas e principalmente para a estrela tenista Suzanne Lengle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; "&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cg2hGpD2NAY/R7ez2ICCgXI/AAAAAAAAADw/St7tNAPR-WQ/s1600-h/semana+de+arte+moderna.bmp" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; "&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167796839881277810" height="199" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cg2hGpD2NAY/R7ez2ICCgXI/AAAAAAAAADw/St7tNAPR-WQ/s320/semana+de+arte+moderna.bmp" width="160" border="0" style="border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; padding-top: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 4px; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(128, 0, 64); border-right-color: rgb(128, 0, 64); border-bottom-color: rgb(128, 0, 64); border-left-color: rgb(128, 0, 64); float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; width: 121px; height: 145px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;No Brasil em 1922 aconteceu a Semana de Arte Moderna, que levou ao Teatro Municipal de São Paulo artistas plásticos, arquitetos, escritores, compositores e intérpretes, que foram recebidos, ao mesmo tempo, por aplausos e vaias, este foi o grande acontecimento cultural do período, que lançou as bases para a busca de uma identidade brasileira, que começou nos anos 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Esta também foi a era das inovações tecnológicas, a eletricidade, a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cg2hGpD2NAY/R7ez14CCgVI/AAAAAAAAADg/SmJl-glsSBM/s1600-h/amarican+way+of+life.bmp" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; "&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167796835586310482" height="174" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cg2hGpD2NAY/R7ez14CCgVI/AAAAAAAAADg/SmJl-glsSBM/s320/amarican+way+of+life.bmp" width="220" border="0" style="border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; padding-top: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 4px; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(128, 0, 64); border-right-color: rgb(128, 0, 64); border-bottom-color: rgb(128, 0, 64); border-left-color: rgb(128, 0, 64); float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;modernização das fábricas, o rádio e o início do cinema falado, que principalmente nos Estados Unidos, criou um clima de prosperidade sem precedentes, constituindo um dos pilares chamado "American way of life" (O estilo de vida Americano), e até hoje podemos ver estes traços, em filmes tipicamente Americanos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;A bela euforia dos anos 20 chegou ao fim no dia 29 de outubro de 1929, com a queda da bolsa de Nova York, de um dia para o outro as pessoas viram a economia do mundo todo ser afetada. E os anos seguintes ficaram conhecidos como a Grande Depressão, caracterizados por inúmeras falências, desemprego e desespero...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; "&gt;Abraços Marina Schuch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(informação retirada do blog : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://whopy.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;http://whopy.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/754090498621669936-608038210902437446?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://whopy.blogspot.com' title='A moda nos anos 20!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/608038210902437446/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=608038210902437446' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/608038210902437446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/608038210902437446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/2010/11/moda-nos-anos-20.html' title='A moda nos anos 20!'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06001941842086007101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cg2hGpD2NAY/R7ekr4CCgRI/AAAAAAAAADA/mCuLXCMoj7U/s72-c/moda+sec19.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-7551352806631568471</id><published>2010-09-30T19:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T20:12:14.397+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dedicatórias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos de Patrícia'/><title type='text'>A ti, por Ti, para TI...</title><content type='html'>Hoje sonhei com o mar e o seu infinito, sonhei com os peixes que nadam felizes sobre as suas águas, com estrelas que se apegam às rochas apreciando o nascer e o por do sol através dos reflexos de luz.&lt;br /&gt; Senti saudades tuas, saudades de me sentar contigo em silencio na areia da praia apreciando também o por do sol, saudades de quando lias nos meus olhos a minha felicidade ou interpretavas as minhas lágrimas mesmo sem elas caírem. Senti saudades de acordar de manhã e correr para um abraço e um sorriso de parabéns. Então sorri e desejei mentalmente que estivesses feliz, que tivesses encontrado a tua luz e a tua paz.&lt;br /&gt; Cada dia que passa torna-se mais difícil viver sem o teu abraço, sem o teu sorriso, sem o teu ser, deveria ser o contrario, pelo menos a maioria diz que o tempo ajuda a sarar as feridas, que acabamos por nos habituar à ausência mas, a verdade é que esta é uma ferida que não cicatriza, que aumenta a cada dia que passa e o tempo só trás ainda mais saudades. Recompensa-me sentir que me acompanhas todos os dias nos sorrisos e nas lágrimas, recompensa-me ouvir-te falar no fundo do meu coração e é por isso que me levanto todas as manhãs com a força de enfrentar mais um dia, porque tu estarás sempre comigo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta é a minha forma de te desejar os parabéns, se bem que os parabéns são a comemoração de um nascimento e a vitoria de mais um ano de vida e isso só comemoro dentro do meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um Beijo para ti, ou à tua maneira, um beijoco!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/754090498621669936-7551352806631568471?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/7551352806631568471/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=7551352806631568471' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/7551352806631568471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/7551352806631568471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/2010/09/ti-por-ti-para-ti.html' title='A ti, por Ti, para TI...'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06001941842086007101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-6660545410558324390</id><published>2010-09-07T21:35:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T21:58:48.565+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos de Patrícia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos by Patrícia'/><title type='text'>Sonhos e Realidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/TIalrbrbBAI/AAAAAAAAAvI/xwytpABmi0A/s1600/PC120140-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/TIalrbrbBAI/AAAAAAAAAvI/xwytpABmi0A/s320/PC120140-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514276959344591874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou um ser de sonhos...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....sonhos que fluem quando os pensamentos te encontram, que se realizam quando os teus lábios tocam os meus, sonhos que não esqueço quando adormeço nem ignoro quando a realidade chama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Realidade, o que é a realidade se não a parte real, a parte consciente dos sonhos, mas mesmo assim, quem garante que até a própria realidade não seja um mero sonho...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; ...não interessa, o que importa agora é que apenas o teu e o meu sorriso sejam reais, que se cruzem, que se encontrem, que no meio de um sonho a realidade nos deixe fazer amor e que no meio da realidade o sonho nunca deixe de existir, porque o sonho é a minha vida, tu és a minha vida, logo o meu sonho e eu sonho todos os dias com o nosso amor, com a nossa felicidade e concretizo-a quando me apercebo que afinal o sonho é real, tu és real, o amor é real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Dizem que a realidade é crua, é dura, que nos impede de sonhar e nos corta o sonho a meio, não, não é verdade, a realidade só impede que nós tornemos os sonhos um mero sonho impossível de realizar, põe-nos os pés na terra para que possamos sentir o equilíbrio do chão, mas nunca nos impede de continuar a sonhar....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Por isso eu sonho, construo sonhos e realizo todos os eles, sonho contigo e encontro-te a cada beijo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Patrícia Silva&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/754090498621669936-6660545410558324390?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/6660545410558324390/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=6660545410558324390' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/6660545410558324390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/6660545410558324390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/2010/09/sonhos-e-realidade.html' title='Sonhos e Realidade'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06001941842086007101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/TIalrbrbBAI/AAAAAAAAAvI/xwytpABmi0A/s72-c/PC120140-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-6291268348737680</id><published>2010-06-07T21:49:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T21:54:43.431+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos de Patrícia'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mguidoni.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/porta-1.jpg?w=207&amp;amp;h=300"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 207px; height: 299px;" src="http://mguidoni.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/porta-1.jpg?w=207&amp;amp;h=300" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando a felicidade nos bate a porta só temos de ser bons anfitriões....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/754090498621669936-6291268348737680?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/6291268348737680/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=6291268348737680' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/6291268348737680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/6291268348737680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/2010/06/quando-felicidade-nos-bate-porta-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06001941842086007101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-5372707923297133824</id><published>2010-05-29T11:46:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T21:56:03.119+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dedicatórias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musica'/><title type='text'>Jamie Cullum - I get a kick out of you</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mFdHZ-wzGM0&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mFdHZ-wzGM0&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lembra-me de ti, de nós, aquele dia especial =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/754090498621669936-5372707923297133824?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/5372707923297133824/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-3684639552290287308</id><published>2010-05-23T21:43:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T21:57:20.674+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letras De Musicas'/><title type='text'>Nada mais importa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;l&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bAsA00-5KoI&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bAsA00-5KoI&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(85, 85, 85); line-height: 16px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:22px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal;  font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div id="letra_original" style="width: 320px; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; color: rgb(163, 163, 163); text-align: right; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: left; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: 400; text-transform: none; letter-spacing: normal; color: rgb(163, 163, 163); display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85);  font-style: normal;  font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:22px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal;  font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div id="letra_traducao" style="width: 320px; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; color: rgb(104, 104, 104); display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;h3 style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: 400; text-transform: none; letter-spacing: normal; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); text-align: inherit; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 16px; font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:6;color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 16px;font-size:22px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(104, 104, 104); line-height: 16px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;h3  style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px;  font-weight: 400; text-transform: none; letter-spacing: normal; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-style: italic; text-align: inherit; font-size:22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(104, 104, 104); font-style: normal;  font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;h3  style="text-align: center;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; text-transform: none; letter-spacing: normal; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size:22px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Nada Mais Importa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Tão perto, não importa o quão distante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Não poderia ser muito mais do coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Eternamente confiando em quem somos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;E nada mais importa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Nunca me abri deste jeito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;A vida é nossa, nós vivemos da nossa maneira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Todas estas palavras, eu não simplesmente digo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;E nada mais importa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Confiança eu procuro e encontro em você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Todo dia para nós algo novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Abra a mente para uma visão diferente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;E nada mais importa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Nunca me importei com o que eles fazem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Nunca me importei com o que eles sabem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Mas eu sei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:100%;color:#686868;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: normal;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:6;color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:22px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal;  font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&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/754090498621669936-3684639552290287308?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/3684639552290287308/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=3684639552290287308' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/3684639552290287308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/3684639552290287308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/2010/05/nada-mais-importa.html' title='Nada mais importa...'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06001941842086007101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-1457214305700786646</id><published>2010-04-11T22:19:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T21:59:12.001+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos de Patrícia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos by Patrícia'/><title type='text'>Por hoje...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/S8I__L28OdI/AAAAAAAAAuw/k9DCLR9kguU/s1600/P4050017-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/S8I__L28OdI/AAAAAAAAAuw/k9DCLR9kguU/s320/P4050017-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458996053074000338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Só porque não sei como vai ser amanha, o que vou dizer, o que vou pensar, como vou reagir....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;questiono todas as decisões que tomei, arrependo-me?! devo arrepender-me?! existem motivos?! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Esqueço isso, sigo em frente, duvidas surgem mas, quem não as tem, saudades apertam mas decisões foram tomadas irreversivelmente. A solidão torna-se a companheira, desta vez não vou fugir, preciso dela, das suas respostas e da sua companhia, venha o que vier sei que estou preparada, ou não, talvez não saiba, talvez não esteja mas hei-de estar, um dia estarei, tentarei responder, reagir, viver a minha maneira.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; Amanhã.... mais um dia está a chegar, mais um dia me afasta do passado e me aproxima do futuro...&lt;/i&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/754090498621669936-1457214305700786646?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/1457214305700786646/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=1457214305700786646' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/1457214305700786646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/1457214305700786646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/2010/04/por-hoje.html' title='Por hoje...'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06001941842086007101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/S8I__L28OdI/AAAAAAAAAuw/k9DCLR9kguU/s72-c/P4050017-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-6657104002228388227</id><published>2010-04-08T22:15:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T21:59:27.843+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos de Varios Autores'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.paoquentinho.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/mascara-150x150.png" alt="Marcara" /&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="color:#FFCC99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;"...as cicatrizes lembram-nos de onde estivemos, mas não tem de ditar para onde vamos..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/754090498621669936-6657104002228388227?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/6657104002228388227/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=6657104002228388227' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/6657104002228388227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/6657104002228388227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post_08.html' title=''/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06001941842086007101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-2404613584447915272</id><published>2010-03-23T18:37:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-03-23T18:37:47.583Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musica'/><title type='text'>Donna Maria - Quase Perfeito</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7V0Da6HYdA8&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7V0Da6HYdA8&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&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/754090498621669936-2404613584447915272?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/2404613584447915272/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=2404613584447915272' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/2404613584447915272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/2404613584447915272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/2010/03/donna-maria-quase-perfeito.html' title='Donna Maria - Quase Perfeito'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06001941842086007101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-2736029953102438900</id><published>2010-03-23T12:42:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-03-23T18:38:19.347Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos de Varios Autores'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blufiles.storage.live.com/y1p2lYrilVsLaGqywMcQ5OmdJ7EsRAD1vemx4rac-tnrkfof4jGTmHngtElRlYWw9IKcVvni-Rv2eA"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 274px;" src="http://blufiles.storage.live.com/y1p2lYrilVsLaGqywMcQ5OmdJ7EsRAD1vemx4rac-tnrkfof4jGTmHngtElRlYWw9IKcVvni-Rv2eA" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;´Nunca sabemos para onde vamos. Nunca sabemos até onde podemos chegar, nunca conhecemos os nossos passos, mesmo quando pensamos que escolhemos os melhores caminhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;Tu vens e vais como um pássaro, voas como quem anda, ficas como quem mora e, quando partes, nunca dizes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;adeus. Penso sempre que é a última vez, mas depois há uma força que te faz voltar, e a cada regresso trazes-me mais conforto, mais paz, mais sabedoria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;O que te faz voar até mim é um mistério que o mundo não consegue resolver.´&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/754090498621669936-2736029953102438900?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/2736029953102438900/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=2736029953102438900' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/2736029953102438900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/2736029953102438900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/2010/03/nunca-sabemos-para-onde-vamos.html' title=''/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06001941842086007101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-4251646358911775603</id><published>2010-03-23T12:22:00.008Z</published><updated>2010-03-23T18:38:49.163Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos de Patrícia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos by Patrícia'/><title type='text'>PrImAvErA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/S6i0Ei4RGzI/AAAAAAAAAuo/xyHT8zo7lNs/s1600-h/P3270164.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/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/S6i0Ei4RGzI/AAAAAAAAAuo/xyHT8zo7lNs/s320/P3270164.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451805339107269426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;Hoje sinto que a primavera chegou mesmo de verdade, estou em sintonia com as flores, com o céu, as cores, a brisa de ar ameno sobre o mar, as gaivotas....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt; A primavera tem sempre esta capacidade, de me renovar por dentro, como renova as flores e as ressuscita de novo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Um bom dia para todos =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/754090498621669936-4251646358911775603?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/4251646358911775603/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=4251646358911775603' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/4251646358911775603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/4251646358911775603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/2010/03/primavera.html' title='PrImAvErA'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06001941842086007101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/S6i0Ei4RGzI/AAAAAAAAAuo/xyHT8zo7lNs/s72-c/P3270164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-7428060511105892587</id><published>2010-03-22T16:58:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-03-23T18:39:13.792Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos de Varios Autores'/><title type='text'>Vale a pena perder dois minutos neste pensamento....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YpKuwYjJGwA/Sw7cdrSg0VI/AAAAAAAABgw/3yutjL3Oh4o/s1600/mulheresculpindote7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 481px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YpKuwYjJGwA/Sw7cdrSg0VI/AAAAAAAABgw/3yutjL3Oh4o/s1600/mulheresculpindote7.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CM5fcRkxYcA/R-7MkSPwbmI/AAAAAAAAAF8/gHzt22J_ktU/s320/683440.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;"Não estás deprimido....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; Não estás deprimido, estás distraído...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; Distraído em relação à vida que preenche, distraído em relação à vida que te rodeia, golfinhos, bosques, mares, montanhas, rios....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; Não caias como caiu teu irmão que sofre por um único ser humano, quando existem cinco biliões e seiscentos milhões no mundo. Além de tudo não é assim tão mau viver só. Eu fico bem decidindo a cada instante o que desejo fazer e graças à solidão conheço-me... o que é fundamental para viver. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; Não faças o que fez teu pai, que se sente velho porque tem setenta anos e esquece-se que Moisés comandou o êxodo aos oitenta e Rubinstein interpretava Chopin com uma mestria sem igual aos noventa, para citar apenas dois casos conhecidos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; Não estás deprimido, estás distraído, por isso acreditas que perdeste algo, o que é impossível porque tudo te foi dado. Não fizeste um só cabelo da tua cabeça, portanto não és dono de coisa alguma. Além disso, a vida não te tira coisas; te liberta de coisas... alivia-te para que possas voar mais alto, para que alcances a plenitude. Do útero ao túmulo, vivemos numa escola, por isso, o que chamas de problemas são apenas lições. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; Não perdeste coisa alguma: Aquele que morre apenas está adiantado em relação a nós, porque todos vamos na mesma direcção. E não esqueças que o melhor dele, o amor, continua vivo em teu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; Não existe a morte... apenas a mudança. E do outro lado te esperam pessoas maravilhosas: Gandhi, o arcanjo Miguel, Whitman, Santo Agostinho, Madre Teresa, teu avô e minha mãe, que acreditava que a pobreza estás mais próxima do amor, porque o dinheiro nos distrai com coisas demais e nos magoa, porque no torna desconfiados. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; Faz apenas o que amas e serás feliz. Aquele que faz o que ama, está benditamente condenado ao sucesso, que chegará quando for a hora, porque o que deve ser será, e chegará de forma natural. Não faças coisa alguma por obrigação ou por compromisso, apenas por amor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; Então terás plenitude, e nessa plenitude tudo é possível sem esforço, porque és movido pela força natural da vida, a mesma que me ergueu quando caiu o avião que levava a minha mulher e a minha filha, a mesma que me manteve vivo quando os médicos me deram 3 ou 4 meses de vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; Deus te tornou responsável por um ser humano, que és tu. Deves trazer liberdade e felicidade para ti mesmo. E só então poderás compartilhar a vida verdadeira com todos os outros, lembra-te: "amarás o próximo como a ti mesmo". Reconcilia-te contigo, coloca-te em frente ao espelho e pensa que esta criatura que vês é uma obra de Deus, e decide então nesse exacto momento ser feliz, porque a felicidade é uma aquisição. Aliás a felicidade não é um direito, mas um dever, porque se não fores feliz, estarás levando amargura para todos os teus vizinhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; Um único homem que não possui talento e valor para viver, mandou matar 6.000.000 de judeus, seus irmãos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; Existem tantas coisas para experimentar, e a nossa passagem pela terra é tão curta, que sofrer é uma perda de tempo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; E se estás com cancro ou sida, podem acontecer duas coisas, e ambas são positivas: se a doença ganha, te liberta do corpo que é cheio de processos (tenho fome, tenho frio, tenho sono, tenho vontades, tenho razão, tenho duvidas)... Se tu vences, serás mais humilde, mais agradecido... Portanto, facilmente feliz, livre do enorme peso de culpa, da responsabilidade e da vaidade, disposto a viver cada instante profundamente, como deve ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; Não estás deprimido, estás desocupado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; Ajuda a criança que precisa de ti, ajuda os velhos e os jovens te ajudarão quando for a tua vez. Alias, o serviço prestado é uma forma segura de ser feliz, como é gostar da natureza e cuidar dela para aqueles que virão. Dá sem medida e receberás sem medida. Ama até te tornares amado, mais ainda, converte-te no próprio amor. E não te deixes enganar por alguns homicidas e suicidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; O bem é maioria, mas não se percebe porque é silencioso. Uma bomba faz mais barulho que uma caricia, porém, para cada bomba que destrói há milhares de caricias que alimentam a vida. Vale a pena não é mesmo?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Quando a vida te trouxer mil razões para chorar, mostra que tens mil e uma razões para sorrir" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;Facundo Cabral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; 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font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span title="estarás sempre comigo para sempre" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Somewhere over the rainbow, I discovered the secret to make some dreams como true. It's my chance, never give up... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&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-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&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-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;...you will always be with me, forever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/754090498621669936-7909838144863766703?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/7909838144863766703/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=7909838144863766703' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/7909838144863766703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/7909838144863766703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/2010/03/over-rainbow.html' title='...Over the rainbow...'