<?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-26807672</id><updated>2011-12-16T18:46:03.416Z</updated><category term='sentimento'/><category term='musica'/><category term='sexo'/><category term='frase'/><category term='poesia'/><category term='chocolate'/><category term='valor'/><category term='beijo'/><category term='tempo'/><category term='pensamento'/><category term='aniversario'/><category term='amizade'/><category term='amor'/><category term='doce'/><category term='prazer'/><category term='erotico'/><category term='feliz'/><title type='text'>Sentimentos em Palavras</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>470</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-8824630233071546557</id><published>2009-05-08T10:50:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T11:10:07.258+01:00</updated><title type='text'>atchimmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SgQE8UkB1fI/AAAAAAAAA3k/NPmKB2Kk4l8/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SgQE8UkB1fI/AAAAAAAAA3k/NPmKB2Kk4l8/s320/image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333393293071996402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26807672-8824630233071546557?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/8824630233071546557/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=8824630233071546557' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/8824630233071546557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/8824630233071546557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2009/05/atchimmm.html' title='atchimmm'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SgQE8UkB1fI/AAAAAAAAA3k/NPmKB2Kk4l8/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-5746548621850277862</id><published>2009-05-05T18:31:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T18:31:39.940+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Felicidade com poucos bens</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="maintext"&gt;Embora a experiência me tenha ensinado que se descobrem homens felizes em maior proporção nos desertos, nos mosteiros e no sacrifício do que entre os sedentários dos oásis férteis ou das ilhas ditas afortunadas, nem por isso cometi a asneira de concluir que a qualidade do alimento se opusesse à natureza da felicidade. Acontece simplesmente que, onde os bens são em maior número, oferecem-se aos homens mais possibilidades de se enganarem quanto à natureza das suas alegrias: elas, efectivamente, parecem provir das coisas, quando eles as recebem do sentido que essas coisas assumem em tal império ou em tal morada ou em tal propriedade. Para já, pode acontecer que eles, na abastança, se enganem com maior facilidade e façam circular mais vezes riquezas vãs. Como os homens do deserto ou do mosteiro não possuem nada, sabem muito bem donde lhes vêm as alegrias e é-lhes assim mais fácil salvarem a própria fonte do seu fervor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="maintext"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="maintext"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, in "Cidadela" &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/26807672-5746548621850277862?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/5746548621850277862/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=5746548621850277862' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/5746548621850277862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/5746548621850277862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2009/05/felicidade-com-poucos-bens.html' title='Felicidade com poucos bens'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-9023012240100244123</id><published>2009-05-05T17:32:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T17:46:56.742+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque preciso perder peso mas de forma saudável</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Eis o que encontrei na net para perder aquela barriguinha e aqueles quilinhos em casa - é claro que deve ser acompanhada de uma alimentação equilibrada e pouco calórica (coisa difícil) -, uns exercícios fáceis que começarei a fazer hoje mesmo! Vamos lá ver se resulta!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dXy3NjHtBSc&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dXy3NjHtBSc&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este também é bom e parece-me acessível:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tVog4y4Ziww&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tVog4y4Ziww&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora fiquei na dúvida.... Faço as duas rotinas de exercícios no mesmo dia ou intercalo-os? hummmm......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26807672-9023012240100244123?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/9023012240100244123/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=9023012240100244123' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/9023012240100244123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/9023012240100244123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2009/05/porque-preciso-perder-peso-mas-de-forma.html' title='Porque preciso perder peso mas de forma saudável'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-5781339685460922579</id><published>2009-04-30T15:21:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T15:26:26.618+01:00</updated><title type='text'>e há com cada coisa.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/Sfm1CsqYYoI/AAAAAAAAA2E/bIe8jLtnYoE/s1600-h/epitaf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/Sfm1CsqYYoI/AAAAAAAAA2E/bIe8jLtnYoE/s320/epitaf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330490691922977410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26807672-5781339685460922579?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/5781339685460922579/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=5781339685460922579' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/5781339685460922579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/5781339685460922579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2009/04/e-ha-com-cada-coisa.html' title='e há com cada coisa.....'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/Sfm1CsqYYoI/AAAAAAAAA2E/bIe8jLtnYoE/s72-c/epitaf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-1752624723302103592</id><published>2009-04-30T15:17:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T15:17:56.501+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"My Darling?" Tales Of Mere Existence</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-76SfgmRCFw&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-76SfgmRCFw&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26807672-1752624723302103592?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/1752624723302103592/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=1752624723302103592' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/1752624723302103592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/1752624723302103592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-darling-tales-of-mere-existence.html' title='&quot;My Darling?