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06001941842086007101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4cMesdhpIUI/SbvQ5TzCfPI/AAAAAAAAAOI/_3xsUwvx3kw/s72-c/Olhos_Arco_iris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-908401291831024094</id><published>2010-03-08T21:38:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-03-23T18:39:51.428Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos de Patrícia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos by Patrícia'/><title type='text'>3 anos de mudanças</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/S5Vuv023EWI/AAAAAAAAAug/lyjIIVQeMWE/s1600-h/...+003.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/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/S5Vuv023EWI/AAAAAAAAAug/lyjIIVQeMWE/s320/...+003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446381092296135010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; 3 anos passaram, hoje é a primeira noite, a primeira noite numa nova casa, numa nova aldeia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Uma nova vida vem a caminho, cheia de mudanças, mudanças marcantes, tristes, poucas alegres, em 22 anos de vida talvez estes 3 sejam os que jamais irei esquecer, para trás ficou uma casa, um lugar, uma vida cheia de memórias felizes, algumas menos, mas comparando com estas que trago agora, todas as outras eram boas, a infância, a família, o primeiro amor, as amizades. Para trás tive de deixar tudo isto que me construiu e agora me destrói.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Hoje é o primeiro dia, a primeira noite, lembro-me de um café à tarde, as ultimas mudanças no inicio da noite, o deitar e adormecer num novo lugar, com a família. Neste dia ainda tudo era perfeito, tinha o mundo e as esperanças do futuro na minha mão, agora tudo isto se desvaneceu, já não sou a mesma, não consigo, não posso ser....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Tenho vontade de gritar, de fazer o tempo voltar atrás, de mudar umas quantas coisas. Jamais me teria separado de ti, teria chegado mais cedo, teria falado, provavelmente teria levado uma bala na cabeça também, mas o que importa?! trago-a comigo no coração todos os dias, tenho vontade de mudar as coisas mas acredito que elas tinham de ter acontecido assim. Tenho de aprender a lidar com as minhas perdas, os meus ressentimentos, as minhas memórias, as minhas falhas, as minhas dores... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Hoje relembro um dia que marcou muitas mudanças e sinto em mim que preciso de mudar outras quantas coisas, hoje, três anos depois...............................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/754090498621669936-908401291831024094?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/908401291831024094/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=908401291831024094' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que estejas melhor melhor agora, sei que vais ser bem recebido!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um beijo grande para ti avô e outro para levares contigo e entregares ao pai...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/754090498621669936-6758696238216073054?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/6758696238216073054/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=6758696238216073054' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/6758696238216073054'/><link rel='self' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos de Patrícia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos by Patrícia'/><title type='text'>Quanto recebes por cada hora de trabalho?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/S0uYAnl6lJI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/_ZelbvBhW4U/s1600-h/P4240023.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/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/S0uYAnl6lJI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/_ZelbvBhW4U/s320/P4240023.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425597312493327506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se te perguntarem quanto recebes por cada hora do teu trabalho responde... talvez alguém queira comprar essa hora do teu tempo!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Será que vale a pena o tempo que desperdiçamos no trabalho para receber mais x euros, desperdiçando o tempo que temos para as pessoas mais importantes da nossa a vida? e mais importante... o que temos para nós próprios....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/754090498621669936-8540392058038996492?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/8540392058038996492/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=8540392058038996492' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/8540392058038996492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/8540392058038996492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/2010/01/quanto-recebes-por-cada-hora-de.html' title='Quanto recebes por cada hora de trabalho?'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06001941842086007101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/S0uYAnl6lJI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/_ZelbvBhW4U/s72-c/P4240023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-6940840005368623965</id><published>2010-01-09T21:25:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-03-23T18:41:18.948Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos de Varios Autores'/><title type='text'>ViVeR</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Ver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;a vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;as pessoas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;As formas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;É um detalhe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;VI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DE BEM COM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;a vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;AMANDO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;as pessoas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;DE TODAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;as formas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;é um detalhe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;QUE FAZ TODA A DIFERENÇA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/754090498621669936-6940840005368623965?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/6940840005368623965/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=6940840005368623965' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/6940840005368623965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/6940840005368623965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/2010/01/viver.html' title='ViVeR'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06001941842086007101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-6113679131848792986</id><published>2009-11-06T20:46:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-03-23T18:43:26.651Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos de Varios Autores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amizade'/><title type='text'>Amigos....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family:Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="   ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://skins.hotbar.com/skins/mailskins/img/Colorf/Colorful_a_prv.gif" width="40" border="0" height="25" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;migo é aquele que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="   ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://skins.hotbar.com/skins/mailskins/img/Colorf/Colorful_b_prv.gif" width="40" border="0" height="25" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;eija você com&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="   ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://skins.hotbar.com/skins/mailskins/img/Colorf/Colorful_c_prv.gif" width="40" border="0" height="25" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;arinho e que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="   ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://skins.hotbar.com/skins/mailskins/img/Colorf/Colorful_d_prv.gif" width="40" border="0" height="25" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;eseja com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="   ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://skins.hotbar.com/skins/mailskins/img/Colorf/Colorful_e_prv.gif" width="40" border="0" height="25" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;ntusiasmo sua&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="   ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://skins.hotbar.com/skins/mailskins/img/Colorf/Colorful_f_prv.gif" width="40" border="0" height="25" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;elicidade,e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="   ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://skins.hotbar.com/skins/mailskins/img/Colorf/Colorful_g_prv.gif" width="40" border="0" height="25" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;arante fidelidade para você.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="   ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://skins.hotbar.com/skins/mailskins/img/Colorf/Colorful_h_prv.gif" width="40" border="0" height="25" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;umilde é o amigo que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="   ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://skins.hotbar.com/skins/mailskins/img/Colorf/Colorful_i_prv.gif" width="40" border="0" height="25" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;ndependentemente de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; qualquer coisa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="   ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://skins.hotbar.com/skins/mailskins/img/Colorf/Colorful_j_prv.gif" width="40" border="0" height="25" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;oga tudo para o alto por você e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="   ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://skins.hotbar.com/skins/mailskins/img/Colorf/Colorful_l_prv.gif" width="40" border="0" height="25" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;arga mão de tudo que seja&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="   ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://skins.hotbar.com/skins/mailskins/img/Colorf/Colorful_m_prv.gif" width="40" border="0" height="25" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;aterial e desnecessário, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="   ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://skins.hotbar.com/skins/mailskins/img/Colorf/Colorful_n_prv.gif" width="40" border="0" height="25" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;aturalmente para cumprir sua &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="   ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://skins.hotbar.com/skins/mailskins/img/Colorf/Colorful_o_prv.gif" width="40" border="0" height="25" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;brigação que é&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="   ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://skins.hotbar.com/skins/mailskins/img/Colorf/Colorful_p_prv.gif" width="40" border="0" height="25" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;roteger a quem lhe protege, e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="   ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://skins.hotbar.com/skins/mailskins/img/Silver/Silver_q_prv.gif" width="33" border="0" height="37" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;uerer bem a quem lhe quer bem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="   ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://skins.hotbar.com/skins/mailskins/img/Colorf/Colorful_r_prv.gif" width="40" border="0" height="25" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;espeitar seu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="   ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://skins.hotbar.com/skins/mailskins/img/Colorf/Colorful_s_prv.gif" width="40" border="0" height="25" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;ilêncio calado,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="   ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://skins.hotbar.com/skins/mailskins/img/Colorf/Colorful_t_prv.gif" width="40" border="0" height="25" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;ransformando sua vida em uma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="   ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://skins.hotbar.com/skins/mailskins/img/Colorf/Colorful_u_prv.gif" width="40" border="0" height="25" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;nica motivação para &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="   ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://skins.hotbar.com/skins/mailskins/img/Colorf/Colorful_v_prv.gif" width="40" border="0" height="25" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;iver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="   ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://skins.hotbar.com/skins/mailskins/img/Colorf/Colorful_x_prv.gif" width="40" border="0" height="25" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;eretando se preciso e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="   ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://skins.hotbar.com/skins/mailskins/img/Colorf/Colorful_z_prv.gif" width="40" border="0" height="25" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;angando-se quando necessário. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/754090498621669936-6113679131848792986?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/6113679131848792986/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=6113679131848792986' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/6113679131848792986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LRz2vwmgGgY/SX5g_L42XsI/AAAAAAAAAmY/r3rQAcUoUxQ/s400/Dance_In_The_Rain_by_Marinshe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LRz2vwmgGgY/SX5g_L42XsI/AAAAAAAAAmY/r3rQAcUoUxQ/s400/Dance_In_The_Rain_by_Marinshe.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;A VIDA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;NÃO&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="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&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="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;É FICAR Á ESPERA&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="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&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="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;QUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; A TEMPESTADE PASSE...&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, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;É APRENDER COMO DANÇAR NA CHUVA&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/754090498621669936-6045610705534583222?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/6045610705534583222/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=6045610705534583222' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-5169568417738984666</id><published>2009-10-29T20:24:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-03-23T18:42:57.797Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cultura'/><title type='text'>Maratona</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Certo dia o filho perguntou ao pai: "Papá, vens correr a maratona comigo?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;O pai respondeu que sim, e ambos correm a primeira maratona juntos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Num outro dia, o filho voltou a perguntar ao pai se queria voltar a correr a maratona com ele, ao que o pai respondeu de novo que sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Correram novamente os dois.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Noutro dia ainda, o filho perguntou ao pai: "Papá, queres correr comigo o Ironman? (O Ironman é uma prova mais difícil. Exige que se nade 4 km, ande de bicicleta 180 km e corra 42 km)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;E o pai disse-lhe que sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:100%;color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   font-weight: normal; white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VJMbk9dtpdY&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VJMbk9dtpdY&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque o amor é isto, a maior recompensa está no sorriso e não há vitória melhor que esta...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/754090498621669936-5169568417738984666?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/5169568417738984666/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=5169568417738984666' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/5169568417738984666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/5169568417738984666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/2009/10/maratona.html' title='Maratona'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06001941842086007101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-6552935846491904322</id><published>2009-10-01T20:48:00.016+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T22:10:44.640+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dedicatórias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos by Patrícia'/><title type='text'>Tontices e sorrisos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Depois do tombo e ainda com a testa vermelha, só para distrair vamos tirar fotos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SsUYATxjBlI/AAAAAAAAAuA/pyU7YrfAwCw/s1600-h/P8220002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SsUYATxjBlI/AAAAAAAAAuA/pyU7YrfAwCw/s320/P8220002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387738922805823058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Diana, faz um sorriso lindo para a Tisse"... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SsUWYItwDLI/AAAAAAAAAt4/R6ndsMv3DWg/s1600-h/P8220020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 317px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SsUWYItwDLI/AAAAAAAAAt4/R6ndsMv3DWg/s320/P8220020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387737133130714290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;..."Tou tonta maluca"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SsUUFRZBr0I/AAAAAAAAAtw/2NA9x_87_Qc/s1600-h/P8220029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SsUUFRZBr0I/AAAAAAAAAtw/2NA9x_87_Qc/s320/P8220029.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387734610018938690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;..."agora as duas"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SsUSvR15_pI/AAAAAAAAAto/9mwSCN7rsww/s1600-h/P8220030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SsUSvR15_pI/AAAAAAAAAto/9mwSCN7rsww/s320/P8220030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387733132671319698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...."com a língua de fora Tisse"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SsUR2R4EIBI/AAAAAAAAAtg/KLwvb8hFFEE/s1600-h/P8220031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SsUR2R4EIBI/AAAAAAAAAtg/KLwvb8hFFEE/s320/P8220031.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387732153427828754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; "- meninas está na hora vamos embora"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Beicinho)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SsUQoGJleBI/AAAAAAAAAtY/rf4b_kSzLtw/s1600-h/P8220032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SsUQoGJleBI/AAAAAAAAAtY/rf4b_kSzLtw/s320/P8220032.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387730810250295314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"só mais uma Tisse só mais uma" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Vamos embora Diana está na hora, estamos todos as espera"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Burrinho preso)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SsUP2wxHQFI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/USt182HWwAg/s1600-h/P8220033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SsUP2wxHQFI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/USt182HWwAg/s320/P8220033.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387729962696917074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...."Um beijinho à Flávia e amanhã há mais"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SsUPCB_dVBI/AAAAAAAAAtI/eV2AW8CxuDU/s1600-h/P8220022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SsUPCB_dVBI/AAAAAAAAAtI/eV2AW8CxuDU/s320/P8220022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387729056787420178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BU&lt;/b&gt;neca lindona- Fotogénica, um beijo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Princesas da minha vida, vocês são lindas, lindas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Adoro-vos muiiiitooooo&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/754090498621669936-6552935846491904322?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/6552935846491904322/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=6552935846491904322' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/6552935846491904322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/6552935846491904322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/2009/10/tontices-e-sorrisos.html' title='Tontices e sorrisos'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06001941842086007101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SsUYATxjBlI/AAAAAAAAAuA/pyU7YrfAwCw/s72-c/P8220002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-1259887771996200071</id><published>2009-10-01T20:12:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T20:40:56.618+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musica'/><title type='text'>Ivete Sangalo - Se eu não te amasse tanto assim</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1ny7bACS5Hg&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1ny7bACS5Hg&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem palavras.... isto é musica, isto é voz, grande espectáculo. Adoro a musica mas assim ao vivo com duas vozes lindas está ainda melhor!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/754090498621669936-1259887771996200071?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/1259887771996200071/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=1259887771996200071' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/1259887771996200071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/1259887771996200071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='Ivete Sangalo - Se eu não te amasse tanto assim'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06001941842086007101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-963818859122634022</id><published>2009-09-30T21:38:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T22:26:08.894+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Anónimo- a tua resposta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;["se o adorasses assim tanto como o soubeste dizer nao tinhas feito o que fizeste, soubeste magoalo de uma maneira mto profunda, ele é uma pessoa que para qualquer lado que va leva aquele lindo sorriso, alegria, boa disposicao, o melhor que ja alguma vez pudias ter encontrado e nao digas que nao sei o que falo pk sei, eu falei mto com ele e custou me velo de rastos, ao menos pudias falar com ele e pedirlhe desculpa ou algo... um conselho se quiseres ser ainda amiga dele, sei que neste momento nem isso ele ira querer de ti... que sejas feliz e nunca te arrependas de ter deixado esta pessoa fantastica uma pessoa por quem eu o gardarei para sempre"]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;intermediários a defender os amigos sem dar a cara ou pelo menos assinar?! uauuuu adorei....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Problemas a resolver são apenas entre mim e ele. Quanto ao que eu fiz ou deixei de fazer também só a nós nos diz respeito. Infelizmente apenas te dás ao trabalho de conhecer um lado da questão, o resto, claro, não interessa e eu nem vou falar das coisas que nos fizeram terminar, porque ele conhece-as muito bem e não estou a falar de pessoas, estou a referir-me apenas a nós dois, conversas, atitudes, palavras, gestos, etc. Mas não me parece que conhecas os verdadeiros motivos porque já ouvi uns "zun-zuns" completamente ao contrario da realidade, se são verdadeiros ou não, não sei, também não fiz questão de esclarecer, nem me importa o que as pessoas pensam porque eu sei e ele também sabe o que realmente se passou mas se quer ou não falar disso é com ele. Mas devo dizer que não gostei do que ouvi, que me magoou e que me custou acreditar que ele pudesse ter dito o que supostamente disse.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; Não estou a dizer que não errei, pelo contrario todos nós erramos muitas vezes, tomamos atitudes precipitadas, agimos por impulso, dizemos o que não queremos, acredita que tenho perfeita consciência de todos os meus erros e acredita que os lamento todos os dias mas não me arrependo nem por um dia de me ter afastado daquela relação/pessoa que sim me fez feliz, de eu gostei mesmo e não foi a toa que pus uma aliança no dedo ou que partilhei com ele tanto da minha vida como ele sabe. Se não tivesse gostado cada minuto que passamos juntos não fazia sentido. Mas aos poucos fui-me desiludindo, afinal ele não era aquela pessoa que eu também conheci de "sorriso lindo&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;alegria e boa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;disposição"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; Não vou, nem quero "justificar-me" ou "defender-me" porque não me importa o que vocês amigo(as) pensam eu sei que estou de consciencia tranquila quanto ao que se passou e quanto a cada motivo que me fez afastar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; Quanto ao ele nem querer ser meu amigo de facto é estranho ainda no outro dia me mandou uma mensagem normalíssima entre dois amigos, mas sim, tens razão porque para duas pessoas serem amigas tem de se falar pessoalmente e não virarem a cara como já fez varias vezes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; E não me parece que tenha de lhe pedir desculpa ou algo do género, não por orgulho porque ele também sabe que já lhe pedi desculpa varias vezes quando achei que cometi algum erro ou que fui injusta de alguma forma. Ele também sabe ou deveria saber que ultima coisa que eu queria era magoa-lo ou faze-lo sofrer e deveria saber também que só lhe desejo tudo de bom e que ele seja muito feliz.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; Para terminar devo dizer que admiro a tua amizade acho bonito defenderes os teus amigos mas lamento que não faças ideia do que vieste aqui escrever.&lt;/i&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/754090498621669936-963818859122634022?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/963818859122634022/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=963818859122634022' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/963818859122634022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/963818859122634022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/2009/09/anonimo-tua-resposta.html' title='Anónimo- a tua resposta...'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06001941842086007101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-2552689269436703988</id><published>2009-09-25T18:11:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T18:23:03.438+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Porque hoje só quero dizer que....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; 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font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vow_FO_4wOc/R6ydmD532eI/AAAAAAAAANc/WiXxWcFFe-o/s400/Smile.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/754090498621669936-2552689269436703988?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/2552689269436703988/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=2552689269436703988' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/2552689269436703988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/2552689269436703988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/2009/09/porque-hoje-so-quero-dizer-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06001941842086007101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vow_FO_4wOc/R6ydmD532eI/AAAAAAAAANc/WiXxWcFFe-o/s72-c/Smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-8972482603264842339</id><published>2009-09-24T21:42:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T22:16:11.714+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos de Patrícia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos by Patrícia'/><title type='text'>Caracois ou não?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SrvetfsdjSI/AAAAAAAAAsg/Ay5308zgRAE/s1600-h/P8100020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SrvetfsdjSI/AAAAAAAAAsg/Ay5308zgRAE/s320/P8100020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385142652635024674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SrvcX7ctdLI/AAAAAAAAAsY/AeioqDz3VB4/s1600-h/P6290002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SrvcX7ctdLI/AAAAAAAAAsY/AeioqDz3VB4/s320/P6290002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385140083104773298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com ou sem caracois???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mais uma mudança deste ano =)&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/754090498621669936-8972482603264842339?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/8972482603264842339/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=8972482603264842339' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/8972482603264842339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/8972482603264842339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/2009/09/caracois-ou-nao.html' title='Caracois ou não?'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06001941842086007101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SrvetfsdjSI/AAAAAAAAAsg/Ay5308zgRAE/s72-c/P8100020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-4184887578258171383</id><published>2009-09-24T20:57:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T21:39:59.547+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dedicatórias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos de Patrícia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos by Patrícia'/><title type='text'>Mais um deslize entre a caneta e o papel...</title><content type='html'>Que noite calma e tranquila, vejo a lua no céu, brilhando com todo o seu esplendor, o céu tão limpo e um calor de verão no inicio do outono. Que noite tranquila...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sentei-me no meu jardim sentindo todo esta harmonia e de papel e caneta na mão comecei a escrever. Escrever sem assunto, apenas escrever pela vontade de sentir a caneta deslizar no papel fazendo-me reflectir um pouco sobre mim, a minha vida, os meus sentimentos, as minhas mudanças.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Pensando nestas palavras olho para o céu com o intuito de reflectir um pouco sobre as próximas palavras e o que vejo eu? - Um ponto de luz deslizando pelo céu calmamente até desaparecer na imensidão do azul nocturno que a noite nos trás. Que momento, que estrela esta que me deixa observa-la pela ultima vez com tanta calma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Se pedi um desejo? Deveria pedir talvez, mas espero apenas que ela tenha sentido todo o meu louvor nesta sua ultima viagem e espero também que eu consiga perceber a mensagem desta estrela que tão calmamente se despediu de mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Agora voltando à minha vida, aos meus sentimentos e às minhas mudanças...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mudanças, palavra certa... Pela memória passa-me cada momento deste ultimo ano, cada desejo, cada objectivo e chego a conclusão que consegui realizar alguns grandes sonhos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;À um ano atrás, desejava um emprego, um carro, desejava harmonizar-me comigo mesma entre tantas outras coisas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje, vejo-me a trabalhar num sitio que gosto (embora me ocupe bastante o tempo o que se faz sentir na quantidade de visitas que faço a este meu canto onde comunico convosco). Finalmente e graças a este meu emprego e aos meus queridos pais, consegui comprar um carro, novinhoooo =D (estou feliz, não é gabarolice, é mesmo orgulho e felicidade por ter conseguido algo que não estava a espera embora desejasse tanto).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Neste ultimo ano também percebi a importância dele. Vivi as minhas aventuras, entreguei-me e aventurei-me noutros "caminhos" no entanto quanto mais longe ia mais longe me sentia de mim mesma, dos meus sonhos, dos meus desejos, das minhas promessas. Todas elas em conjunto com ele de quem eu me afastava mais a cada passo que dava. Percebi então que preciso do seu sorriso, do abraço, do toque, da nossa confiança, intimidade, da nossa enorme cumplicidade, de tudo o que vivemos e de tudo o que construimos. Hoje percebi que é esse o caminho que quero seguir. Por isso desisti de tudo o que tinha construido para longe de ti e demore o tempo que demorar eu acredito que vamos recontruir cada pedacinho do que era nosso e agora será para sempre e embora as vezes me ocorra que possa ser tarde demais eu sei que nunca é tarde de mais para "nós".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SrvYfSq8NdI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/GiL7i0hwuAo/s400/~lwf0021.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 217px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385135811551049170" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Esperarei por ti sempre....  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/754090498621669936-4184887578258171383?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/4184887578258171383/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=4184887578258171383' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/4184887578258171383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/4184887578258171383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/2009/09/que-noite-calma-e-tranquila-vejo-lua-no.html' title='Mais um deslize entre a caneta e o papel...'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06001941842086007101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SrvYfSq8NdI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/GiL7i0hwuAo/s72-c/~lwf0021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-8263867294118116402</id><published>2009-09-22T13:42:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T13:47:05.145+01:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY DREAMER - Laidback</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Re0FH1FJADE&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Re0FH1FJADE&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" 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;"I'm happy dreamer (...)&lt;div&gt;  I belive in love (...) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  I belive in you and me (...) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  I belive in love can chanche the world (...)"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'M HAPPY DREAMER... =)&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/754090498621669936-8263867294118116402?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/8263867294118116402/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=8263867294118116402' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/8263867294118116402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/8263867294118116402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-dreamer-laidback.html' title='HAPPY DREAMER - Laidback'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06001941842086007101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-5188226394794224057</id><published>2009-08-16T17:21:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T17:21:50.137+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu anjo...</title><content type='html'>Por mais que o tempo passe, não há nada que te leve de dentro de mim.... 2 anos, já?! o teu olhar continua sempre a desejar-me bom dia e o teu sorriso a aconchegar-me os lençois, ouço a tua voz na minha memoria cada dia mais real, mais nitida, mais leve.... tornaste-te um anjo, meu anjo....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/754090498621669936-5188226394794224057?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/5188226394794224057/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=5188226394794224057' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/5188226394794224057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/5188226394794224057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/2009/08/meu-anjo.html' title='Meu anjo...'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06001941842086007101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-734658772886158033</id><published>2009-08-07T22:33:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T22:36:02.821+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musica'/><title type='text'>Gaivota - Sónia Tavares</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_WrRsjDKyGg&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=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/_WrRsjDKyGg&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que perfeito coração...&lt;br /&gt;(Faz-me sonhar, reflectir, adoro, adoro...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/754090498621669936-734658772886158033?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/734658772886158033/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=734658772886158033' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/734658772886158033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/734658772886158033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/2009/08/gaivota-sonia-tavares.html' title='Gaivota - Sónia Tavares'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06001941842086007101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-7883069490476250217</id><published>2009-08-07T21:11:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T20:28:34.990+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dedicatórias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos de Patrícia'/><title type='text'>É para ti e por ti...</title><content type='html'>Hoje recordo cada momento, cada sorriso, cada lágrima, cada abraço, cada beijo, ouço musicas que remetem a tempos que deixam saudades, talvez sejam só momentos passados sem futuro ou talvez as promessas do passado se cumpram mais além... mas o que importa é este presente de recordações, de saudades...&lt;div&gt;Hoje tenho certezas, aquelas que procurei e que sempre soube que ia encontrar, arrisquei tudo e talvez tenha perdido, (medo)! Mas a consciencia está tranquila.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sinto a tua falta mas não estou dependente, finalmente sinto-me livre, sinto cada gota do meu sangue a correr tranquilo pelas minhas veias como se fosse tudo uma questão de tempo, eu ja vivi o que queria, procurei as minhas certezas, encontrei-as, agora está na tua altura, no teu tempo de encontrares essa paz que eu finalmente encontrei. É esta a minha esperança, o meu viver, espaço, preciso de espaço, preciso de dar-te espaço, precisamos ambos de espaço, de tempo, sempre o tempo, aquele que nunca saberemos ao certo quanto temos mas que é indespensavel a cada dia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenho a certeza que um dia esse tempo será nosso de novo, tenho a certeza que as nossas almas nasceram juntas e haverão de morrer juntas. O tempo passa mas nada muda, olhar para ti é aquela mesma sensação da primeira vez, o que acontece é que essa primeira vez trouxe a sensação de ter sido a milésima porque é forte, sempre mais forte....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acredito nas tuas promessas e no que sentes, por isso a esperança é aquela que alimenta cada segundo de um dia de objectivos vastos e nada concrectos....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Conheco-te, tu conheces-me e isso nunca mudará, sei que o teu olhar continua igual, a tua voz, a tua forma de viver, hoje tenho certezas! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É contigo, é para ti, por ti....&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/754090498621669936-7883069490476250217?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/7883069490476250217/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=7883069490476250217' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/7883069490476250217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/7883069490476250217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/2009/08/e-para-ti.html' title='É para ti e por ti...'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06001941842086007101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-9167527704393731846</id><published>2009-07-20T21:41:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T21:54:35.750+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fraquesas...</title><content type='html'>"Mónica, aquela amiga recente que cada dia mais nos surpreende, mesmo longe consegue sentir o momento exacto que preciso de ajuda, sim posso dizer que é o meu "anjo da guarda" na terra, sim aquela pessoa que está sempre comigo, e que tem feito tudo para me ver feliz, se existem verdadeiros amigos e pessoas sinceras, esta será uma delas..."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje reli estas letra escritas em setembro de 2007. Tanto tempo, tantos momentos, tanta coisa se passou desde então, mas o sentimento continua o mesmo. Continuo a agradecer cada minuto do tempo que passamos juntas, a lembrar cada momento com o mesmo carinho de antes. Não esqueco, nunca esquecerei que se hoje estamos longe é por minha culpa, sei disso..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Errei contigo, errei muito contigo e todos os dias esses pensamentos me envadem a mente e o coração, mas tanto tempo se passou, que perdi a coragem de te pedir desculpas, perdi a coragem de olhar nos teus olhos e ve-los magoados comigo, perdi a coragem... Desculpa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sempre que posso sigo o teu blog, não é a mesma coisa mas sempre dá para saber se estás bem, pelos menos escreves qualquer coisa, poes fotos, falas dos amigos, pelo menos estás a viver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenho saudades tuas, imensas saudades mesmo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Outro dia vi-te na praia, tive vontade de correr pela areia so para te dar um abraço mas nem coragem de olhar tive, afastei-me o mais depressa possivel com a esperança que não me tivesses visto, isto é ridiculo, enfim, talvez seja a consciencia pesada a falar mais alto... Sem duvida.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Aqui eu escrevo para que saibas que sempre serás importante para mim, que te recordo todos os dias e quem sabe um dia não ganharei coragem para enfrentar o teu olhar magoado e perdir-te desculpas pessoalmente....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*de oceano para furacão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/754090498621669936-9167527704393731846?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/9167527704393731846/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=9167527704393731846' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/9167527704393731846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/9167527704393731846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/2009/07/fraquesas.html' title='Fraquesas...'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06001941842086007101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-5819237032722644712</id><published>2009-07-20T19:30:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T20:16:14.131+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos de Patrícia'/><title type='text'>"...Um sonho p'ra mim..."</title><content type='html'>Porque é de vez em quando tudo perde o sentido?! perco as esperanças, as certezas, as duvidas, perco o chão, a luz, as cores. Penso, tarde de mais?! tanta coisa para dizer, para viver. Eu sei que um dia...&lt;br /&gt;Mas agora só tenho medo, penso quando olho o céu, recordo quando olho o chão, sinto saudades por olhar em redor, as musicas, todas elas me lembram de ti, me enviam para onde não quero ir, ou de onde nunca quis sair, ou talvez queira ou quisesse. eu arrisquei, precisava arriscar, agora penso... Porque? Para que?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;("...meu riso é tão feliz contigo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; o meu melhor amigo é o meu amor...")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/754090498621669936-5819237032722644712?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/5819237032722644712/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=5819237032722644712' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/5819237032722644712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/5819237032722644712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/2009/07/um-sonho-pra-mim.html' title='&quot;...Um sonho p&apos;ra mim...&quot;'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06001941842086007101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-6819574876758419523</id><published>2009-07-20T19:26:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T21:01:47.380+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letras De Musicas'/><title type='text'>Um dia eu disse...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j4y-RzVGrHg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j4y-RzVGrHg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Longe&lt;br /&gt;Este tempo, este lugar&lt;br /&gt;Esses desperdícios , esses erros&lt;br /&gt;Tanto tempo , tão tarde&lt;br /&gt;Quem era eu para te fazer esperar?&lt;br /&gt;Apenas mais uma chance&lt;br /&gt;Apenas mais um suspiro&lt;br /&gt;Caso reste apenas um&lt;br /&gt;Porque você sabe,&lt;br /&gt;Você sabe , você sabe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que eu te amo&lt;br /&gt;Eu sempre te amei&lt;br /&gt;E eu sinto sua falta&lt;br /&gt;Estive afastado por muito tempo&lt;br /&gt;Eu continuo sonhando que você estará comigo&lt;br /&gt;E você nunca irá embora&lt;br /&gt;Paro de respirar se&lt;br /&gt;Eu não te ver mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De joelhos, eu pedirei&lt;br /&gt;Uma última chance para uma última dança&lt;br /&gt;Porque com você, eu resistiria&lt;br /&gt;A todo o inferno para segurar sua mão&lt;br /&gt;Eu daria tudo&lt;br /&gt;Eu daria tudo por nós&lt;br /&gt;Dou qualquer coisa, mas não desistirei&lt;br /&gt;Porque você sabe&lt;br /&gt;você sabe, você sabe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tão longe&lt;br /&gt;Estive afastado por muito tempo&lt;br /&gt;Tão longe&lt;br /&gt;Estive afastado por muito tempo&lt;br /&gt;Mas você sabe , você sabe , você sabe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quis&lt;br /&gt;Eu quis que você esperasse&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu precisava&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu preciso ouvir você dizer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eu te amo&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amei o tempo todo&lt;br /&gt;E eu perdôo você&lt;br /&gt;Por ficar tão longe por tanto tempo"&lt;br /&gt;Então continue respirando&lt;br /&gt;Por que eu não estou te deixando mais&lt;br /&gt;Acredite em mim,&lt;br /&gt;Segure-se em mim e nunca me solte. (2x)&lt;br /&gt;Continue respirando&lt;br /&gt;Segure-se em mim e nunca me solte&lt;br /&gt;Continue respirando&lt;br /&gt;Segure-se em mim e nunca me solte...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: ...que diria isto...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/754090498621669936-6819574876758419523?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/6819574876758419523/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=6819574876758419523' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/6819574876758419523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/6819574876758419523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/2009/07/um-dia-eu-disse.html' title='Um dia eu disse...'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06001941842086007101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-5910286304548431743</id><published>2009-07-17T20:40:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T20:42:27.493+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musica'/><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;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fq6BFNmp4iw&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=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/Fq6BFNmp4iw&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque esta não me sai da cabeça...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/754090498621669936-5910286304548431743?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/5910286304548431743/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=5910286304548431743' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/5910286304548431743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/5910286304548431743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/2009/07/porque-esta-nao-me-sai-da-cabeca.html' title=''/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06001941842086007101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-5500915107840459636</id><published>2009-07-16T23:35:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T23:38:36.738+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos by Patrícia'/><title type='text'>Sem stress</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/Sl-roDvb0dI/AAAAAAAAAsI/W-b9DlNUjJs/s1600-h/P4230007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/Sl-roDvb0dI/AAAAAAAAAsI/W-b9DlNUjJs/s400/P4230007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359190786281558482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just one more day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/754090498621669936-5500915107840459636?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/5500915107840459636/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=5500915107840459636' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/5500915107840459636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/5500915107840459636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/2009/07/sem-stress.html' title='Sem stress'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06001941842086007101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/Sl-roDvb0dI/AAAAAAAAAsI/W-b9DlNUjJs/s72-c/P4230007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-1819894881085785213</id><published>2009-07-15T22:08:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T22:23:35.791+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos de Patrícia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos by Patrícia'/><title type='text'>Pensar, Sentir, Temer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/Sl5IinysAuI/AAAAAAAAAsA/mzybtE4FU2I/s1600-h/P4240023.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/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/Sl5IinysAuI/AAAAAAAAAsA/mzybtE4FU2I/s320/P4240023.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358800366251803362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentir sentimentos que sentem o que não sentimos, ou... sentir sentimentos que não sentem o que sentimos...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero sentir, viver, tornar sentimentos reais, faze-los acontecer ou apenas não sentir, não pensar, deixar acontecer, viver...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pensar, sentir, duvidar, gostar, recear, novamente o pensamento, a emoção, a lagrima, a saudade, o acordar, a realidade, o medo, a duvida e novamente pensar, amar, desesperar com as duvidas que surgem sem cessar, as memórias que teimam em flachar na mente a toda a hora, o sentir do abraço, qual abraço? o medo de perder aquele abraço, qual abraço? aquele momento que ficará para sempre cravado na memória do coração e o outro onde a cabeça se concentra todo o dia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E novamente eu penso, sinto, receio, duvido dos sentimentos, mas sinto-os, choro, sinto saudades mas.... Penso, sinto, receio....&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/754090498621669936-1819894881085785213?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/1819894881085785213/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=1819894881085785213' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/1819894881085785213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/1819894881085785213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/2009/07/pensar-sentir-temer.html' title='Pensar, Sentir, Temer...'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06001941842086007101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/Sl5IinysAuI/AAAAAAAAAsA/mzybtE4FU2I/s72-c/P4240023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-305460329683198221</id><published>2009-07-13T20:12:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T20:17:20.887+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos de Patrícia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos by Patrícia'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SluHpzN77GI/AAAAAAAAAr4/EgbjP-yhB0I/s1600-h/P6270088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SluHpzN77GI/AAAAAAAAAr4/EgbjP-yhB0I/s400/P6270088.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358025333880384610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por mais dificil que seja há sempre rosas que ficam pelo caminho...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/754090498621669936-305460329683198221?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/305460329683198221/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=305460329683198221' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/305460329683198221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/305460329683198221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/2009/07/por-mais-dificil-que-seja-ha-sempre.html' title=''/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06001941842086007101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SluHpzN77GI/AAAAAAAAAr4/EgbjP-yhB0I/s72-c/P6270088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-8758144974342032095</id><published>2009-07-03T22:35:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T23:01:48.679+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos de Patrícia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musica'/><title type='text'>Fado Falado - João Vilaret</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AYm8zOGqCho&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AYm8zOGqCho&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje encontrei aquele fado que tantas vezes ouvi e enquanto não o consegui recitar com a mesma intensidade não descansei, todos os dias era a mesma cassete no leitor e o fado a falar-se, era eu a imaginar esta história e tentar fala-lo também, obvio que nunca consegui, era demasiada velocidade nas palavras e letras para a menina de 5 ou 6 anos.&lt;br /&gt;E hoje ao ouvi-lo novamente visualisei as mesmas imagens e senti a tristeza da tragédia e a felicidade do perdão exactamente como nos velhos tempos. É engraçado como as coisas que entram na nossa vida por mais insignificantes que sejam fazem sempre recordar grandes momentos, grandes tempos, grandes memórias e apesar do tempo, da falta de comunicação, basta uma pouco de nada para nos fazer reviver e reacender em nós os mesmos sentimentos daqueles tempos longínquos. Hoje sinto-me a mesma miúda que aprendeu a ler ontem e hoje ouve um fado com um ritmo que lhe desperta e a desafia a decora-lo. (Incrível como ainda me lembro de algumas partes). E mais uma vez dou por mim a pensar que todos os momentos, musicas, pessoas, qualquer coisa que tenha sido importante para nós nem que seja a o garfo do almoço que se perdeu de uso tem a mesma importância que teve em tempo porque sabemos recorda-lo com carinho e saudade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora apetece-me dizer que desejo que todas as nossas mãos sejam:&lt;br /&gt;- "..mãos carinhosas, generosas, que não conhecem o rancor, mãos que o fado compreendem e entendem sua dor, mãos que não mentem quando sentem outras mãos para acarinhar. Mãos que brigam, que castigam mas que sabem perdoar..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/754090498621669936-8758144974342032095?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/8758144974342032095/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=8758144974342032095' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/8758144974342032095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/8758144974342032095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/2009/07/fado-falado-joao-vilaret.html' title='Fado Falado - João Vilaret'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06001941842086007101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-6065307312845383658</id><published>2009-07-03T22:11:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T22:24:03.318+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes/ Trailler'/><title type='text'>O escafandro e a borboleta</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qnX9zuNNWjo&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qnX9zuNNWjo&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um filme que ainda não vi, nem sequer conhecia, (peço desculpa pela minha falta de cultura), mas hoje no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;vídeo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;clube&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;i&gt;O escafandro e a borboleta&lt;/i&gt;" um titulo interessante, diferente, chamou-me a atenção, li o resumo e sem duvida quero dar-lhe um pouco mais de atenção, viver, embora na ficção, um pouco desta realidade que encara as diferentes formas de ver o mundo e projecta na visão todas as emoções e vontades, que facto &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;extraordina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;rio&lt;/span&gt;. Muito mais do que um filme espero que seja uma lição de vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- É quando perdemos tudo que damos valor as coisas mais &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;insignificantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para hoje o serão será, "&lt;i&gt;Ensaio sobre a cegueira&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/754090498621669936-6065307312845383658?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/6065307312845383658/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=6065307312845383658' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/6065307312845383658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/6065307312845383658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-escafandro-e-borboleta.html' title='O escafandro e a borboleta'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06001941842086007101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-3054550404049903689</id><published>2009-06-15T19:33:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T23:56:57.721+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letras De Musicas'/><title type='text'>Sara Tavares - Ponto de Luz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R2i_-F8JftE&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R2i_-F8JftE&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Escutando no vento, tua voz secreta que me sopra por dentro, deixa-me ser só ser. No teu colo eu me entrego para que me nutras e me envolvas, deixa-me ser só ser um ponto de luz que me seduz, aceso na alma um ponto de luz que me conduz aceso na alma, por trás dessa nuvem ardendo no céu o fogo do sol rei eternamente quente liberta-me a mente, liberta-me a mente um ponto de luz que me seduz, aceso na alma um ponto de luz que me seduz aceso na alma..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque gosto da musica, da letra, do vídeo, não resisto, esta musica é linda...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/754090498621669936-3054550404049903689?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/3054550404049903689/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=3054550404049903689' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/3054550404049903689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/3054550404049903689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/2009/06/sara-tavares-ponto-de-luz.html' title='Sara Tavares - Ponto de Luz'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06001941842086007101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-5048216617026996959</id><published>2009-06-07T13:53:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T20:10:11.984+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dedicatórias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos by Patrícia'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/Siu5E1wKfaI/AAAAAAAAArw/E3aerDW_wCI/s1600-h/Fotos-0066.