&quot; Tales Of Mere Existence'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-1157131251204120895</id><published>2009-04-05T20:44:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T20:49:08.474+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O melhor dos últimos tempos</title><content type='html'>Pra mim o melhor anúncio de sempre da Coca-Cola..... não podia deixar de colocar aqui, pra quem não viu ou quer rever... maravilhoso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VOKtK2SvinE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VOKtK2SvinE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São tempos em que precisamos de esperança e optimismo! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26807672-1157131251204120895?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/1157131251204120895/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=1157131251204120895' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/1157131251204120895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/1157131251204120895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-melhor-dos-ultimos-tempos.html' title='O melhor dos últimos tempos'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-4631317522119119663</id><published>2009-04-04T10:15:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T20:51:54.546+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Velhas Glórias</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nor Junior, anunciou que o dia da celebração (02 de Maio) de 4 anos de existência do clube, haverá um jogo de futebol 11, no relvado de Torres Novas, frente a formação da TRANSCANÁRIO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na deslocação à Lisboa, Nor Junior, Pedro Damas e Bruno Carriche formalizaram em Lisboa os pormenores da partida conjuntamente com António Veloso e Canário, partida que ficou agendada para ás 11 e 30 horas, seguido de um almoço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segundo, Canário e António Veloso, está confirmada a presença, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carlos Mozer&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hernani&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nunes&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zé Bastos&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jorge Silva&lt;/span&gt;, para apadrinhar a festa do AC DNO. Acompanhados de um guitarrista e Acordeonista e uma grande surpresa! Apareça venha conviver connosco!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para mais informações visite o blog do clube &lt;a href="http://fcdno.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://fcdno.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26807672-4631317522119119663?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/4631317522119119663/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=4631317522119119663' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/4631317522119119663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/4631317522119119663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2009/04/velhas-glorias.html' title='Velhas Glórias'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-449492120028289393</id><published>2009-04-04T10:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T10:13:13.987+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mercedes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmFiNstIck/R4T8_JMHANI/AAAAAAAALTM/N5aZWiVMuQs/s400/Top+Night_Mercedes+Benz_Gemeas-070154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmFiNstIck/R4T8_JMHANI/AAAAAAAALTM/N5aZWiVMuQs/s400/Top+Night_Mercedes+Benz_Gemeas-070154.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;Uma senhora entra em uma concessionária Mercedes. Ela olha ao redor, então acha o carro perfeito e começa a examiná-lo. Ao inclinar-se para ver se tinha revestimento de couro, deixa escapar um sonoro peido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt; Muito envergonhada, ela nervosamente dá uma olhada para ver se alguém notou o pequeno incidente, esperando que nenhum vendedor aparecesse naquele momento. Porém, ao virar-se, dá de cara com um vendedor que já estava atrás dela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt; - Bom dia, senhora.. Como posso ajudá-la  hoje?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt; Muito sem graça, ela pergunta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt; - Por favor, qual o preço deste adorável veículo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt; O vendedor responde:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt; - A senhora me desculpe a sinceridade, mas se a senhora peidou somente  ao vê-lo, vai se cagar toda  quando souber o preço...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;Esta pequena história é verdadeira&lt;br /&gt;e demonstra a importância de&lt;br /&gt;se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;ter um diálogo honesto com os clientes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26807672-449492120028289393?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/449492120028289393/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=449492120028289393' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/449492120028289393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/449492120028289393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2009/04/mercedes.html' title='Mercedes'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmFiNstIck/R4T8_JMHANI/AAAAAAAALTM/N5aZWiVMuQs/s72-c/Top+Night_Mercedes+Benz_Gemeas-070154.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-3298464842846453348</id><published>2009-03-29T04:04:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T04:05:50.674+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Alguém me deu o seu coração ás 4h da manhã</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.postais.net/images/postais/amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 409px; height: 333px;" src="http://www.postais.net/images/postais/amor.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26807672-3298464842846453348?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/3298464842846453348/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=3298464842846453348' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/3298464842846453348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/3298464842846453348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2009/03/alguem-me-deu-o-seu-coracao-as-4h-da.html' title='Alguém me deu o seu coração ás 4h da manhã'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-6800470998785897263</id><published>2009-03-24T18:19:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-24T18:19:52.633Z</updated><title type='text'>Grandes golos</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mItWiQ8NFPs&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mItWiQ8NFPs&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26807672-6800470998785897263?