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/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/Siu5E1wKfaI/AAAAAAAAArw/E3aerDW_wCI/s320/Fotos-0066.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344568875604934050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos cada dia mais...&lt;div&gt;E cada dia é sempre maior quando estou longe de ti e mais pequeno ao teu lado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque é assim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas, dentro do pouco tempo existe sempre aquele minuto perfeito em que os teus lábios tocam os meus e aí eu sou feliz e aí eu sinto que tudo vale a pena só para voltar a sentir de novo aquele toque suave dos teus labios, aquele abraço forte do teu corpo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque ao teu lado, tudo 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/754090498621669936-5048216617026996959?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/5048216617026996959/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=5048216617026996959' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/5048216617026996959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/5048216617026996959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/2009/06/somos-cada-dia-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06001941842086007101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/Siu5E1wKfaI/AAAAAAAAArw/E3aerDW_wCI/s72-c/Fotos-0066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-1750597025183593219</id><published>2009-06-07T13:34:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T21:04:36.518+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos de Patrícia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos by Patrícia'/><title type='text'>Ao acordar..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/Siu2LojGcvI/AAAAAAAAAro/cX5h7XnxKj4/s1600-h/P9030114.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/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/Siu2LojGcvI/AAAAAAAAAro/cX5h7XnxKj4/s320/P9030114.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344565693784683250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;não há o que sentir nem sentir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;não há ser nem estar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;apenas quela recordação na alma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;não há querer nem desejar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;falar ou calar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;não há solução&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;quando tudo está assim &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;confuso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;difuso &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sem definição&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;só há sonho, dentro de sonho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;realidade expressiva no coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apenas surgem reflexos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;imagens apressadas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;letras sobrepostas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tudo uma confusão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E aqui estou eu a recolher informação&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ou não&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;aqui estou eu a calcular a distancia certa entre as teclas do teclado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ou não&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; escrevo o que os sonhos disseram&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ou não&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;escrevo o que não consigo dizer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ou não&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;o que me apetece, mesmo sem organização&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;talvez...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Patricia Silva&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&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/754090498621669936-1750597025183593219?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/1750597025183593219/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=1750597025183593219' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/1750597025183593219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/1750597025183593219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/2009/06/ao-acordar.html' title='Ao acordar..'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06001941842086007101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/Siu2LojGcvI/AAAAAAAAAro/cX5h7XnxKj4/s72-c/P9030114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-5333952945147188792</id><published>2009-06-01T13:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T13:24:17.212+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia da Criança</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SiPF1TnjEcI/AAAAAAAAArY/IZ_n7q4tz0Q/s1600-h/dia+da+crian%C3%A7a"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SiPF1TnjEcI/AAAAAAAAArY/IZ_n7q4tz0Q/s400/dia+da+crian%C3%A7a" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342331102581428674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;z&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;ia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;od&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px; white-space: pre; "&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;CRIANÇAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Que todos nós sejamos crianças hoje e sempre, e que as responsabilidades e o passar do tempo com tudo o que isso nos trás, nunca nos leve o brilho nos olhos e o sorriso &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;espontâneo&lt;/span&gt; de criança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Por isso a todos nós, um dia muito feliz =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/754090498621669936-5333952945147188792?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/5333952945147188792/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=5333952945147188792' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/5333952945147188792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/5333952945147188792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/2009/06/dia-da-crianca.html' title='Dia da Criança'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06001941842086007101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SiPF1TnjEcI/AAAAAAAAArY/IZ_n7q4tz0Q/s72-c/dia+da+crian%C3%A7a' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-477263075530834133</id><published>2009-06-01T10:18:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T20:11:04.993+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos de Varios Autores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos by Patrícia'/><title type='text'>Meu nome é felicidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SiOeSqOdP6I/AAAAAAAAArQ/R14JY8vcmYY/s1600-h/P3250001.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/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SiOeSqOdP6I/AAAAAAAAArQ/R14JY8vcmYY/s320/P3250001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342287626401300386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(185, 47, 140);  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Oi!!&lt;/span&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="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Meu nome é Felicidade, faço parte da vida daqueles que tem amigos, pois ter amigos é ser feliz. Faço parte da vida daqueles que vivem cercados por pessoas como você,&lt;/span&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="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;pois viver assim é ser feliz! Faço parte da vida daqueles que acreditam que ontem é passado, amanhã é futuro e hoje é uma dádiva, por isso chamado presente. Faço parte da vida daqueles que acreditam na força do Amor, que acreditam que para uma história bonita não há ponto final. &lt;/span&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="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; Eu sou casada sabiam? Sou casada com o Tempo. Ah! O meu marido é lindo! Ele é responsável pela resolução de todos os problemas. Ele reconstrói corações, ele cura machucados, ele vence a Tristeza... Juntos, eu e o Tempo tivemos três filhos: A Amizade, a Sabedoria, e o Amor. &lt;/span&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="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;A Amizade é a filha mais velha. Uma menina linda, sincera, alegre. A Amizade brilha como o sol. A Amizade une pessoas, pretende nunca ferir, sempre consolar.&lt;/span&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="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;A do meio é a Sabedoria, culta, íntegra, sempre foi mais apegada ao Pai, o Tempo. A Sabedoria e o Tempo andam sempre juntos!&lt;/span&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="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;O caçula é o Amor.  Ah! como esse me dá trabalho! É teimoso, às vezes só quer morar em um lugar... Eu vivo dizendo: Amor, você foi feito para morar em dois corações, não em apenas um. O Amor é complexo, mas é lindo, muito lindo! Quando ele começa a fazer estragos eu chamo logo o pai dele, o Tempo, e aí o Tempo sai fechando todas as feridas que o Amor abriu! &lt;/span&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="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; Uma pessoa muito importante me ensinou uma coisa: tudo no final sempre dá certo, e se ainda não deu, é porque não chegou o final.&lt;/span&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="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Por isso, acredite sempre na minha família. Acredite no Tempo, na Amizade, na Sabedoria e, principalmente no Amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Aí, com certeza um dia, eu, a Felicidade, baterei à sua porta !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Tenha Tempo para os Sonhos.&lt;/span&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="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Eles conduzem sua carruagem para as Estrelas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Tudo na vida devemos encarar como aprendizado, tudo é válido, até os momentos ruins, pois só assim conseguiremos nos edificar e evoluir cada vez mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(autor desconhecido)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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felicidade'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06001941842086007101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SiOeSqOdP6I/AAAAAAAAArQ/R14JY8vcmYY/s72-c/P3250001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-1292079305789062264</id><published>2009-06-01T09:55:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T20:11:28.071+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos de Varios Autores'/><title type='text'>O tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;table width="450" border="0" cellspacing="2" cellpadding="2" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic; font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Razões para rápidos Natais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aldo Novak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"O cérebro humano mede o tempo por meio da observação dos movimentos. Se alguém colocar você dentro de uma sala branca vazia, sem nenhuma mobília, sem portas ou janelas, sem relógio, você começará a perder a noção do tempo. Por alguns dias, sua mente detectará a passagem do tempo sentindo as reações internas do seu corpo, incluindo os batimentos cardíacos,ciclos de sono, fome, sede e pressão sanguínea. Então... quando tempo suficiente houver passado, você perderá completamente a noção das horas,dos dias ou anos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Estou exagerando para efeito didático, mas em essência é o que ocorreria. Isso acontece porque nossa noção de passagem do tempo deriva do movimento dos objetos, pessoas, sinais naturais e da repetição de eventos cíclicos, como o nascer e o pôr do sol. Se alguém tirar estes sinais sensoriais da nossa vida, simplesmente perdemos a noção da passagem do tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Compreendido este ponto, há outra coisa que você tem que considerar : nosso cérebro é extremamente otimizado. Ele evita fazer duas vezes o mesmo trabalho. Um adulto médio tem entre 40 e 60 mil pensamentos por dia. Qualquer um de nós ficaria louco se o cérebro tivesse que processar, conscientemente tal quantidade. Por isso, a maior parte destes pensamentos é automatizada e não aparece no índice de eventos do dia. Para que não fiquemos loucos, o cérebro faz parecer que nós não vimos, não sentimos e não vivenciamos aqueles pensamentos automáticos, repetidos, iguais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Por isso, quando você vive uma experiência pela primeira vez, ele dedica muitos recursos para compreender o que está acontecendo. É quando você se sente mais vivo. Conforme a mesma experiência vai se repetindo, ele vai simplesmente colocando suas reações no modo automático e "apagando" as experiências duplicadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Se você entendeu estes dois pontos, já vai compreender porque parece que o tempo acelera, quando ficamos mais velhos e porque os Natais chegam cada vez mais rapidamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quando começamos a dirigir, tudo parece muito complicado, o câmbio, os espelhos, os outros veículos... Nossa atenção parece ser requisitada ao máximo. Então, um dia dirigimos trocando de marcha, olhando os semáforos,lendo os sinais ou até falando ao celular (proibido no Brasil), ao mesmo tempo. E você usa apenas uma pequena "área" da atenção para isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Como acontece? Simples: o cérebro já sabe o que está escrito nas placas(você não lê com os olhos, mas com a imagem anterior, na mente); O cérebro já sabe qual marcha trocar (ele simplesmente pega suas experiências passadas e usa, no lugar de repetir realmente a experiência). Em outras palavras, você não vivenciou aquela experiência, pelo menos para mente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aqueles críticos segundos de troca de marcha, leitura de placa... são apagados da sua noção de passagem do tempo... Porque estou explicando isso? Que relação tem isso com a aparente aceleração do tempo? Tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A primeira vez que isso me ocorreu foi quando passei três meses nas florestas de New Hampshire, Estados Unidos, morando em uma cabana. Era tudo tão diferente, as pessoas, a paisagem, a língua, que eu tinha dores de cabeça sempre que viajava em uma estrada, porque meu cérebro ficava lendo todas as placas (eu lia mesmo, pois era tudo novidade, para mim). Foram somente três meses, mas ao final do segundo mês eu já me sentia como se estivesse há um ano longe do Brasil. Foi quando comecei a pesquisar a razão dessa diferença de percepção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bastou eu voltar ao Brasil e o tempo voltou a "acelerar". Pelo menos, assim parecia. Veja, quando você começa a repetir algo exatamente igual,a mente apaga a experiência repetida. Conforme envelhecemos, as coisas começam a se repetir - as mesmas ruas, pessoas, problemas, desafios, programas de televisão, reclamações... enfim... as experiências novas (aquelas que fazem a mente parar e pensar de verdade, fazendo com que seu dia pareça ter sido longo e cheio de novidades), vão diminuindo. Até que tanta coisa se repete que fica difícil dizer o que tivemos de novidade na semana, no ano ou, para algumas pessoas, na década.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Em outras palavras, o que faz o tempo parecer que acelera é a r-o-t-i-n-a.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Não me entenda mal. A rotina é essencial para a vida e otimiza muita coisa, mas a maioria das pessoas ama tanto a rotina que, ao longo da vida,seu diário acaba sendo um livro de um só capítulo, repetido todos os anos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;encontrei este texto &lt;a href="http://zamorim.com/textos/otempo.html"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/754090498621669936-1292079305789062264?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/1292079305789062264/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=1292079305789062264' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/1292079305789062264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/1292079305789062264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-tempo.html' title='O tempo'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06001941842086007101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-3156975024744634810</id><published>2009-05-13T15:45:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T20:12:06.279+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dedicatórias'/><title type='text'>Desafio da Tyta</title><content type='html'>Aceito o teu desafio &lt;a href="http://lilianappinto.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tyta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6QiwklnOKw/SgauLmOgIwI/AAAAAAAAADU/66yPrjxnwPk/s320/SELO_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334142322930098946" border="0" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Procedimentos:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1- Colocar o selo no blog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2- Divulgar as regras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3- Referir 5 coisas que se gosta na vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4- Envia-lo a 10 blogs e indica-los&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5- Informar os blogs que receberam o selo e desafia-los também&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ponto nº1 e 2, feitos, agora o ponto nº 3:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Gosto de passear a beira mar sozinha ou acompanhada, de noite ou de dia. Não importa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Gosto de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;viajar&lt;/span&gt; de noite veloz e sem destino&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Gosto de estar sozinha algumas horas por dia em silencio, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;introspectando&lt;/span&gt;-me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Gosto de musica que me transmita alguma coisa, me faça o sangue correr mais depressa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Gosto de acordar cedo e respirar o ar fresco da manha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Gosto de Todos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;vocês&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;família&lt;/span&gt;, amigos e namorado =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agora desafio: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Moonlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Abismo Do Mundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Para Sempre &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Nando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Lagoa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Verdusca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Som do silencio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Um Pedaço de Mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Lista de Sonhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Demanda de Sentido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- More &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Than&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Where&lt;/span&gt; Is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;My&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Soul&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Hiding&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/754090498621669936-3156975024744634810?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/3156975024744634810/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=3156975024744634810' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/3156975024744634810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/3156975024744634810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/2009/05/desafio-da-tyta.html' title='Desafio da Tyta'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06001941842086007101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6QiwklnOKw/SgauLmOgIwI/AAAAAAAAADU/66yPrjxnwPk/s72-c/SELO_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-7761639020762864705</id><published>2009-05-08T22:36:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T20:12:39.795+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pedra Dura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SgSnr9LowTI/AAAAAAAAApg/HoAZE6tlQpY/s1600-h/Pedra+duara"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 80px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SgSnr9LowTI/AAAAAAAAApg/HoAZE6tlQpY/s320/Pedra+duara" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333572232313094450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como se costuma dizer: "Água mole em pedra dura, tanto bate até que fura" &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu diria que era a expressão perfeita!! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Novo posto de trabalho, &lt;a href="http://www.pedradura.net/"&gt;"Pedra Dura"&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cascaishopping&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Ou seja, muito trabalho, pouco tempo e ainda menos tempo para estar aqui embrenhada nos vossos desabafos e pensamentos ou para vos deixar um pouco de mim. Mas como ainda estou em formação penso que é normal esta sobrecarga, espero que alivie se realmente ficar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Estou a gostar, espero atingir &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;objectivos&lt;/span&gt; e que os clientes, colegas e superiores sintam o mesmo do meu trabalho, estou a esforçar-me por isso! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;eheh&lt;/span&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/754090498621669936-7761639020762864705?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/7761639020762864705/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=7761639020762864705' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/7761639020762864705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/7761639020762864705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/2009/05/pedra-dura.html' title='Pedra Dura'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06001941842086007101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SgSnr9LowTI/AAAAAAAAApg/HoAZE6tlQpY/s72-c/Pedra+duara' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-8409769220836199824</id><published>2009-04-28T19:54:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T23:40:02.998+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dedicatórias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musica'/><title type='text'>Ivete Sangalo - Completo</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wyKevBv-Ih0&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wyKevBv-Ih0&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É tão bom ter alguém por perto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo se completa de algum jeito...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feito eu e você...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ter a mão que te leva para o futuro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã vai ser melhor que hoje...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;etc, etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É bom ter-te por perto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completas-me como o céu e o mar, a lua e a estrela o branco e o preto...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;@SSS@ love you&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/754090498621669936-8409769220836199824?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/8409769220836199824/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=8409769220836199824' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/8409769220836199824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/8409769220836199824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/2009/04/ivete-sangalo-completo.html' title='Ivete Sangalo - Completo'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06001941842086007101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-1598408988166933811</id><published>2009-04-28T18:03:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T20:13:53.989+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos de Varios Autores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos by Patrícia'/><title type='text'>Peixinhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfdQcajTdGI/AAAAAAAAAo4/eEfcFBQHiY4/s1600-h/P4180007.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/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfdQcajTdGI/AAAAAAAAAo4/eEfcFBQHiY4/s320/P4180007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329817133110228066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfdPpRpSr-I/AAAAAAAAAow/g2BoPCML9fY/s320/P4180009.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329816254546096098" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque é sempre bom termos companhia em casa e um aquario é sempre um bom tranquilizador, água e o movimento pacifico entre os animais, não discutem, não se xateiam, não se traiem, enfim passar alguns minutos a relaxar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;[Feng shui aquários são um belo e potente feng shui cura para atrair a energia da riqueza e abundância. Colocado direita, e cuidaram de sabiamente, eles vão ampliar a energia, em qualquer espaço e atrair mais riqueza Chi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os aquários são auspiciosas, pois eles trazem uma combinação harmoniosa de vários factores riqueza atraindo feng shui, bem como um equilíbrio perfeito de todos os 5 feng shui elementos.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(Informação retirada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://translate.google.pt/translate?hl=pt-PT&amp;amp;langpair=en|pt&amp;amp;u=http://fengshui.about.com/od/fengshuiforprosperity/qt/fs_aquarium.htm&amp;amp;prev=/translate_s%3Fhl%3Dpt-PT%26q%3Dfeng%2Bshui%2Bpeixe%26tq%3Dfeng%2Bshui%2Bfish%26sl%3Dpt%26tl%3Den"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;daqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/754090498621669936-1598408988166933811?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/1598408988166933811/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=1598408988166933811' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/1598408988166933811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/1598408988166933811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/2009/04/peixinhos.html' title='Peixinhos'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06001941842086007101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfdQcajTdGI/AAAAAAAAAo4/eEfcFBQHiY4/s72-c/P4180007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-6886896544186285010</id><published>2009-04-27T16:30:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T20:14:15.260+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos by Patrícia'/><title type='text'>S.O.S</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfXR3gmeElI/AAAAAAAAAoY/wDGp67vbjEo/s1600-h/30.05.2007+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfXR3gmeElI/AAAAAAAAAoY/wDGp67vbjEo/s200/30.05.2007+026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329396485637149266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;SOS alma nova... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arranja-se?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não há niguém que recicle almas, sorrisos, alegrias? &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 style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;sos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:10px;"&gt;/sós/só/solidão/sozinha/solitaria&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/754090498621669936-6886896544186285010?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/6886896544186285010/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=6886896544186285010' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/6886896544186285010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/6886896544186285010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/2009/04/sos.html' title='S.O.S'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06001941842086007101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfXR3gmeElI/AAAAAAAAAoY/wDGp67vbjEo/s72-c/30.05.2007+026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-1100361948460652459</id><published>2009-04-25T22:58:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T20:14:49.659+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos de Patrícia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos by Patrícia'/><title type='text'>Aqui eu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfOLYh_S8RI/AAAAAAAAAoI/ZNcAWG1tpFM/s1600-h/PC100054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfOLYh_S8RI/AAAAAAAAAoI/ZNcAWG1tpFM/s200/PC100054.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328756037666402578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sem como nem porquê, dei por mim a escrever, a fazer mudanças e alterar certas coisas aqui no meu blog, incluindo o seu titulo, que, quem o acompanha desde o inicio sabe que já passou por varias transformações ao longo do tempo. &lt;div&gt;Hoje questionei-me sobre este assunto. O que faz com que eu esteja sempre insatisfeita com o aspecto e/ou conteúdo deste espaço? O que faz com que eu esteja constantemente a alterar formatos de letra, cores, aspecto, titulo, perfil, etc...? Serei eu uma pessoa insatisfeita ou simplesmente exigente? Não sei, mas ocorreu-me esta resposta e sinceramente pareceu-me adequada. &lt;div&gt;Gosto de fazer mudanças, neste caso alterar o aspecto do meu espaço porque eu mesma estou em constante mudança, da mesma forma que vou crescendo vou tentando moldar o meu blog como mais se identifica comigo e hoje, ocorreu-me o titulo, "aqui eu" por que é aqui que eu partilho convosco um pouco de mim, é aqui que eu escrevo ou que eu partilho sentimentos e ideias, que resumo o meu dia ou que posto uma musica para mais tarde poder relembrar-me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não sei se as minhas mudanças serão aprovadas por todos mas todos os dias nós mudamos um pouco do que somos, crescemos, moldamos-nos ao nosso mundo, criamos rotinas novas, nem sempre agradamos os outros e pior ainda, nem sempre nos agradamos a nós mesmos, mas é esse o objectivo da vida, crescer e mudar. E se não gostamos das nossas mudanças vamos mudar de novo e mais uma vez mudamos, então aqui estou eu, mudando mais uma vez o meu espaço.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aqui eu espero que vocês encontrem um espaço que gostem de estar, de ler, com conteúdo, principalmente! Aqui eu procuro-vos, eu leio-vos, eu comunico convosco, enfim, "aqui eu"!&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/754090498621669936-1100361948460652459?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/1100361948460652459/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=1100361948460652459' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/1100361948460652459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/1100361948460652459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/2009/04/aqui-eu.html' title='Aqui eu...'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06001941842086007101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfOLYh_S8RI/AAAAAAAAAoI/ZNcAWG1tpFM/s72-c/PC100054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-6864067858613366103</id><published>2009-04-25T22:45:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T20:15:44.931+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos de Varios Autores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dedicatórias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos by Patrícia'/><title type='text'>Dar e dar-se, entregar e entregar-se</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfOGqggTtjI/AAAAAAAAAoA/5S9ltwzoAs0/s1600-h/P3250065.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfOGqggTtjI/AAAAAAAAAoA/5S9ltwzoAs0/s320/P3250065.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328750848947500594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Amar é querer. E o que é o amor, se não vontade? E quando queremos muito alguém, queremos essa pessoa só para nós. Sabemos que ele nunca nos pertencerá, mas gostamos de sonhar que sim. E é por isso que casamos, que temos filhos, que pagamos hipotecas a meias: para poder contar com alguém para a vida, alguém que, de certo modo, nos pertence. Porque nós também precisamos de sentir que pertencemos a alguém, precisamos de entregar quando amamos. Esta é a genese do amor: dar e dar-se, entregar e entregar-se."&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 style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Onde reside o amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Margarida Rebelo Pinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E é por isso que me entrego a ti, hoje e sempre....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&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/754090498621669936-6864067858613366103?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/6864067858613366103/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=6864067858613366103' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/6864067858613366103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/6864067858613366103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/2009/04/dar-e-dar-se-entregar-e-entregar-se.html' title='Dar e dar-se, entregar e entregar-se'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06001941842086007101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfOGqggTtjI/AAAAAAAAAoA/5S9ltwzoAs0/s72-c/P3250065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-3297342481863597134</id><published>2009-04-24T21:07:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T23:54:06.069+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Email&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Desafio!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adorei este mail, desafio-vos a descobrirem as respostas correctas:&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;DIVIRTAM-SE!!!!!!!!!!!!! eheheh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1- Existe o dia 14 de Julho na Belgica? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- sim ou não?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2- Alguns meses tem 31 dias, quantos tem 28? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- 1, 6 ou 12?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3- Quantos animais comem com o rabo? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- 0, 1, todos?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4- A lei da California permie que te cases com o irmão do teu viuvo? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Sim ou não?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5- Se dividir 30 por 1/2 e adicionar 10. Qual é o resultado? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- 70, 40, 25?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6- Se há 3 maçãs e tu tiras 2, com quantas ficas? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- 1, 2, 3?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7- Tu tens 17 ovelhas, todas morream menos 9. Com quantas ficas? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- 8, 9, 17?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8- Quantos animais de cada sexo, Moisés levou para a arca? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- 0, 1, 2?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9- Uma sala tem 4 cantos, em cada canto está um gato e cada gato vê 3 gatos. Quantos gatos estão na sala? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- 16, 12, 4?&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;10- Imagina que estás numa corrida, ultrapassas o 2º em que lugar ficas? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- 1º, 2º, 3º?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11- E se ultrapassares o ultimo? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12- Quantos pares de meias tem uma duzia? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- 1, 6, 12?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13- O pai da Maria tem 5 filhas, Carla, Carmo, Catarina, Carina. Qual é o nome da quinta filha?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;Agora que terminaste o teste podes ver as respostas...&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1- &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Sim, embora não seja comemorado o dia 14 existe na Belgica e em qualquer outro país.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2- &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;12, todos os meses tem 28 dias, mesmo aqueles com 30 ou 31 dias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3- Todos, nenhum animal tira o rabo para comer!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4- Não, então se ele é viuvo é porque tu morreste então não podes casar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5- &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;70, 30 dividido por 1/2 é 60, adicionando 10 o resultado é 70.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6- 2, as que tiraste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7- &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;9, as que não morreram&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8- 0, não foi Moisés que levou os animais para a arca, foi Noé.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9- 4, Cada gato vê os outros que se encontram nos outros cantos da sala.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10- &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;2º, Se ultrapassas o segundo ficas em segundo porque passas a ocupar o lugar dele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11- Se é o ultimo como podes ultrapassa-lo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12- &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;12, um duzia é sempre 12.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13- Se é o pai da Maria é porque a Maria tem de ser filha.&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/754090498621669936-3297342481863597134?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/3297342481863597134/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=3297342481863597134' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/3297342481863597134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/3297342481863597134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/2009/04/desafio.html' title='Desafio!!'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06001941842086007101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-694343133315203594</id><published>2009-04-24T20:35:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T20:16:59.556+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos de Varios Autores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amizade'/><title type='text'>Adequado.. talvez...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); line-height: 21px;"&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(204, 51, 204); line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Amizade a gente sente no olho. Na respiração. No silêncio. Amigo de verdade deixa o outro partir porque sabe que o outro sempre volta. Se não voltar na presença, volta na ausência. Na lembrança. No sorriso. Nos bons momentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);  line-height: 21px;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);  line-height: 21px;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:small;"&gt;encontrei esta frase enquanto visitava este blog: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);  line-height: 21px;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;http://meuqueridoamigocafa.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);  line-height: 21px;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/754090498621669936-694343133315203594?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://meuqueridoamigocafa.blogspot.com' title='Adequado.. talvez...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/694343133315203594/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=694343133315203594' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/694343133315203594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/694343133315203594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/2009/04/adequado-talvez.html' title='Adequado.. talvez...'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06001941842086007101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-1519701633212541471</id><published>2009-04-23T19:44:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T20:17:33.617+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dedicatórias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Email&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos by Patrícia'/><title type='text'>Patrícia, um retrato teu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hoje recebi um email com este titulo, "Patrícia, um retrato teu", abri o email, pensando que era uma brincadeira, mas ao abri-lo reparei nestas palavras: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O título deste mail nao era este,  mas fiz questão de o alterar para ti, porque é mesmo um retrato  teu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Inês"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bem, de facto estas palavras não me soam a brincadeira, vou abrir, e de repente as lágrimas surgem-me nos olhos...&lt;/span&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="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[Gosto de gente com a cabeça no lugar, de conteudo inteiro, idealismo nos olhos e dois pés no chão da realidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Gosto de gente que ri, chora, que se emociona com uma simples carta, um telefonema, uma canção suave, um bom filme, um bom livro, um gesto de carinho, um abraço, um afago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Gente que ama e curte saudades, gosta de amigos, cultiva flores, ama os animais, admira paisagens, poeira; e escuta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Gente que tem tempo para sorrir bondade, semear perdão, repartir ternuras, compartilhar vivencias e dar espaço para emoções dentro de si, emoçoes que fluem naturalmente dentro do seu ser!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Gente que gosta de fazer as coisas que gosta, sem fugir de compromissos dificeis e inadiaveis, por mais desgastantes que sejam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Gente que colhe, orienta, se entende, aconselha, busca a verdade e quer sempre aprender, mesmo que seja de uma criança, de um pobre, de um analfabeto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Gente de coração desarmado, sem ódio e preconceitos baratos. Com muito amor dentro si.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Gente que erra e reconhece, cai e se levanta, apanha e assimila os golpes, dos erros e fazendo redentora suas lagrimas e sofrimentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Gosto muito de gente assim..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;É por isso que gosto muito de ti!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;E depois deste texto, por ser magnifico e principalmente por me ter sido dedicado, só tenho a retribuir cada palavrinha e dobra-la só para ti, minha mana és especial, muito especial. Um ser de luz que nasceu para brilhar, presenteada com uma luz linda que ilumina qualquer um que passe junto de ti, obrigada por me iluminares a mim. E nunca te esqueças que foste tu que me ensinaste a amar os animais, admirar paisagens, poeira; e escutar. Sem duvida muitas entre outras coisas, estas em especial devo-tas a ti... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Obrigada Mana, por estares presente agora e sempre, por existires e por fazeres parte da minha vida. Tenho sentido a tua falta e estou mortinha de saudades tuas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&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-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfC7RFMQ8OI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/nvsTdRSKfiM/s320/Fotos+015.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327964261305086178" /&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-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;(Que vergonha, entre tantos flashes, tantos clikes, tantas fotografias esta é a unica que tenho de nós as duas juntas e 4 anos já se passaram, que vergonha... manas desnaturadas, enfim gosto de ti na mesma!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Grande Beijinho*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/754090498621669936-1519701633212541471?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/1519701633212541471/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=1519701633212541471' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/1519701633212541471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/1519701633212541471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/2009/04/patricia-um-retrato-teu.html' title='Patrícia, um retrato teu'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06001941842086007101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfC7RFMQ8OI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/nvsTdRSKfiM/s72-c/Fotos+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-7220197761805812889</id><published>2009-04-20T21:30:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T23:40:36.562+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'>Ginasio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Body Step:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; 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font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ExWaEQiA8qY&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ExWaEQiA8qY&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Top Ride:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jG4MxzvSxQc&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jG4MxzvSxQc&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ABS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bbFJRIZ4qD0&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bbFJRIZ4qD0&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E claro um pouco de máquinas....&lt;br /&gt;Sempre a bombar...&lt;br /&gt;Estes são os meus exercicios, as aulas que frequento e que me poe a respirar...............................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quanto mais lá vou, mais gosto de lá estar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.ginasiospald.com/&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/754090498621669936-7220197761805812889?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.ginasiospald.com/' title='Ginasio'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/7220197761805812889/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=7220197761805812889' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/7220197761805812889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/7220197761805812889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/2009/04/ginasio.html' title='Ginasio'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06001941842086007101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-418224541719066182</id><published>2009-04-20T16:41:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T23:57:48.104+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letras De Musicas'/><title type='text'>Klepht- Antes e Depois</title><content type='html'>Ao ouvir esta musica na rádio hoje, ao dar um pouco de atenção ao que diz, apercebi-me que me sinto um pouco assim....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LSAIUXB70iQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LSAIUXB70iQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101);   font-family:'Courier New';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Quem te apurou? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Como os anos passam por nós &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;É ver o tempo deixar-nos sós &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;E esperamos  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Que justifiquem ou que nasça pelo menos alguma razão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ao motivo pelo qual cede o corpo então &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Aos anos  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Sinto mais do que preciso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Perco a voz ganho juízo &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E quem fui eu não sou mais&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mudam gostos ganho peso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Perco medos e cabelo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E quem fui eu não sou mais&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Algo melhorou! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ficámos sábios?&lt;/span&gt; pelo menos aos olhos dos outros &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ser responsável compete a poucos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A bem poucos.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Não dependemos, daqui para a frente, de ninguém &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Quer dizer? O sexo agora implica quase sempre alguém &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;E Ainda bem!!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Sinto mais do que preciso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Perco voz ganho juízo &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E quem fui eu não sou mais&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mudam gostos ganho peso&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Perco medos&lt;/span&gt; e cabelo &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E quem fui eu não sou mais&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Não choro as partes q estão para trás  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Não concluo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;O meu tempo não é uma canção &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Que tem quase sempre rima certa, métrica e refrão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;E esta acabou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&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/754090498621669936-418224541719066182?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/418224541719066182/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=418224541719066182' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/418224541719066182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/418224541719066182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/2009/04/klepht-antes-e-depois.html' title='Klepht- Antes e Depois'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06001941842086007101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-1408983735858334705</id><published>2009-04-18T22:13:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T20:19:01.016+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos de Patrícia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos by Patrícia'/><title type='text'>Saudade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SepDLvcXiDI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WdlUNJHrTbw/s1600-h/P4050017-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SepDLvcXiDI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WdlUNJHrTbw/s320/P4050017-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326143378312103986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saudade do que era dito&lt;div&gt;Saudade do que era calado,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saudade do abraço&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saudade do beijo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saudade da alegria dos momentos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e da alegria de vive-los.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saudade dos percursos sem destino&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dos caminhos sem fim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saudades das musicas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que embalavam a alma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saudades minhas e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saudades tuas...&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 style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Patrícia Silva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;18.04.2009&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/754090498621669936-1408983735858334705?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/1408983735858334705/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=1408983735858334705' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/1408983735858334705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/1408983735858334705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/2009/04/saudade.html' title='Saudade'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06001941842086007101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SepDLvcXiDI/AAAAAAAAAl4/WdlUNJHrTbw/s72-c/P4050017-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-8208027400724062942</id><published>2009-04-18T21:46:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T20:19:35.346+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos de Varios Autores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arte de Fernando Silva'/><title type='text'>Reponsabilidades</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SepBzQPWrxI/AAAAAAAAAlw/tY7SncXxpok/s1600-h/trabalhos+de+um+artista+desconhecido+003-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SepBzQPWrxI/AAAAAAAAAlw/tY7SncXxpok/s200/trabalhos+de+um+artista+desconhecido+003-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326141858107535122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(Desenho de Fernando Silva, o Pai)&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Isto é a história sobre quatro pessoas chamadas &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;TODA A GENTE, ALGUÉM, QUALQUER PESSOA E NIGUEM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Havia um trabalho importante para ser feito e &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;toda a gente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; estava convencida que alguém o iria fazer: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;qualquer pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; podia te-lo feito, mas &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;ninguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; o fez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ficou aborrecido por isso, porque esse trabalho era uma tarefa de &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;toda a gente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Toda a gente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pensou que &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;qualquer pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; o podia ter feito. Mas &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;ninguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; fez ideia que &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;toda a gente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; podia não o ter feito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A moral da história é que &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;toda a gente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; responsabilizou &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, quando &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;ninguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; fez o que &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;qualquer pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;podia ter feito.&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/754090498621669936-8208027400724062942?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/8208027400724062942/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=8208027400724062942' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/8208027400724062942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/8208027400724062942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/2009/04/reponsabilidades.html' title='Reponsabilidades'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06001941842086007101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SepBzQPWrxI/AAAAAAAAAlw/tY7SncXxpok/s72-c/trabalhos+de+um+artista+desconhecido+003-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-1761102873315049103</id><published>2009-04-18T21:39:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T20:20:01.685+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos de Varios Autores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos by Patrícia'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/Seo73qkfsqI/AAAAAAAAAlg/lzkXNwso7-k/s1600-h/Patr%C3%ADcia+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 184px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/Seo73qkfsqI/AAAAAAAAAlg/lzkXNwso7-k/s200/Patr%C3%ADcia+031.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326135336825238178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Circunda-te de Rosas&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ama&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bebe&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cala&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O mais é nada&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&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="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/754090498621669936-1761102873315049103?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/1761102873315049103/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=1761102873315049103' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/1761102873315049103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/1761102873315049103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/2009/04/circunda-te-de-rosas-ama.html' title=''/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06001941842086007101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/Seo73qkfsqI/AAAAAAAAAlg/lzkXNwso7-k/s72-c/Patr%C3%ADcia+031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-1205364706929461809</id><published>2009-04-17T22:47:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T23:46:54.796+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos de Varios Autores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos by Patrícia'/><title type='text'>Peixes, ou vida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/Sej5pKCCtgI/AAAAAAAAAlI/yvU6VCQszZI/s1600-h/PA050066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/Sej5pKCCtgI/AAAAAAAAAlI/yvU6VCQszZI/s320/PA050066.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325781044828485122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uns grandes, outros pequenos, amarelos, laranja ou pretos, todos eles são peixes...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; "Não importa a fisionomia que a vida te mostre, importa a fisionomia que tu encaras a vida" [Schmidt]&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/754090498621669936-1205364706929461809?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/1205364706929461809/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=1205364706929461809' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/1205364706929461809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/1205364706929461809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/2009/04/peixes-ou-vida.html' title='Peixes, ou vida...'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06001941842086007101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/Sej5pKCCtgI/AAAAAAAAAlI/yvU6VCQszZI/s72-c/PA050066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-4270889655200533351</id><published>2009-04-15T19:51:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T23:44:51.435+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos de Varios Autores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos by Patrícia'/><title type='text'>Vida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SeY5P_2YleI/AAAAAAAAAlA/7Y1SQeEWBOI/s1600-h/PB090104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SeY5P_2YleI/AAAAAAAAAlA/7Y1SQeEWBOI/s320/PB090104.