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/6800470998785897263/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=6800470998785897263' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/6800470998785897263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/6800470998785897263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2009/03/grandes-golos.html' title='Grandes golos'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-8350612486415727427</id><published>2009-03-07T10:49:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-07T11:00:50.549Z</updated><title type='text'>Um vício recente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/83/tribos001pj0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 451px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 417px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/83/tribos001pj0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tribalwars.com.pt/401589.html"&gt;Tribos!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Entrei nisto há pouco tempo e digo-vos: adoro jogos de estratégia em tempo real. Saiu até uma noticia sobre o jogo na Revista Domingo(25/01/09) que vem com o CM. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Há uns aninhos atrás eu jogava Ogame mas depois larguei-me do vício quando perdi a minha frota toda... Não me quis meter mais nestes jogos e agora.... ups I did it again! hehehe..... Culpa tua Nórdico! Foste tu k me meteste nisto! hehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quem quiser entrar nisto &lt;a href="http://www.tribalwars.com.pt/401589.html"&gt;clique aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26807672-8350612486415727427?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/8350612486415727427/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=8350612486415727427' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/8350612486415727427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/8350612486415727427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2009/03/um-vicio-recente.html' title='Um vício recente'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-8244772704582404838</id><published>2009-03-07T09:12:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-07T09:15:36.652Z</updated><title type='text'>Vote na Bárbara</title><content type='html'>Meus caros leitores e amigos apresento-vos uma prima minha. Chama-se Bárbara e tá num concurso pra Gothic Model. Cliquem na imagem abaixo, cusquem a vontade e votem nela =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chicasgoticas.net/gothicgirl/barbara-banu" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img border="0" src="http://www.chicasgoticas.net/gothicgirl/barbara-banu/gothixgirls.jpg" width="175" height="175" longdesc="Barbara Banu , vota por esta chica gotica" alt="Vota por la modelo gotica  Barbara Banu"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26807672-8244772704582404838?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/8244772704582404838/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=8244772704582404838' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/8244772704582404838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/8244772704582404838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2009/03/vote-na-barbara.html' title='Vote na Bárbara'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-4387149400160572151</id><published>2009-03-06T19:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-06T19:52:02.628Z</updated><title type='text'>hehehehe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;No primeiro dia de aulas, numa escola secundária dos EUA, a professora &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt; apresentou aos alunos um novo colega, Sakiro Suzuki, vindo do Japão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt; A aula começa e a professora: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt; Vamos ver quem conhece a história americana. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt; Quem disse: 'Dê-me a liberdade ou a morte?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt; Silêncio total na sala. Apenas Suzuki levanta a mão: - 'Patrick Henry em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt; 1775, em Filadélfia'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt; Muito bem, Suzuki. E quem disse: -'O Estado é o povo, e o povo não pode &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt; afundar-se?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt; Suzuki: - 'Abraham Lincoln, em 1863, em Washington'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt; A professora olha os alunos e diz: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt; - 'Não têm vergonha? Suzuki é japonês e sabe mais sobre a história americana &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt; que vocês!' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt; Então, ouve-se uma voz baixinha, lá ao fundo: - 'Japonês filho da puta!' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt; - 'Quem foi?' - grita a professora &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt; Suzuki levanta a mão e, sem esperar, responde: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt; - 'General McArthur, em 1941, em Pearl Halbour'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt; A turma fica super silenciosa ... apenas se ouve do fundo da sala: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt; - 'Acho que vou vomitar'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt; A professora grita: - 'Quem foi?'. E Suzuki: - 'George Bush Pai, ao &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt; Primeiro-Ministro Tanaka, durante um almoço em Tóquio, em 1991'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt; Um dos alunos diz: - 'Chupa o meu pau!' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt; E a professora, irritada: -'Acabou-se! Quem foi agora?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt; E Suzuki, sem hesitações: - 'Bill Clinton a Mónica Lewinsky, na Sala Oval da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt; Casa Branca, em Washington, em 1997'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt; E outro aluno diz ao fundo: - 'Suzuki de merda!' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt; E Suzuki responde: - 'Valentino Rossi, no Grande Prémio de Motos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt; de velocidade, no Rio de Janeiro, em 2002'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt; A turma fica histérica, a professora desmaia, a porta abre-se e entra o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt; director, que diz: -'Que merda é esta? Nunca vi uma confusão deste &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt; tamanho!' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt; E Suzuki, bem alto: -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#1f497d;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;José Socrates a Maria de Lurdes, ministra da educação, em 2008, após &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt; ter recebido o relatório da avaliação dos docentes...' &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/26807672-4387149400160572151?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/4387149400160572151/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=4387149400160572151' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/4387149400160572151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/4387149400160572151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2009/03/hehehehe.html' title='hehehehe'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-4139180582606269884</id><published>2009-03-06T19:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-06T19:49:48.205Z</updated><title type='text'>Não sei fazer nada!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;O Sócrates vai a uma festa de um empresário importante. Mas, ao chegar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; a enorme mansão, foi barrado pelo segurança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; - Desculpe, senhor, mas sem convite não posso deixá-lo entrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; - Mas, eu sou o Sócrates, o Primeiro Ministro !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; - Então, mostre-me os seus documentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; - É que também não tenho os documentos, esqueci-me da carteira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; - Desculpe-me, mas não vou poder deixa-lo entrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; - O que? O senhor nunca me viu na TV? Olhe bem para a minha cara!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; - De fato, o senhor é muito parecido com o Primeiro-ministro, mas sabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; como é... existem muitos sósias do Sócrates por aí... o senhor vai ter de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; provar que é realmente o José Sócrates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; - Mas o que quer que eu faça?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; - Não sei. O Cristiano Ronaldo também se esqueceu dos documentos, eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; dei-lhe uma bola de futebol e ele fez uma demonstração que logo me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; convenceu. A Mariza também se esqueceu dos documentos e fez uma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; demonstração que provou ser quem dizia ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; - Porra, mas eu não sei fazer nada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; - Desculpe-me pelo inconveniente Sr. Primeiro-ministro. Pode entrar.&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/26807672-4139180582606269884?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/4139180582606269884/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=4139180582606269884' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/4139180582606269884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/4139180582606269884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2009/03/nao-sei-fazer-nada.html' title='Não sei fazer nada!'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-1599036121825003679</id><published>2009-02-27T18:13:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-27T18:13:41.593Z</updated><title type='text'>Dans la Tête</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="298"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k5qnoOSa56OM5WQDTY&amp;related=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.dailymotion.com/swf/k5qnoOSa56OM5WQDTY&amp;related=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="298" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x7gwwa_dans-la-tete_creation"&gt;Dans la Tête&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Enviado por &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/Esma-Movie"&gt;Esma-Movie&lt;/a&gt;&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/26807672-1599036121825003679?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/1599036121825003679/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=1599036121825003679' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/1599036121825003679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/1599036121825003679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2009/02/dans-la-tete.html' title='Dans la Tête'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-8570992569849346868</id><published>2009-02-27T17:36:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-27T17:40:05.104Z</updated><title type='text'>Tens moedas?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E precisas de um passatempo? Olha aqui o exemplo de quem não tem mesmo nada pra fazer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media1.break.com/dnet/media/2009/2/52%20Cool%20Anti-Gravity%20Quarter%20Stack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 663px;" src="http://media1.break.com/dnet/media/2009/2/52%20Cool%20Anti-Gravity%20Quarter%20Stack.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26807672-8570992569849346868?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/8570992569849346868/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=8570992569849346868' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/8570992569849346868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/8570992569849346868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2009/02/tens-moedas.html' title='Tens moedas?'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-713091945773776696</id><published>2009-02-26T16:17:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-26T16:27:50.398Z</updated><title type='text'>Prima Vera e as amigas Alergias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://espacovital.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/gripe-ou-resfriado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 253px;" src="http://espacovital.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/gripe-ou-resfriado.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Muito gosto eu dela... é linda airosa colorida.... mas não me deixa apreciá-la em pleno, pois qdo ela aparece por cá vem sempre acompanhada das suas amigas Alergias. Estas ocupam-me a maior parte do tempo... mas continuo a gostar da minha Prima Vera e da minha amiga Vera. heheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atchimmmm&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/26807672-713091945773776696?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/713091945773776696/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=713091945773776696' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/713091945773776696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/713091945773776696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2009/02/prima-vera-e-as-amigas-alergias.html' title='Prima Vera e as amigas Alergias'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-7325782969943038906</id><published>2009-02-10T17:48:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-10T17:52:25.656Z</updated><title type='text'>pekeno desabafo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje tive um dia do piorio... o k vale é k o trabalho me manteve sã!...... é uma merda ser o saco de pancada dos outros, com problemas k nem tenho a ver mas k são descontados em cima de mim! A minha vontade era manda-los fu***....... Meu maior defeito talvez seja ser educada demais e ficar calada perante as atrocidades, injustiças e parvidades inpingidas sobre mim e contra mim! Cá se faz cá se paga, é o k eu digo!&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/26807672-7325782969943038906?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/7325782969943038906/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=7325782969943038906' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/7325782969943038906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/7325782969943038906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2009/02/pekeno-desabafo.html' title='pekeno desabafo'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-6951909148333468464</id><published>2009-02-10T00:01:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-10T00:09:43.842Z</updated><title type='text'>A moral entre a Verdade e a Subjectividade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SZDFvqh0yuI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/p-8Ge67BBRA/s1600-h/2382388.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SZDFvqh0yuI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/p-8Ge67BBRA/s320/2382388.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300954184075758306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="maintext"&gt;"Um homem que busca a verdade torna-se sábio; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="maintext"&gt;um homem que pretende dar rédea solta à sua subjectividade torna-se, talvez, escritor; e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="maintext"&gt; que fará um homem que busca algo que se situa entre essas duas hipóteses?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="maintext"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="maintext"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="maintext"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Robert Musil, in 'O Homem sem Qualidades'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="maintext"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26807672-6951909148333468464?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/6951909148333468464/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=6951909148333468464' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/6951909148333468464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/6951909148333468464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2009/02/moral-entre-verdade-e-subjectividade.html' title='A moral entre a Verdade e a Subjectividade'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SZDFvqh0yuI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/p-8Ge67BBRA/s72-c/2382388.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-5749084325800645284</id><published>2009-02-05T18:15:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-05T18:18:25.999Z</updated><title type='text'>O futuro do matrimónio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SYstB0XRo7I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/LGlIbB2y0Is/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 540px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SYstB0XRo7I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/LGlIbB2y0Is/s320/image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299378895790908338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah pois é bebé! hehehe.... traz o cafezinho e se me apetecer ainda te faço um cafuné! Já agora faz umas torradas!....-&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/26807672-5749084325800645284?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/5749084325800645284/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=5749084325800645284' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/5749084325800645284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/5749084325800645284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-futuro-do-matrimonio.html' title='O futuro do matrimónio'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SYstB0XRo7I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/LGlIbB2y0Is/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-3202686634051817863</id><published>2009-02-05T17:48:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-05T17:49:08.873Z</updated><title type='text'>Ouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SYsmjmVlUkI/AAAAAAAAA1I/-QbdwtctUsw/s1600-h/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SYsmjmVlUkI/AAAAAAAAA1I/-QbdwtctUsw/s320/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299371779559871042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26807672-3202686634051817863?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/3202686634051817863/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=3202686634051817863' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/3202686634051817863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/3202686634051817863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2009/02/ouse.html' title='Ouse'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SYsmjmVlUkI/AAAAAAAAA1I/-QbdwtctUsw/s72-c/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-7029415564582426459</id><published>2009-02-05T17:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-02-05T17:29:23.439Z</updated><title type='text'>Sites para quem procura emprego</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Copiei estes sites do seguinte  site:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="https://www.bep.gov.pt/DesktopDefault.aspx?tabid=51"&gt;https://www.bep.gov.pt/DesktopDefault.aspx?tabid=51&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oportunidades de Emprego em  Portugal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.vpgr.azores.gov.pt/bep"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.vpgr.azores.gov.pt/bep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bolsa de Emprego Público dos Açores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.emprego.universia.pt/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.emprego.universia.pt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Contem a inclusão de criação de currículo on-line e pesquisa bastante  completa. Permite ver o estado das candidaturas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.net-empregos.