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325006556412548578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O viajante está numa festa de São João, com barraquinhas, tiro ao alvo e comida caseira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; De repente, um palhaço começa a imitar todos os seus gestos. As pessoas riem e ele também se diverte. No fim, convida-o para tomar um café.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; - Comprometa-se com a vida - Diz o palhaço. - Se você está vivo, tem de sacudir os braços, pular, fazer barulho, rir e falar com as pessoas - Porque a vida é exatamente o oposto da morte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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 class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;"Morrer é ficar sempre na mesma posição. Se você está muito quieto, não está a viver"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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: justify;"&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: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Paulo Coelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Maktub&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/754090498621669936-4270889655200533351?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/4270889655200533351/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=4270889655200533351' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/4270889655200533351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/4270889655200533351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-viajante-esta-numa-festa-de-sao-joao.html' title='Vida...'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06001941842086007101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SeY5P_2YleI/AAAAAAAAAlA/7Y1SQeEWBOI/s72-c/PB090104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-8720064147666530298</id><published>2009-04-14T16:41:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T23:41:41.484+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musica'/><title type='text'>R. Kelly- I belive I Can Fly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AYq6bdJF4ts&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AYq6bdJF4ts&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I belive I can Fly..." Porque estas são as palavras que me acordaram hoje, porque eu acredito nelas, porque eu preciso de acreditar nelas... "I belive I can fly, I belive I can touch the sky..."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Eu Acredito Que Posso Voar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&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-size:medium;"&gt;Eu costumava pensar que eu não pudesse prosseguir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;E a vida não era nada, além de uma temível canção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Mas agora sei o significado do verdadeiro amor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Eu estou usando todas as minhas últimas armas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&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-size:medium;"&gt;Se eu posso ver isto, então posso fazer isso,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;E se eu só acreditar, nada poderá me impedir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&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-size:medium;"&gt;Eu acredito que posso voar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Eu acredito que eu posso tocar o céu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Penso nisto todos os dias e noites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Esticar minhas asas e voar ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Eu acredito que eu posso elevar-me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Eu me vejo correndo, atravessando uma porta aberta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Eu acredito que posso voar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&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-size:medium;"&gt;Eu vejo que estive no limite da auto destruição.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Às vezes o silêncio pode parecer muito barulhento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Há milagres da vida que eu tenho que alcançar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Mas eu sei que primeiro, tem que começar dentro de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&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-size:medium;"&gt;Ei, porque eu acredito em ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&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-size:medium;"&gt;Ei, se eu apenas esticar minhas asas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Eu posso voar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 16px;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;voar, voar, voar&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/754090498621669936-8720064147666530298?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/8720064147666530298/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=8720064147666530298' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Kelly- I belive I Can Fly'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06001941842086007101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-4590437892984946856</id><published>2009-04-14T14:52:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T20:22:02.945+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos de Patrícia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos by Patrícia'/><title type='text'>Manchas pretas numa folha de papel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SeTMIGlmtwI/AAAAAAAAAkw/l-iCGlWH5TE/s1600-h/P4040040-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 139px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SeTMIGlmtwI/AAAAAAAAAkw/l-iCGlWH5TE/s200/P4040040-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324605099038127874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Hoje a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;caneta&lt;/span&gt; pediu para deslizar no papel, formar &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;palavras&lt;/span&gt;, expressar sentimentos. Desorganizados? Não interessa, o que interessa é deixar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;fluir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;, deslizar, ver a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;folha&lt;/span&gt; pintada ou simplesmente manchada. &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:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O que escrevo eu?&lt;/span&gt; Não sei, qualquer coisa. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ensamentos&lt;/span&gt; confusos, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;desconectados do ser&lt;/span&gt;, estar, pensar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Escrever é o que importa, o quê, não interessa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O que escrevo eu?&lt;/span&gt; Não tenho nada para dizer, mas a caneta não para, só quer &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pintar&lt;/span&gt;, ela insiste e eu não resisto, deixo-a desenhar &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;letras&lt;/span&gt; ou riscos pensados, ou não pensados, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;o que importa é escrever, o que se escreve não interessa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Patrícia Silva&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;14.04.2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&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/754090498621669936-4590437892984946856?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/4590437892984946856/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=4590437892984946856' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/4590437892984946856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/4590437892984946856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/2009/04/manchas-pretas-numa-folha-de-papel.html' title='Manchas pretas numa folha de papel'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06001941842086007101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SeTMIGlmtwI/AAAAAAAAAkw/l-iCGlWH5TE/s72-c/P4040040-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-3126619202225298869</id><published>2009-04-13T22:09:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T20:22:41.143+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos de Varios Autores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos by Patrícia'/><title type='text'>Rotina e Tédio ou Falta de Atenção?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SeOtJWIKyJI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/IV9z1_Cv27c/s1600-h/Fotos-0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SeOtJWIKyJI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/IV9z1_Cv27c/s320/Fotos-0009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324289560552327314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tudo à nossa volta está a mudar constantemente. Em cada dia, o sol ilumina um mundo novo. Aquilo a que chamamos rotina está repleto de novas propostas e oportunidades. Mas não percebemos que cada dia é diferente do anterior. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje, em algun lugar, um tesouro espera-o. Pode ser um sorriso, pode ser uma grande conquista- não importa. A vida é feita de pequenos e grandes milagres. Nada é aborrecido porque tudo muda constantemente. O tédio não está no mundo mas na maneira como vemos o mundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como escreveu o poeta: T. S. Eliot:&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-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Percorrer muitas estradas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Voltar para casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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-family:'times new roman';"&gt;e olhar tudo como se fosse pela primeira vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Paulo Coelho&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maktub&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/754090498621669936-3126619202225298869?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/3126619202225298869/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=3126619202225298869' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/3126619202225298869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/3126619202225298869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/2009/04/rotina-e-tedio-ou-falta-de-atencao.html' title='Rotina e Tédio ou Falta de Atenção?'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06001941842086007101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SeOtJWIKyJI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/IV9z1_Cv27c/s72-c/Fotos-0009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-740994028618545605</id><published>2009-04-12T00:07:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T20:23:13.217+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos de Varios Autores'/><title type='text'>Borboleta Voa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SeMcI9imEEI/AAAAAAAAAjI/8polk5VZFAc/s1600-h/3074368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324130124766253122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SeMcI9imEEI/AAAAAAAAAjI/8polk5VZFAc/s400/3074368.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...] Duas lagartas teceram cada uma o seu casulo. Naquele ambiente protegido,  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;transformaram&lt;/span&gt;-se em &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;belíssimas&lt;/span&gt; borboletas. Quando estavam prestes a sair e voar livremente, vieram as ponderações. Uma borboleta, sentindo-se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;frágil&lt;/span&gt;, pensou para consigo: «A vida lá fora tem muitos perigos. Poderei ser despedaçada e comida por um pássaro. E mesmo se um predador não me atacar, poderei sofrer com as tempestades. Um raio poderá atingir-me. As chuvas poderão desabar as minhas asas, levando-me a tombar no chão. Além disso, a Primavera está a acabar, e se faltar o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;néctar&lt;/span&gt;? Quem me irá socorrer?» Os riscos de facto era muitos, e a pequena borboleta tinha as suas razões. Amedrontada, resolveu não partir. Ficou no seu protegido casulo, mas não tinha como sobreviver, morreu de um modo triste, desnutrida, desidratada e, pior ainda, enclausurada pelo mundo que tecera. (...) &lt;div&gt; (...) A outra borboleta também ficou apreensiva; tinha medo do mundo lá fora, sabia que muitas borboletas não duravam um dia fora do casulo, mas amou a liberdade mais do que os acidentes que viriam. E assim, partiu. Voou em direcção a todos os perigos. Preferiu ser um caminhante em busca da &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;única&lt;/span&gt; coisa que determinava a sua essência. [...]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Augusto &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cury&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;O Vendedor de Sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;Por isso eu digo: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sejamos livres, vivamos intensamente, o medo dos perigos impede-nos de cumprir o nosso destino, impede-nos de viver...&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="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&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/754090498621669936-740994028618545605?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/740994028618545605/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=740994028618545605' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/740994028618545605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/740994028618545605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/2009/04/borboleta-medrosa.html' title='Borboleta Voa...'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06001941842086007101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SeMcI9imEEI/AAAAAAAAAjI/8polk5VZFAc/s72-c/3074368.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-5071995120070998249</id><published>2009-04-11T23:49:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T23:45:14.760+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos de Varios Autores'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Os fracos matam o corpo dos seus inimigos, os fortes matam o significado deles dentro de si. Os que matam o corpo são assassinos, os que matam o que eles representam são sabios."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&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/754090498621669936-5071995120070998249?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/5071995120070998249/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=5071995120070998249' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/5071995120070998249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/5071995120070998249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/2009/04/os-fracos-matam-o-corpo-dos-seus.html' title=''/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06001941842086007101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-5793834463855999953</id><published>2009-04-10T22:12:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T23:42:15.889+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes/ Trailler'/><title type='text'>A Paixão de Cristo</title><content type='html'>Porque esta data representa todo o amor que alguém teve por nós e que todos nós deveríamos ter pelo outro...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(Atenção este vídeo contem cenas chocantes e não é aconselhado a pessoas sensíveis)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UGOXNEK_OuY&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UGOXNEK_OuY&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não esqueçamos de amar os outros como Ele nos amou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peço desculpa a minha falta de palavras mas depois de ver estas imagens, de contemplar todo o sacrifício deste homem, o amor que tem por nós, penso que não há mais nada a dizer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu desejo é que não só nesta data, mas todos os dias das nossas vidas, nós saibamos valorizar este amor e amar o próximo como se fosse o nosso próprio ser!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/754090498621669936-5793834463855999953?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/5793834463855999953/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=5793834463855999953' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/5793834463855999953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/5793834463855999953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/2009/04/paixao-de-cristo.html' title='A Paixão de Cristo'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06001941842086007101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-891611865081139497</id><published>2009-04-10T21:43:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T00:04:28.894+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Como são Feitos os Ovos Da Páscoa?</title><content type='html'>É uma duvida que tenho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323172371332074786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/Sd-1EX9sDSI/AAAAAAAAAiY/yc6UEFW9w30/s320/01+Ervideira+05.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Ahahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Páscoa Feliz a Todos os Meus Leitores =)&lt;/span&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/754090498621669936-891611865081139497?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/891611865081139497/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=891611865081139497' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/891611865081139497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/891611865081139497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/2009/04/como-sao-feitos-os-ovos-da-pascoa.html' title='Como são Feitos os Ovos Da Páscoa?'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06001941842086007101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/Sd-1EX9sDSI/AAAAAAAAAiY/yc6UEFW9w30/s72-c/01+Ervideira+05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-6178225205154994071</id><published>2009-04-10T20:48:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T23:47:36.341+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos de Varios Autores'/><title type='text'>Vem Cá Faz De Mim Tua...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SeOjtIvXdWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/eQ1hXoAJK7E/s1600-h/0003aprc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 371px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SeOjtIvXdWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/eQ1hXoAJK7E/s400/0003aprc.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324279180317652322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hum...&lt;br /&gt;Quero perder e achar-me, deixar-te louco&lt;br /&gt;Chamar-te com os meus dedos...&lt;br /&gt;Mover o corpo ao som do desejo...&lt;br /&gt;Hum ... Um aperto... Um encaixar...&lt;br /&gt;Quem disse?&lt;br /&gt;Que estes olhos não estariam sedentos de te beijar...&lt;br /&gt;Esta boca louca de viajar....&lt;br /&gt;Este corpo geme ao teu toque..&lt;br /&gt;Grita... Grita...&lt;br /&gt;Um delírio, na pele se desfaz...&lt;br /&gt;Descobrir um pestanejar nervoso nesse teu olhar, um calor crescendo....&lt;br /&gt;Uma gota de água que teima em escorrer pelo teu peito...&lt;br /&gt;Cabelos esvoaçando... Corpo deslizando...&lt;br /&gt;Uma língua passeando nuns lábios, sedentos de TI!...&lt;br /&gt;Uma mordida em mim, deixando-te louco nessa plateia...&lt;br /&gt;Descendo...&lt;br /&gt;Pedindo-te, mais...&lt;br /&gt;Parando...&lt;br /&gt;Ficando num movimento desconcertante...&lt;br /&gt;Um rasto de saliva paralisando a pele, pedindo para ser engolida...&lt;br /&gt;Gatinhar em cima de ti...&lt;br /&gt;Tatuar minha vontade nesse peito,descer&lt;br /&gt;as minhas mãos, minhas cúmplices, neste erotismo...&lt;br /&gt;Tirar peça a peça neste delírio...&lt;br /&gt;Acenar com a boca...&lt;br /&gt;Piscar o olho, e dizer com o corpo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vem Cá Faz De Mim Tua...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Cristina de Araújo&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/754090498621669936-6178225205154994071?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/6178225205154994071/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=6178225205154994071' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/6178225205154994071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/6178225205154994071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/2009/04/hum.html' title='Vem Cá Faz De Mim Tua...'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06001941842086007101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SeOjtIvXdWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/eQ1hXoAJK7E/s72-c/0003aprc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-731513681093423919</id><published>2009-04-10T20:23:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T20:25:33.764+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dedicatórias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos de Patrícia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos by Patrícia'/><title type='text'>Era uma vez...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Era uma vez, um rei que não usava coroa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...não tinha um castelo...&lt;/span&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-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...não conquistava impérios...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;text-align: left; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 310px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/Sd-c5bO115I/AAAAAAAAAhY/Gk4daDQXwak/s400/P3270163.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323145794951698322" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;..MAS...&lt;/span&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-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;usava uns óculos de sol super sexy's e um casaco aos quadrados... &lt;/span&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-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ao longe, avistou uma sombra solitária e correu ao seu encontro...&lt;/span&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/Sd-gVZMwjHI/AAAAAAAAAhg/pQTJgGpk7gQ/s320/P3270044-1.JPG" /&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: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que alegria esta alma sentiu ao encontrar um rei tão poderoso, tão imponente, meigo e atencioso como este, mas mostrou-se indiferente, triste, longe, distante...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/Sd-jR1ksr8I/AAAAAAAAAho/S4_9w7NVB1o/s320/P3270161.JPG" /&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: left;"&gt;.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;..então o rei comovido com a tristeza da pobre alma desesperada, esticou o braço colhendo do campo uma flor seca e murcha que ao ser tocada pelo rei se tornou brilhante e magnifica, a mais bela flor que a menina triste já tinha visto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/Sd-kmY30ajI/AAAAAAAAAhw/zBRkDNsKnhw/s320/P3270153.JPG" /&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: left;"&gt;Q&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;uando a menina recebeu esta flor mágica o mundo coloriu intensamente, só neste momento em que a flor do amor lhe tocou a alma percebeu a beleza do mundo e lhe permitiu ver o mundo com a beleza que ele realmente é! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Assim, levantou-se e pegou na mão do rei...&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;...E... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/Sd-nBRQiGRI/AAAAAAAAAh4/uiBa8Tj0cm0/s320/P3080059.JPG" /&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: left;"&gt;.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.. e foram felizes para sempre....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Link" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Link" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;[É assim que me sinto, a viver um verdadeiro conto de fadas. É esta a história que quero contar aos meus filhotes daqui a alguuuunnnsssss aninhos (espero eu) lol e tudo isto para lhe dizer a ele que é o rei do meu coração!! ahah]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Não sei o que me deu para escrever estas coisas "ridiculas" mas como dizia Fernado Pessoa:&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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   font-family:Georgia;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;h4 class="BlogPostHeader"  style="text-align: center; font-weight: normal; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 0px; font-size:150%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Todas as cartas de amor são&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;div class="BlogPostContent"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ridículas.&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="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Não seriam cartas de amor se não fossem&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="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ridículas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Também escrevi em meu tempo cartas de amor,&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="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Como as outras,&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="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ridículas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;As cartas de amor, se há amor,&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="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Têm de ser&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="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ridículas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Mas, afinal,&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="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Só as criaturas que nunca escreveram&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="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Cartas de amor&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="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;É que são&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="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ridículas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Quem me dera no tempo em que escrevia&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="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Sem dar por isso&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="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Cartas de amor&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="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ridículas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A verdade é que hoje&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="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;As minhas memórias&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="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Dessas cartas de amor&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="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;É que são&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="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ridículas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/754090498621669936-731513681093423919?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/731513681093423919/comments/default' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/754090498621669936-1501479537200620763?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/1501479537200620763/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=1501479537200620763' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/1501479537200620763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/1501479537200620763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/2009/04/caprichos-tecnologicos.html' title='Caprichos 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value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f7lV8Q79Yqk&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f7lV8Q79Yqk&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;udo ao meu redor são rostos familiares&lt;br /&gt;Lugares desgastados, faces desgastadas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claro e cedo para suas corridas diárias&lt;br /&gt;Indo a lugar nenhum, indo a lugar nenhum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suas lágrimas estão enchendo seus copos&lt;br /&gt;Sem expressão, sem expressão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escondo minha cabeça, eu quero afogar meu sofrimento&lt;br /&gt;Sem amanhã, sem amanhã&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu acho isso meio divertido&lt;br /&gt;Eu acho isso meio triste&lt;br /&gt;Os sonhos nos quais estou morrendo são os melhores que já tive&lt;br /&gt;Eu acho difícil para dizer-lhe&lt;br /&gt;Eu acho difícil para aceitar&lt;br /&gt;Quando pessoas correm em círculos, isso é um mundo muito&lt;br /&gt;Mundo louco, mundo louco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crianças esperam pelo dia que se sintam bem&lt;br /&gt;Feliz aniversário, feliz aniversário&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu me sinto como toda criança deveria&lt;br /&gt;Sentar e escutar, sentar e escutar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui para a escola e eu estava muito nervoso&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém me conhecia, ninguém me conhecia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olá professor me diga qual é minha lição&lt;br /&gt;Olhe bem pra mim, olhe bem pra mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu acho isso meio divertido&lt;br /&gt;Eu acho isso meio triste&lt;br /&gt;Os sonhos nos quais estou morrendo são os melhores que já tive&lt;br /&gt;Eu acho difícil para dizer-lhe&lt;br /&gt;Eu acho difícil para aceitar&lt;br /&gt;Quando pessoas correm em círculos, isso é um mundo muito&lt;br /&gt;Mundo louco, mundo louco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-0GjAyXoqKQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-0GjAyXoqKQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arrepia-me, faz-me vibrar, sentir, pensar... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosto, Gosto, Gosto....&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/754090498621669936-5080044230229532968?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/5080044230229532968/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=5080044230229532968' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/5080044230229532968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/5080044230229532968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/2009/04/mad-world-tears-for-fears.html' title='Mad World- Tears for Fears'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06001941842086007101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-5065504370224617628</id><published>2009-04-04T20:43:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T23:43:13.619+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dedicatórias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musica'/><title type='text'>Bon Jovi- Thank you for loving me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tenho a Dizer-te:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-7DAnErr3PQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-7DAnErr3PQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Obrigada por me amares...&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;Um beijo, SSS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/754090498621669936-5065504370224617628?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/5065504370224617628/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=5065504370224617628' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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de Varios Autores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Email&apos;s'/><title type='text'>A vida é simples, nós é que a complicamos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic; font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sherlock Holmes e Watson vão  acampar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-style: italic; font-family:georgia;font-size:16px;"&gt;Montam a tenda e, depois  de uma boa refeição e uma garrafa de vinho, deitam-se para  dormir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-style: italic; font-family:georgia;font-size:16px;"&gt;Algumas horas depois, Holmes acorda e diz para o seu  fiel amigo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-style: italic; font-family:georgia;font-size:16px;"&gt;- Meu caro Watson, olhe para cima e diga-me o que  vê.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-style: italic; font-family:georgia;font-size:16px;"&gt;Watson responde:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-style: italic; font-family:georgia;font-size:16px;"&gt;- Vejo milhares e  milhares de estrelas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-style: italic; font-family:georgia;font-size:16px;"&gt;Holmes, então,  pergunta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-style: italic; font-family:georgia;font-size:16px;"&gt;- E o que isso significa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Watson pondera  por um minuto, depois enumera:&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-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic; font-family:georgia;"&gt;1. Astronomicamente,  significa que há milhares e milhares de galáxias, e, potencialmente, biliões de  planetas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic; font-family:georgia;"&gt;2. Astrologicamente, observo que Saturno está em Leão e  teremos um dia de sorte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-style: italic; font-family:georgia;font-size:16px;"&gt;3. Temporalmente, deduzo que são  aproximadamente 03 horas e 15minutos pela altura em que se encontra a Estrela  Polar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-style: italic; font-family:georgia;font-size:16px;"&gt;4. Teologicamente, posso ver que Deus é todo-poderoso e  somos pequenos e insignificantes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-style: italic; font-family:georgia;font-size:16px;"&gt;5. Meteorologicamente,  suspeito que teremos um lindo dia.  Correcto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-style: italic; font-family:georgia;font-size:16px;"&gt;Holmes fica um minuto em silêncio e  diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-style: italic; font-family:georgia;font-size:16px;"&gt;- Fdssss... Watson, não vês que nos gamaram a puta da  tenda?!!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&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: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&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: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;É sempre mais complicado observar o que está mesmo a frente dos olhos...&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/754090498621669936-699936981262691901?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/699936981262691901/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=699936981262691901' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/699936981262691901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/699936981262691901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/2009/04/vida-e-simples-nos-e-que-complicamos.html' title='A vida é simples, nós é que a complicamos'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06001941842086007101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-8834877250913896460</id><published>2009-04-01T21:12:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T20:28:23.608+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos de Varios Autores'/><title type='text'>Brava Andorinha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Certa vez, houve uma inundação numa floresta imensa. O choro das nuvens que deveriam promover a vida dessa vez anunciou a morte. Os animais grandes bateram em retirada fugindo do afogamento, deixando até os filhos para trás. Devastavam tudo o que estava a frente. Os animais mais pequenos seguiam os seus rastos. De repente, uma pequena andorinha, toda ensopada, apareceu na direcção oposta procurando a quem salvar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; As hienas viram a atitude da andorinha e ficaram admiradíssimas. Disseram: "És louca! O que poderás fazer com um corpo tao fragil?" Os abutres bradaram: "Utópica! Vê se enxergasr a tua pequenez!" Por onde a fragil andorinha passava, era ridicularizada. Mas, atenta, procurava alguém que pudesse resgatar. As suas asas batiam fatigadas, quando viu um filhote de beija-flor debatendo-se na água, quase a desistir... Apesar de nunca ter aprendido a mergulhar, atirou-se à água e com muito esforçopegou no diminuto pássaro pela asa esquerda. E bateu em retirada, carregando o filhote no bico.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Ao regressar, encontrou outras hienas, que não tardaram a declarar: "Maluca! Quer ser uma heroína!" Mas não parou; muito cansada, só descansou depois de deixar o pequeno beija-flor num local seguro. Horas depois, encontrou as hienas debaixo de uma sombra. Fitando-as nos olhos, deu uma resposta: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Só me sinto digna das minhas asas se as utilizar para fazer os outros voarem."&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/754090498621669936-8834877250913896460?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/8834877250913896460/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=8834877250913896460' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/8834877250913896460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/8834877250913896460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/2009/04/brava-andorinha.html' title='Brava Andorinha'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06001941842086007101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-5055101626957249318</id><published>2009-03-30T23:23:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T23:11:22.077+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dedicatórias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos by Patrícia'/><title type='text'>Parabens à Prima lá das lagoas e dos charcos bem verdinhos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SdFK508_1EI/AAAAAAAAAgg/S70GNv7tyC4/s1600-h/P9150042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SdFK508_1EI/AAAAAAAAAgg/S70GNv7tyC4/s320/P9150042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319114992228750402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - Hoje a Prima faz anos, o que posso fazer para lhe dar uns parabéns merecidos?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SdFKnDrqFfI/AAAAAAAAAgY/w17kQE3cdGc/s1600-h/P9150035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SdFKnDrqFfI/AAAAAAAAAgY/w17kQE3cdGc/s320/P9150035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319114669765039602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - hum.... Deixa-me pensar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SdFKYUEjb2I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/Ir8baHs1AZ4/s1600-h/P9150053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SdFKYUEjb2I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/Ir8baHs1AZ4/s320/P9150053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319114416466390882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - Bolas está difícil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SdFLRN9OcuI/AAAAAAAAAgo/TP2M0k6cMXY/s1600-h/P9150054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SdFLRN9OcuI/AAAAAAAAAgo/TP2M0k6cMXY/s320/P9150054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319115394077586146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - Posso oferecer-lhe o meu sorriso, ela com certeza iria ficar contente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SdFKCyZiOKI/AAAAAAAAAgI/G0twB_FniWo/s1600-h/P9150038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SdFKCyZiOKI/AAAAAAAAAgI/G0twB_FniWo/s320/P9150038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319114046650333346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - Mas posso oferecer-lhe o meu sorriso e mais qualquer coisa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SdFJEPzFgUI/AAAAAAAAAgA/98_hA7COGeY/s1600-h/Fotos-0113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SdFJEPzFgUI/AAAAAAAAAgA/98_hA7COGeY/s320/Fotos-0113.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319112972210372930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - Entao, ofereço-lhe um beijinho (mais que bom) e se pudesse oferecia-lhe também estes óculos visto que ela tem andado meia "vesga", priminha, só quero o teu bem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desejo-te uma vida cheia de vivências e aprendizagem, desejo que tires o melhor partido de tudo isto com um sorriso que me parece ser teu característico, desejo também que tenhas as lágrimas necessárias para valorizar um sorriso sincero e principalmente desejo que sejas uma das poucas pessoas a descobrir o verdadeiro significado da palavra "felicidade"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um beijinho enorme*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bom a uns minutos no fim do dia mas ainda vim a tempo... =P)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/754090498621669936-5055101626957249318?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/5055101626957249318/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=5055101626957249318' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/5055101626957249318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/5055101626957249318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/2009/03/parabens-prima-la-das-lagoas-e-dos.html' title='Parabens à Prima lá das lagoas e dos charcos bem verdinhos...'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06001941842086007101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SdFK508_1EI/AAAAAAAAAgg/S70GNv7tyC4/s72-c/P9150042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-5577888188181111057</id><published>2009-03-27T19:13:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-07-16T23:48:03.610+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos de Patrícia'/><title type='text'>Sonhos...</title><content type='html'>Mais uma noite que sonho que tu voltas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À uns tempos sonhei que ao chegar a casa, estranhei a porta estar aberta, mas entrei, disse-te boa tarde como de costume e segui em direcção ao meu quarto como se nada de estranho estivesse a acontecer mas, de repente, apercebi-me que a quase 2 anos que não te via na sala a esculpir as tuas ideias num pedaço de madeira qualquer. Corri para a sala, abraçamos-nos disseste que tinhas feito uma viagem longa mas que agora estavas de volta! E foi no meio de toda esta felicidade que acordei vendo que tudo não passava de um sonho bom, mas ainda sentido o teu abraço, o teu cheiro, o teu olhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sonhei de novo, mas agora estávamos todos reunidos, num dos nossos encontros de família fantásticos. E tu, sempre atrás de mim, porque as luzes estavam acesas, porque já me tinhas chamado para a mesa e eu estava atrasada. Relembrando uma rotina que nunca mais irá existir. A verdade é que ao acordar ouvi a tua voz nitidamente perfeita e revi a tua imagem estruturalmente igual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez sejam as minhas saudades a falar mais alto, ou talvez tenham sido as tuas que não te deixaram resistir à distancia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu gostei de sentir a tua presença novamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada pela tua visita meu papi um beijo para ti e um abraço bem apertadinho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/754090498621669936-5577888188181111057?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/5577888188181111057/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=5577888188181111057' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/5577888188181111057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/5577888188181111057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/2009/03/sonhos.html' title='Sonhos...'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06001941842086007101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-1934691389348679290</id><published>2009-03-26T15:34:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-07-16T23:49:01.422+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos de Patrícia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musica'/><title type='text'>Quem é Quem Xutos &amp; Pontapés</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wcqwwPeFHQk&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wcqwwPeFHQk&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Composição: Xutos &amp;amp; Pontapés&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quem é quem&lt;br /&gt;Pé ante pé na noite fechada&lt;br /&gt;Para deixar presa a hiena esfomeada&lt;br /&gt;Dos olhos escapa um brilho cruel&lt;br /&gt;Matar a fome é o seu papel&lt;br /&gt;O comboio de chibos avança com o trigo&lt;br /&gt;E trazendo armas prontas fixas no seu tejadilho&lt;br /&gt;Uma cor de sangue o sol derrama&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto Nasce&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto Nasce o horror&lt;br /&gt;Na terra Africana&lt;br /&gt;Num fechar e olhos cercam a aldeia&lt;br /&gt;Todos à caça na sua alcateia&lt;br /&gt;As gentes fogem ainda estremunhadas&lt;br /&gt;Rapidamente são apanhadas&lt;br /&gt;Não há quem lhes escape&lt;br /&gt;Não há quem resista&lt;br /&gt;São os Senhores da Guerra&lt;br /&gt;Essa raça maldita&lt;br /&gt;Procuram prazer num jogo mortal&lt;br /&gt;Ficamos sem saber&lt;br /&gt;Quem é o homem, quem é o animal&lt;br /&gt;Quem é quem&lt;br /&gt;Nesta selva sangrenta&lt;br /&gt;Quem é quem&lt;br /&gt;Neste dia violento&lt;br /&gt;Quem é quem&lt;br /&gt;Deixando um rasto com um toque de dor&lt;br /&gt;Quem é quem&lt;br /&gt;Por aqui passaram os filhos do ditador&lt;br /&gt;Uns sem pai de uma mãe esfomeada&lt;br /&gt;A lei do mais forte é lhes sempre aplicada&lt;br /&gt;As malas foram as suas primeiras letras&lt;br /&gt;As facas do mato as suas canetas&lt;br /&gt;Com elas escrevem uma história de terror&lt;br /&gt;Com brasas, cobre e gritos de dor&lt;br /&gt;Quem é quem&lt;br /&gt;Pergunta a hiena&lt;br /&gt;Fervendo o sangue&lt;br /&gt;A correr nesta arena&lt;br /&gt;Quem é quem&lt;br /&gt;Nesta selva sangrenta&lt;br /&gt;E a milícia de sangue sedenta&lt;br /&gt;Quem é quem&lt;br /&gt;Neste dia violento&lt;br /&gt;Mulheres e crianças são o seu movimento&lt;br /&gt;Quem é quem&lt;br /&gt;Deixando um rasto com um toque de dor&lt;br /&gt;Quem é quem&lt;br /&gt;Por aqui passaram os filhos do ditador&lt;br /&gt;Quem é quem&lt;br /&gt;Quem é quem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/ScuinSz-vpI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/RTwDabS3ayc/s1600-h/nina_kim_phuc_guerra_vietnam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/ScuinSz-vpI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/RTwDabS3ayc/s320/nina_kim_phuc_guerra_vietnam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317522580989460114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;Afinal, quem é quem? somos homens ou somos animais?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Somos todos seres humanos, sem excepção mas uns tem tudo e outros não tem nada! Como podemos falar em liberdade quando aqui nem as crianças podem sonhar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Isto entristece-me....&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/754090498621669936-1934691389348679290?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/1934691389348679290/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=1934691389348679290' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/1934691389348679290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/1934691389348679290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/2009/03/quem-e-quem-xutos-pontapes.html' title='Quem é Quem Xutos &amp; Pontapés'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06001941842086007101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/ScuinSz-vpI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/RTwDabS3ayc/s72-c/nina_kim_phuc_guerra_vietnam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-3990316836766503376</id><published>2009-03-23T16:20:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-23T16:26:20.036Z</updated><title type='text'>Significado do nome Patrícia</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;Origem do Nome Patrícia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;p&gt; Qual a origem do nome Patrícia: EGÍPCIO &lt;/p&gt; &lt;h2&gt;Significado de Patrícia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;p&gt; Qual o significado do nome Patrícia: NOME DE UM DOS TEMPLOS DE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ÍSIS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h2&gt;Significado e origem do nome patrícia - Analise da Primeira Letra do Nome: P&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;p&gt; Em &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;buscas&lt;/span&gt; da paz a qualquer custo, mesmo que para isso tenha que brigar. Não é capaz sequer de se imaginar vivendo ao lado de pessoas que se relacionam na base de tapas e berros, mesmo que sejam elas sua mãe, seu pai ou o grande amor da sua vida. Além de paz, seu coração vive em busca de muito de amor. É o tipo de pessoa que está sempre namorando, dificilmente está só. E que ninguém tente prender ou proibir de alguma coisa, em situações como esta é adeus na sem pensar. Tomar muito cuidado para não julgar ou criticar demais os outros.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h2&gt;Significado do nome Patrícia - Sua marca no mundo!&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;h3&gt;RESERVADA,EQUILÍBRIO,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;CONFIABILIDADE&lt;/span&gt;,PERSPICÁCIA,ESPÍRITO ANALÍTICO&lt;/h3&gt; Passa a impressão de uma pessoa muito inteligente e intuitiva, desde muito cedo é notória sua vocação por actividades intelectuais. Não se atrai por actividades desgastantes e de esforço &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;físico&lt;/span&gt;. Na maturidade demonstra ter a vida sob controle. Alguém que valoriza a espiritualidade. Sempre envolvida com seus pensamentos pode passar a impressão de solitária. Séria, não aceita intimidades ou brincadeiras inoportunas. Bastante reservada, torna-se difícil ter sua confiança, e guarda seus segredos sempre para si. Não se familiariza com encontros sociais, prefere sempre &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;actividades&lt;/span&gt; que exijam concentração. Fala pouco, e evita comentários óbvios, nunca age com a intenção de impressionar, por isso só participa de conversas quando está embalsada de sua observação e cuidadosa analise. Preocupa-se com o conteúdo e nunca com a forma. Esta postura tende a isola-la do mundo, pois dificilmente confia na ajuda de alguém, a maneira de ser bem compreendido e aproveitar os aspectos positivos da personalidade é controlar o egoísmo e buscar abrir-se mais ao mundo. &lt;h2&gt;Patrícia Significado - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Numerologia&lt;/span&gt; - Expressão 5&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;h3&gt;COMO O MUNDO TE VÊ?&lt;/h3&gt;O número da Expressão revela a missão que tem, o que deve fazer ou ser nesta vida, para que atinja sucesso e alcance suas metas e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;objectivos&lt;/span&gt;. Descreve como você se expressa no mundo. O seu "eu" completo - personalidade, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;carácter&lt;/span&gt;, disposição, identidade, temperamento.Cheio de recursos e com uma mente aberta, tipo de pessoa que se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;mantém&lt;/span&gt; sempre informado. Muito inteligente e capta tudo com facilidade, por isso encontra diversas maneiras e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ideias&lt;/span&gt; para fazer as coisas. Como aprecia a liberdade de se locomover e ir por onde quer, vive fugindo de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;responsabilidades&lt;/span&gt; ou de situações muito sólidas. Sente necessidade de mudança, e versatilidade de oportunidades, por isso acaba as vezes deixando seus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;projectos&lt;/span&gt; pela metade passando a imagem de pessoa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;inconstante&lt;/span&gt;. Por ser &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;alguém&lt;/span&gt; de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;interesses&lt;/span&gt; muito variados tende a estar sempre fazendo várias coisas ao mesmo tempo. Busca ocupações em que não precise ficar isolado, nem fechado em quatro paredes. Profissões apropriadas para esta Expressão são aquelas que o colocam em &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;contacto&lt;/span&gt; com as pessoas, como &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;detective&lt;/span&gt;, agente do serviço secreto, agente de turismo, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;actor&lt;/span&gt;, inventor, promotor, líder cívico, político, advogado, editor, orador, guia turístico, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;caminhoneiro&lt;/span&gt;, publicitário, crítico de teatro. Atenção para o excesso de bebida, drogas ou sexo e com a permissividade.&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;patrícia&lt;/span&gt; Significado - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Numerologia&lt;/span&gt; - Impressões 3&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;h3&gt;COMO VOCÊ VÊ O MUNDO?&lt;/h3&gt; Mostra a pessoa como é interiormente. Revela como pensa, sente e age. Seu o desejo íntimo da alma, o seu "eu interior", suas esperanças, sonhos, ideais, motivações. As vezes é possível que percebamos essa manifestação, mas talvez não a expressamos como &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;deveríamos&lt;/span&gt; ou mesmo não vivemos de acordo com ela, assim estamos reprimindo os nossos sentimentos e impulsos, o que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;gostaríamos&lt;/span&gt; de ser ou fazer, estamos adormecendo nossos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;objectivos&lt;/span&gt; secretos, as ambições, os ideais mais &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;íntimos&lt;/span&gt;.São muito expressivos, os de número 3 na Impressão encontram suas oportunidades ao escrever, falar ou representar. São imaginativos e criativos, como um verdadeiro artista. Levam a vida de forma leve mas gostam de chamar atenção e serem populares. Muito determinados, excessivamente generosos, possuem muita sensibilidade, agradáveis e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;prestativo&lt;/span&gt;s com todos, mas também um tanto impacientes. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Possui&lt;/span&gt; intimamente o sentimento de presunção que deve ser bem aplicado se quiser atingir seus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;objectivos&lt;/span&gt;. Excelentes oradores, escritores, compositores, cantores, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;actores&lt;/span&gt; ou decoradores. Por seu poder de oratória consegue se destacar também como &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;óptimos&lt;/span&gt; vendedores do mercado de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;acções&lt;/span&gt; e do meio imobiliário. Apreciam música, estética, artes e estilismo. Pode se tornar uma pessoa supersensível, tímida, convencida, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;auto determinada&lt;/span&gt;, impaciente, atormentada ou extravagante, se não tomar conta dos seus pontos negativos. Chegar ao sucesso não é &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;difícil&lt;/span&gt;, basta unir seus interesses com seus talentos.&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;patrícia&lt;/span&gt; Significado - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Numerologia&lt;/span&gt; - Anseios da Alma 2&lt;/h2&gt; ANIMA - O QUE MOVE VOCÊ? A vibração da ANIMA mostra a impressão que você transmite às pessoas e os efeitos que lhes causam. Deve ser considerado um dos número mais importantes na sua vida. Conhecendo-o poderá entender o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;planeamento&lt;/span&gt; da sua vida. Compreendendo este plano e buscando viver de acordo com seu significado trará mais sentido à sua vida, e a fará mais útil e feliz. Ter consciência dessa vibração ajuda a reconhecer o porquê de suas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;aversões&lt;/span&gt; e gostos. Não desperdiçará um dia sequer de sua vida, e jamais a sentirá &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;inútil&lt;/span&gt; ou sedentária na velhice se viver de acordo com as vibrações deste número. 2 - Sua vida é a procura de companheirismo, cumplicidade, amor, casamento e compreensão. Para atrair as amizades que deseja age com &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;gentileza&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;atenciosidade&lt;/span&gt;. Pessoas de número 2 geralmente têm capacidades psíquicas que apreciariam desenvolver. E normalmente gostariam de seguir carreira nas artes plásticas ou na música.&lt;h2&gt;Significado e origem do Nome &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Patrícia&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Arcanos&lt;/span&gt; do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Tarot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.significado.origem.nom.br/nomes/tarot/7.jpg" width="160" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.significado.origem.nom.br/nomes/tarot/5.jpg" width="160" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.significado.origem.nom.br/nomes/tarot/3.jpg" width="160" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.significado.origem.nom.br/nomes/tarot/2.jpg" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;h3&gt; Arcano 7 - O Carro&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;b&gt;SIMBOLOGIA&lt;/b&gt; O arcano do carro fala do domínio do homem sobre os quatro elementos vitais: terra, ar, água e fogo. O carro indica o ser humano em &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;equilíbrio&lt;/span&gt; e bem sucedido, que foi capaz de decidir &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;correctamente&lt;/span&gt;. É a promessa de realização e sucesso em todos os sentidos. Representa a submissão dos elementos da natureza e da matéria ao talento e a inteligência do homem. Este arcano é uma mensagem indiscutível de sucesso, aponta para viagem e novos rumos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ASPECTOS POSITIVOS&lt;/b&gt; É demonstração da capacidade humana de através da mente controlar o corpo (carro) num rumo certo e definido, apesar das emoções. Representa o equilíbrio, segurança, amparo material e moral, domínio, realização, sucesso, discernimento e triunfo, preocupação e interesse pelo futuro e pelos mistérios da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ASPECTOS NEGATIVOS&lt;/b&gt; O carro mostra que é necessário tomar as rédeas e controlar as forças psíquicas para conduzir a vida ao caminho que nós escolhemos, não tomar estas rédeas nos empurra para a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;fraqueza&lt;/span&gt;, egocentrismo, descontrole, irreflexão, orgulho, brutalidade, fracasso, desengano e doenças.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;INTERPRETAÇÕES DO ARCANO NO SENTIDOS:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MENTAL:&lt;/b&gt; As coisas se realizam, mas falta ainda montar as peças de conjunto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;EMOCIONAL:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;Afecto&lt;/span&gt; manifestado; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;protector&lt;/span&gt;, serviçal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FÍSICO:&lt;/b&gt; Grande &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;actividade&lt;/span&gt;, rapidez nas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;acções&lt;/span&gt;. Boa saúde, força, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;actividade&lt;/span&gt; intensa. Do ponto de vista do dinheiro: gastos ou ganhos, movimento de fundos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PALAVRAS SÁBIAS&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;Podemos&lt;/span&gt; interpretar esta arcano como a mensagem de conciliação dos antagonismos, condução de forças divergentes. Progresso, mobilidade, e anuncio de viagens. Significa também notícia inesperada e conquista.