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.net-empregos.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Site com o maior número de candidatos e empresas inscritas. Contem  pesquisa de oferta de emprego e currículos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://emprego.aeiou.pt/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://emprego.aeiou.pt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Uma  Bolsa de Emprego Nacional na qual pode anunciar e consultar Oportunidades de  Emprego e Curricula online de uma forma rápida e fácil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://superemprego.sapo.pt/pt/index.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://superemprego.sapo.pt/pt/index.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Empregos do sapo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.brainnet.pt/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.brainnet.pt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pesquisa de emprego, recursos, documentação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.empregoinfo.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.empregoinfo.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Consulta de ofertas e recepção de currículos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.empregos.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.empregos.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Portal temático de procura e oferta de empregos, oportunidades de  empregos e estágios, com propostas de trabalho. Anúncios de procura e oferta de  empregos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://emprego.regiaodeleiria.pt/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://emprego.regiaodeleiria.pt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Emprego na Região de Leiria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://bolsa-emprego.espigueiro.pt/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://bolsa-emprego.espigueiro.pt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bolsa de emprego de Trás-os-Montes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.eusei.com/emprego/index.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.eusei.com/emprego/index.asp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Site sobre empregos em Portugal, nomeadamente, agências de  recursos humanos, empresas com propostas de trabalho e serviços de anúncios na  Internet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.portalemprego.pt/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.portalemprego.pt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lista de ofertas de emprego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.bolsaemprego.com.pt/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.bolsaemprego.com.pt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pesquisa de empregos e de currículos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.central-emprego.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.central-emprego.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Deposite o seu CV, pedido de emprego ou pesquise as ofertas do  momento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://expressoemprego.clix.pt/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://expressoemprego.clix.pt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O portal de emprego e carreiras do jornal Expresso. Aqui encontrará  centenas de anúncios de emprego, aconselhamento sobre recrutamento, selecção,  gestão de carreira e formação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.naturlink.pt/servicos/bolsaEmprego.asp?iLingua=1&amp;amp;iCanal=33&amp;amp;iSubCanal=58"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.naturlink.pt/servicos/bolsaEmprego.asp?iLingua=1&amp;amp;iCanal=33&amp;amp;iSubCanal=58&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; -  &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Um site nacional com várias informações sobre Natureza  e secção com oferta de trabalho na área das Geociências e Ambiente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.astrolabium.pt/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.astrolabium.pt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Portal português construído para apoiar investigadores à procura de  oportunidades para prosseguir uma carreira de investigação e integrado na rede  europeia de portais da mobilidade de investigadores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.stepstone.pt/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.stepstone.pt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A  Stepstone.pt é a filial portuguesa de um portal de carreiras e recrutamento em  funcionamento vários países europeus, tendo disponível em bolsa mais de 100 mil  oportunidades de carreira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.qualidadeonline.com/emprego"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.qualidadeonline.com/emprego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Trata-se da Bolsa de Emprego do Jornal Qualidade Online, um  conjunto de websites temáticos dedicados à qualidade em sectores como a saúde, o  ambiente, o ensino, as empresas e o emprego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.qep.pt/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.qep.pt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O qep é um  portal de meta-pesquisa de emprego que permite pesquisar anúncios de emprego  simultaneamente em vários sites com, o que facilita consideravelmente a  fastidiosa tarefa de exploração de oportunidades de trabalho na web&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.bioquimica.online.pt/index.shtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.bioquimica.online.pt/index.shtml&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O Portal de Bioquímica português&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.iefp.pt/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;www.iefp.pt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Instituto do  Emprego e Formação profissional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.zdnet.pt/emprego"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.zdnet.pt/emprego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Emprego na área da Internet e das Tecnologias de Informação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.facultis.pt/uteis/jobs.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.facultis.pt/uteis/jobs.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Área onde poderá colocar o seu currículo e ver as  oportunidades de estágio ou emprego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.emprego.pt/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.emprego.pt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Para  além do emprego ajuda a criar o seu próprio negócio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.e-jobs.pt/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.e-jobs.pt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Um  mercado de trabalho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.euroligacoes.pt/index2.