&lt;br /&gt;O &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;tacto&lt;/span&gt;, a educação, a diplomacia e a firmeza de propósitos são importantes ferramentas para se controlar as forças &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;conflitantes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;"Quando a ciência entrar em teu coração e a sabedoria for doce em tua alma, pede e te será dado..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;INFLUENCIA NA SUA VIDA&lt;/b&gt; Esse arcano influencia positivamente 70% da sua vida.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h3&gt; Arcano 5 - O Papa&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;b&gt;SIMBOLOGIA&lt;/b&gt; O arcano do Papa representa penetração de Deus nos três mundos possíveis, o divino, o intelectual e o físico. Fala das virtudes que vencem os sete pecados capitais. Indica sabedoria e o sinal de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;obediência&lt;/span&gt; à ela. Mestre da ciência e dos mistérios sagrados, aquele que representa as inspirações do espírito e da consciência, a fertilização do espírito, o uso e o abuso do conhecimento esotérico ou ocultista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ASPECTOS POSITIVOS&lt;/b&gt; É o grande pai da espiritualidade, que indica poder espiritual, autoridade, novos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;aprendizados&lt;/span&gt;, justiça, inteligência analítica, equilíbrio, dever moral, compaixão, bondade, consciência, um grande conselheiro e generosidade, é também a corporificação da autoridade e da lei. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;Cultua&lt;/span&gt; sua autoridade natural e preserva seu senso de justiça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ASPECTOS NEGATIVOS&lt;/b&gt; No lado negativo pode vir a demonstrar vulnerabilidade, fragilidade, irracionalidade, moralismo estreito, superstição, conselheiro incompetente e ressentimento. Mostra também a dificuldade em se adaptar as novas circunstâncias ou a situações de mudança. Sem uso da razão não consegue dissipar as incertezas e as instabilidades que sempre rodeiam a vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;INTERPRETAÇÕES DO ARCANO NO SENTIDOS:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MENTAL:&lt;/b&gt; O Pontífice representa a forma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;activa&lt;/span&gt; da inteligência humana, que traz principalmente as soluções lógicas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;EMOCIONAL:&lt;/b&gt; Sentimentos poderosos, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;afectos&lt;/span&gt; sólidos, solicitude, sem cair em sentimentalismos. O Pontífice indica os sentimentos normais, tal como devem ser manifestados na vida, de acordo com as circunstâncias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FÍSICO:&lt;/b&gt; Equilíbrio, segurança na situação e na saúde. Segredo revelado. Vocação religiosa ou cientifica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PALAVRAS SÁBIAS&lt;/b&gt; Perceba que este é o arcano do ato da bênção, da iniciação, do ensino. Emprego da Lei, e do dever. Fala de moral e consciência. Aponta para a busca de sentido, e para a chegada da hora da verdade, sugere confiança na indicação do caminho da salvação.&lt;br /&gt;Muitas vezes, para podermos tomar uma boa decisão, para agirmos na &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;direcção&lt;/span&gt; certa, devemos ouvir alguém que tenha mais experiência. Assim. depois estaremos prontos para &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;efectuar&lt;/span&gt; o nosso próprio julgamento.&lt;br /&gt;"De ouvido te havia escutado, mas agora meus olhos te vêem e o meu coração te sente..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;INFLUENCIA NA SUA VIDA&lt;/b&gt; Esse arcano influencia positivamente 70% da sua vida.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h3&gt; Arcano 3 - A Imperatriz&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;b&gt;SIMBOLOGIA&lt;/b&gt; A Imperatriz traz em si os aspectos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;matronais&lt;/span&gt;. Mostra que traz no seu íntimo a segurança e a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;tranquilidade&lt;/span&gt;, e as emoções em perfeito equilíbrio, tem força de vontade e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;subtileza&lt;/span&gt;. Traz uma afirmação de fé e esperança na vida. E simboliza a multiplicação. Mais humana e terrena que a Papisa e sugere a produtividade feminina, ela é o ciclo da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ASPECTOS POSITIVOS&lt;/b&gt; Aponta para o progresso real da vida, tanto profissional, quanto social e especialmente pessoal. A compreensão, a descoberta do corpo como algo valioso, a vaidade &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;actuando&lt;/span&gt; como força positiva. É o prazer em todas as suas manifestações. Liderança, representa a alma do homem, sua compreensão, elegância e domínio, a feminilidade como forma de expressão, de criação e de poder exercido com &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;subtileza&lt;/span&gt;. Talento e habilidade são seus instrumentos para enfrentar os obstáculos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ASPECTOS NEGATIVOS&lt;/b&gt; Para conquistar progresso em todos os &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;sectores&lt;/span&gt; da vida, é preciso que tenha sempre os pés bem firmes no chão pois quando apresenta os aspectos negativos leva à esterilidade, desinteresse, infidelidade, vacilação, pobreza de espírito, fracasso, frivolidade, vaidade, falta de senso prático, perda de bens materiais, futilidade e abandono.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;INTERPRETAÇÕES DO ARCANO NO SENTIDOS:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MENTAL:&lt;/b&gt; Penetração na matéria por meio do conhecimento das coisas práticas. Os problemas vêem à tona e podem ser reconhecidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;EMOCIONAL:&lt;/b&gt; Capacidade para penetrar na alma dos seres. Pensamento fecundo e criador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FÍSICO:&lt;/b&gt; Esperança, equilíbrio. Soluciona os problemas. Renova e melhora as situações. Poder continuo e irresistível nas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;acções&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PALAVRAS SÁBIAS&lt;/b&gt; Este arcano traz em si o sentido da Sabedoria. O discernimento e o idealismo, como armas. É o arcano da Magia Sagrada, instrumento do poder divino.&lt;br /&gt;Os frutos da semeadura amadurecem e logo podem ser colhidos. Tudo tem um ciclo certo. Cada coisa a seu tempo. Na natureza nada se perde, tudo está em evolução.&lt;br /&gt;"É a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;tecelã&lt;/span&gt;, ela faz telas para seu uso e telas que não irá usar..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;INFLUENCIA NA SUA VIDA&lt;/b&gt; Esse arcano influencia positivamente 80% de sua vida.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h3&gt; Arcano 2 - A Papisa&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;b&gt;SIMBOLOGIA&lt;/b&gt; Símbolo do mistério dos sonhos e ilusões. A Papisa ou a grande Sacerdotisa representa a grande divindade feminina, regente da a magia, é também a poderosa feiticeira. Personificação da boa memória, aquela que detém todo conhecimento e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;registos&lt;/span&gt; do passado. Representa os três horizontes: passado, presente e futuro. É a representação do poder feminino e não precisa lutar para afirmar-se.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ASPECTOS POSITIVOS&lt;/b&gt; A Papisa indica sabedoria, julgamento correto, sagacidade, bom senso, habilidade para ensinar, segurança, ausência de sentimentalismo, emoções ocultas, relacionamentos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;platónicos&lt;/span&gt; e tendência para evitar envolvimentos emocionais. Indica realização, é o brilho da verdade e do mérito, a entrega no futuro com confiança desde que com sabedoria e reserva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ASPECTOS NEGATIVOS&lt;/b&gt; Ignorância, falsa puritana, domínio do supérfluo, egoísmo, presunção, preguiça, imaginação em excesso, intenções hostis, desenvolver a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71"&gt;passividade&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72"&gt;sõa&lt;/span&gt; aspectos negativos, dos quais pode se livrar tendo como conduta a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_73"&gt;protecção&lt;/span&gt; dos desejos e das fraquezas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;INTERPRETAÇÕES DO ARCANO NO SENTIDOS:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MENTAL:&lt;/b&gt; Grande riqueza de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_74"&gt;ideias&lt;/span&gt;. Responde a problemas concretos melhor do que a questões vagas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;EMOCIONAL:&lt;/b&gt; É amistosa, recebe bem. Mas não é &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_75"&gt;afectuosa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FÍSICO:&lt;/b&gt; Situação garantida, poder sobre os acontecimentos, revelação de coisas ocultas, segurança de triunfo sobre o mal. Boa saúde, mas com um ritmo físico lento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PALAVRAS SÁBIAS&lt;/b&gt; Acima de tudo o arcano aponta para a Sabedoria, para a ordem divina, a lei, e o poder da reflexão. Fala também do princípio feminino, receptivo e materno. Dos mistérios e uso da intuição.&lt;br /&gt;Procure compreender melhor a situação antes de tomar uma decisão. As vezes é necessário usar as nossas forças chamadas femininas. Passividade, sedução, intuição, suavidade, entendimento...&lt;br /&gt;"O vento e as ondas estão sempre a favor de quem sabe navegar..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;INFLUENCIA NA SUA VIDA&lt;/b&gt; Esse arcano influencia positivamente 70% de sua vida.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/754090498621669936-3990316836766503376?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/3990316836766503376/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=3990316836766503376' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/3990316836766503376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/3990316836766503376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/2009/03/significado-do-nome-patricia.html' title='Significado do nome Patrícia'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06001941842086007101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-1335080761311214959</id><published>2009-03-20T22:11:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-07-16T23:49:40.489+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cultura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musica'/><title type='text'>Che Guevara</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td colspan="6" face="verdana" valign="top"&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4jTTmGaW1G0&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4jTTmGaW1G0&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Revolucionário e líder político latino-americano, cuja negação a            aderir-se tanto ao capitalismo quanto ao comunismo ortodoxo,            transformou-o num emblema da luta socialista. Por sua aparência            selvagem, romântica e revolucionária, Che Guevara significa hoje uma            lenda para os jovens revolucionários de todo o mundo, um exemplo de            fidelidade e total devoção à união dos povos subjugados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;           &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td colspan="2" valign="top"&gt;           &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;           "Nasci na Argentina; não é um segredo para ninguém. Sou cubano e            também sou argentino e, se não se ofendem as ilustríssimas senhorias            da América Latina, me sinto tão patriota da América Latina, de            qualquer país da América Latina, que no momento em que fosse            necessário, estaria disposto a entregar a minha vida pela libertação de            qualquer um dos países da América Latina, sem pedir nada para ninguém,            sem exigir nada, sem explorar ninguém."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td&gt;           &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td&gt;           &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;tr&gt;            &lt;td height="46"&gt;           &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td&gt;           &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;           &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 97px; height: 83px;" src="http://www.mibsasquerido.com.ar/Assets/Personagens/che-firma.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td valign="top"&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;             O SOCIALISMO E O HOMEM EM CUBA&lt;i&gt; (1965) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;blockquote&gt;                &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;               «O caminho é longo e cheio de dificuldades. Às vezes, por                extraviar a estrada, temos que retroceder; outras, por caminhar                depressa demais, nos separamos das massas; em ocasiões, por ir                lentamente sentimos de perto o hálito daqueles que pisam nos                nossos calcanhares. Em nossa ambição de revolucionários, tratamos                de caminhar o mais depressa possível, abrindo caminhos, mas                sabemos que temos que nutrir-nos da massa e que esta só poderá                avançar mais rápido se for alentada com nosso exemplo.» &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;/blockquote&gt;             &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                &lt;b&gt;MENSAGEM AOS POVOS DO MUNDO &lt;i&gt;(1967)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;blockquote&gt;                &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;               «Toda a nossa acção é um grito de guerra contra o imperialismo e um                clamor pela unidade dos povos contra o grande inimigo do gênero                humano: os Estados Unidos da América do Norte. Em qualquer lugar                que a morte nos surpreenda, que seja bem-vinda, sempre que esse,                nosso grito de guerra, tenha chegado até um ouvido receptivo, e                outra mão se estenda para empunhar nossas armas, e outros homens                se prestem a entoar os cantos pesarosos com estrondos de                metralhadoras e novos gritos de guerra e de vitória.»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/ScQWub68iuI/AAAAAAAAAfI/cGBNQtyjJvQ/s1600-h/che.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/ScQWub68iuI/AAAAAAAAAfI/cGBNQtyjJvQ/s200/che.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315398447228816098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/Patricia/DEFINI~1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/754090498621669936-1335080761311214959?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/1335080761311214959/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=1335080761311214959' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/1335080761311214959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/1335080761311214959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/2009/03/che-guevara.html' title='Che Guevara'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06001941842086007101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/ScQWub68iuI/AAAAAAAAAfI/cGBNQtyjJvQ/s72-c/che.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-1303435956073756623</id><published>2009-03-20T21:32:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-07-16T23:51:58.267+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos de Varios Autores'/><title type='text'>Vendedor De sonhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/ScQNL6mLqDI/AAAAAAAAAe4/t-arjJyff7s/s1600-h/pegadas%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 154px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/ScQNL6mLqDI/AAAAAAAAAe4/t-arjJyff7s/s200/pegadas%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315387958563153970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sou apenas um caminhante&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que perdeu o medo de se perder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Estou certo de que sou imperfeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Podem chamar-me louco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Podem gozar das minhas ideias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Não importa!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que importa é que sou um caminhante&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que vende sonhos aos transeuntes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Não tenho bússola nem agenda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Não tenho nada, mas tenho tudo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou apenas um caminhante&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À procura de mim mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;"&gt;Augusto Cury&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos nós deveríamos cantar esta mesma canção, sem nos importar com os outros, apenas em vender sonhos e fazer os outros felizes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/754090498621669936-1303435956073756623?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/1303435956073756623/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=1303435956073756623' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/1303435956073756623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/1303435956073756623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/2009/03/vendedor-de-sonhos.html' title='Vendedor De sonhos'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06001941842086007101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/ScQNL6mLqDI/AAAAAAAAAe4/t-arjJyff7s/s72-c/pegadas%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-9089201617637970255</id><published>2009-03-20T21:08:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-07-16T23:46:20.282+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos de Varios Autores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos by Patrícia'/><title type='text'>A importancia de sonhar..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/ScQOEHlGMJI/AAAAAAAAAfA/l0KqY5nq0SU/s1600-h/P3080040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/ScQOEHlGMJI/AAAAAAAAAfA/l0KqY5nq0SU/s320/P3080040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315388924120936594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"[...]Sem sonhos, os monstros que nos assediam, estejam eles alojados na nossa mente ou no terreno social, irão controlar-nos. O objectivo fundamental dos sonhos não é o sucesso, mas livrar-nos do fantasma do consumismo. (...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...) Se os vossos sonhos forem desejos e não projectos de vida, certamente levarão para a sepultura os vossos conflitos. Sonhos sem projectos produzem pessoas frustradas, servas do sistema. (...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...) Vivemos numa sociedade consumista, numa sociedade de desejos, e não de projectos existenciais. Ninguém planeia ter amigos, ninguém planeia ser tolerante, superar fobias, ter um grande amor. (...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...) Muitas pessoas consumiam muito, mas eram robôs, robotizadas, viviam sem propósitos, sem significado, sem metas, especializadas em obedecer ordens e não em pensar, (...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conquistas sem riscos são sonhos sem méritos. Ninguém é digno dos sonhos se não usar as suas derrotas para os cultivar. &lt;/span&gt;[...]"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Augusto Cury&lt;br /&gt;O vendedor de Sonhos&lt;br /&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/754090498621669936-9089201617637970255?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/9089201617637970255/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=9089201617637970255' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/9089201617637970255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/9089201617637970255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/2009/03/importancia-de-sonhar.html' title='A importancia de sonhar..'/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06001941842086007101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/ScQOEHlGMJI/AAAAAAAAAfA/l0KqY5nq0SU/s72-c/P3080040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-7091906279565092610</id><published>2009-03-20T19:02:00.011Z</published><updated>2009-05-08T23:14:23.727+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dedicatórias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos by Patrícia'/><title type='text'>19.03.2009 Dia do Pai</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Embora com um dia de atraso não pude deixar de postar aqui uma referencia ao meu pai e todos os pais que fazem parte da minha vida.. Um enorme beijo a todos e que tenham passado um mega dia, super feliz, não pelo dia especial, mas porque todos vocês são especiais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/ScPyoJezFAI/AAAAAAAAAeo/rBLCMsrKdVQ/s1600-h/Miguitos+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/ScPyoJezFAI/AAAAAAAAAeo/rBLCMsrKdVQ/s320/Miguitos+062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315358756781102082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Meu super PAI (está o doer a tua ausencia, o teu silencio, tenho saudades tuas paizinho, cada dia que passa é um vazio maior, um buraco que se expande sem ser preenchido e uma ferida que não cicatriza, mas mantenho-te no coração e na lembrança todos os dias e neste dia um pouco mais pelo significado especial, mas tu tornaste-te no ar que eu respiro e no vento que sopra, nas flores que desabroxam e no sol que brilha por isso não é pela falta do corpo fisico que te tornaste mais distante, agora estás ainda mais comigo.... e isso deixa-me feliz... Um beijo para ti****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/ScPpnZGKNZI/AAAAAAAAAeI/85YjMwSWHdo/s1600-h/16.08.2008+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/ScPpnZGKNZI/AAAAAAAAAeI/85YjMwSWHdo/s320/16.08.2008+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315348848188208530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Meu Super Avô Paterno (Estar consigo é sempre a rir, embora as circunstancias da vida nos tenham deixado mais magoados, o importante é nunca deixar de sorrir e consigo eu espero que seja sempre assim, o avô e as suas histórias.. qualquer dia partilho convosco algumas...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/ScPpQyiaJhI/AAAAAAAAAeA/MPYCl3J3FxA/s1600-h/P1055254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/ScPpQyiaJhI/AAAAAAAAAeA/MPYCl3J3FxA/s320/P1055254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315348459880588818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Meu Super Avô Materno (sempre na horta, no trabalho, no tractor com a Tisse (eu), o meu companheiro antes da cresce)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/ScPyIF6PJaI/AAAAAAAAAeg/mbQ4BZ8spts/s1600-h/PC260113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/ScPyIF6PJaI/AAAAAAAAAeg/mbQ4BZ8spts/s320/PC260113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315358206066632098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Meu Super Padrinho (Para ele está sempre tudo bem, sem duvida um Homem com "H" maiúsculo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/ScPq5sh2KuI/AAAAAAAAAeY/ypEw59ZFfdk/s1600-h/12.05.2008+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/ScPq5sh2KuI/AAAAAAAAAeY/ypEw59ZFfdk/s320/12.05.2008+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315350262153882338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Meu Super Amigo João e a filhota Di (ela é linda e super feliz nota-se não nota?? =D) (Gosto de te ter na família, recordações tuas, aqueles almoços de família em há palhaçada na certa, as cápsulas KGB do "fardescos" (meu pai), ou a mais recente a busca a prenda de aniversário nos anos da tia Ines e da tua mãe, um dia também partilho convosco algumas destas histórias)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/ScPqRL-CUpI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/RF8S4s8liPs/s1600-h/maluco+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/ScPqRL-CUpI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/RF8S4s8liPs/s320/maluco+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315349566218982034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Meu Super Amigo "Zéca" e o filhote Rá, (feliz e reguila, óh p'ra ele!) (a ti o meu muito obrigada pela honesta amizade que até hoje nos tens honrado, com a ausencia do papi é a ti que recorremos quando precisamos de ajuda masculina para resolver problemas que vocês homens digamos que resolvem melhor, e tu nunca falhas! já para não falar nos belos petiscos que arruinam a minha "dieta" lol sempre lá!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/ScPpnZGKNZI/AAAAAAAAAeI/85YjMwSWHdo/s1600-h/16.08.2008+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/754090498621669936-7091906279565092610?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/7091906279565092610/comments/default' title='Enviar 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/ScPyoJezFAI/AAAAAAAAAeo/rBLCMsrKdVQ/s72-c/Miguitos+062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-4333668555147593576</id><published>2009-03-17T16:44:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-07-16T23:50:15.656+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dedicatórias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musica'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m9Qi679IVgk&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m9Qi679IVgk&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quando a chuva&lt;br /&gt;Está soprando no seu rosto&lt;br /&gt;E de todo o mundo&lt;br /&gt;Está em casa&lt;br /&gt;Eu poderia oferecer a você&lt;br /&gt;Um abraço caloroso&lt;br /&gt;Para fazer você sentir o meu amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando as sombras da noite&lt;br /&gt;E as estrelas aparecem&lt;br /&gt;E não houver ninguém lá&lt;br /&gt;Para secar suas lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;Eu poderia segurar você&lt;br /&gt;Por um milhão de anos&lt;br /&gt;Para fazer você sentir o meu amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que você&lt;br /&gt;Não se&lt;br /&gt;Decidiu ainda&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu nunca&lt;br /&gt;Faria você errar&lt;br /&gt;Eu já sei que&lt;br /&gt;Desde do momento&lt;br /&gt;Que nos conhecemos&lt;br /&gt;Não há dúvida na minha mente&lt;br /&gt;De onde você pertence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu passaria fome&lt;br /&gt;Eu viraria preto e azul&lt;br /&gt;Eu iria me arrastando&lt;br /&gt;Avenida a baixo&lt;br /&gt;Não, não há nada&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não faria&lt;br /&gt;Para fazer você sentir o meu amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As tempestades são violentas&lt;br /&gt;Sobre o mar revolto&lt;br /&gt;E sobre o caminho do arrependimento&lt;br /&gt;Embora ventos de mudança&lt;br /&gt;Estejão trazendo entusiasmo e liberdade&lt;br /&gt;Você ainda não vê nada&lt;br /&gt;Como eu ainda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu poderia fazer você feliz&lt;br /&gt;Fazer os seus sonhos se tornarem reais&lt;br /&gt;Nada do que eu não faria&lt;br /&gt;Iria para o fim&lt;br /&gt;Da Terra para você&lt;br /&gt;Para fazer você sentir o meu amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>Patrícia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06001941842086007101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3O6NS5Yjrk/SfN_54oRG_I/AAAAAAAAAnA/lsfU-ew8dkY/S220/P3160027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-754090498621669936.post-3875603106459387192</id><published>2009-03-14T21:04:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-05-08T23:15:37.800+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dedicatórias'/><title type='text'>Daniela Correia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Vale a pena lutar e seguir o coração,sem hesitar,porque o coração é a alma. As dificuldades irão sempre existir,mas no final a luta é recompensada! O amor une as pessoas..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Quantas vezes na vida ouvimos dizer que temos que mudar isto ou aquilo na maneira de ser, estar ou pensar? Serve para alguma coisa? Pois é perguntas que para uns ficam sem resposta, mas que para mim teem a resposta mais normal que existe... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu mudar, sim mudei muito... por ti, por mim, pelos outros...mas para depois sair magoada e perceber que se calhar não valeu a pena porque não deram valor ao esforço que fiz para mudar.... Estou diferente, mas por mim e não por outras pessoas...mudanças quais!? Os meus verdadeiros amigos sabem... Muito mais fria, calculista e sempre de pé atrás... mas só para quem merece e para quem eu acho que devo estar...para os amigos estou cada vez pior...esqueço que também tenho os meus problemas, os meus atrofios e dou tudo por eles...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palavras escritas por Daniela Correia no seu hi5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniela, hoje resolvi visitar o teu hi5 e dediquei-lhe um pouco de atenção, li cada palavra tua com a atenção que dizes seguir o meu blog, por isso, em forma de homenagem a ti, como seguidora deste meu cantinho e por partilhar estes pensamentos contigo, resolvi copiar este excerto de um dos teus textos e publica-lo aqui.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada por seguires e por prestares atenção ao que tenho para dizer, isso é muito gratificante para mim e esta é a minha forma de agradecimento.&lt;br /&gt;Desejo-te as melhores felicidades. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/754090498621669936-3875603106459387192?l=blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogdapatriciasilva.blogspot.com/feeds/3875603106459387192/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=754090498621669936&amp;postID=3875603106459387192' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/3875603106459387192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/754090498621669936/posts/default/387560310645938