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.euroligacoes.pt/index2.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oportunidades de emprego / Projectos para  freelancers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;hr /&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oportunidades de Emprego na  Europa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://europa.eu.int/epso/working/workhome_en.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://europa.eu.int/epso/working/workhome_en.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Recrutamento para a Comissão Europeia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://europa.eu.int/epso/working/links_en.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://europa.eu.int/epso/working/links_en.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Recrutamento para as Instituições da União  Europeia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://portal.iefp.pt/eures/eures/Inicial_P.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://portal.iefp.pt/eures/eures/Inicial_P.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;EURES é uma rede constituída pela Comissão Europeia e pelos  Serviços Públicos de Emprego dos países pertencentes ao Espaço Económico  Europeu, que fornece serviços de informação e aconselhamento a trabalhadores,  candidatos a emprego e empregadores, sobre as oportunidades do mercado  europeu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://europa.eu.int/ploteus"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://europa.eu.int/ploteus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O PLOTEUS tem por objectivo ajudar alunos, indivíduos à procura do 1º  emprego, pais e encarregados de educação, profissionais de orientação e  professores a encontrar informação sobre estudar na Europa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://europa.eu.int/eracareers/index_en.cfm?ret=1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://europa.eu.int/eracareers/index_en.cfm?ret=1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; -  &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Site de emprego científico da Comissão Europeia.  Bolsas e Emprego ao nível Europeu e exterior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.academicjobseu.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.academicjobseu.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Site de emprego científico académico (I&amp;amp;D) a nível Europeu. Tem uma  mailing list para ofertas que correspondam ao perfil escolhido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.eurojobs.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.eurojobs.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Portal pan-europeu de emprego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.eurostage.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;www.eurostage.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Estágios em  França, Alemanha, Itália, Roménia e Suécia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.eurograduate.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;www.eurograduate.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; -  Oportunidades para licenciados na Europa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.inem.es/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;www.inem.es&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; - Agência Nacional de  Emprego em Espanha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.bolsadetrabajo.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;www.bolsadetrabajo.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; - Bolsa  de ofertas de emprego em Espanha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.anpe.fr/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;www.anpe.fr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; - Agência Nacional de  Emprego em França&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.apec.asso.fr/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;www.apec.asso.fr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ofertas de  emprego de quadros superiores em França&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Agência Nacional de Emprego no Reino  Unido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.employmentservice.gov.uk/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;www.employmentservice.gov.uk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; -  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Emprego no Reino Unido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.direct.gov.uk/Topics/Employment/fs/en"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.direct.gov.uk/Topics/Employment/fs/en&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Portal de emprego no Reino Unido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ofertas de Emprego no Reino Unido:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.careerseurope.co.uk/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;www.careerseurope.co.uk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.career-plus.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;www.career-plus.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.monster.co.uk/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;www.monster.co.uk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;hr /&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oportunidades de emprego no resto do  mundo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.earthworks-jobs.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.earthworks-jobs.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Site internacional de oferta de trabalho na área das Geociências. Grande  número de ofertas de emprego, académico e empresarial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/GeoSci-Jobs/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://groups.yahoo.com/group/GeoSci-Jobs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Um site do Yahoo! com mailing list associada com grande  número de ofertas de emprego a nível mundial. Subscrevendo, a média chega a ser  uma oferta por dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.headhunters.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;www.headhunters.net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ofertas  de emprego no mundo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.unesco.org/per/main.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;www.unesco.org/per/main.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Emprego na UNESCO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://jobs.un.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://jobs.un.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;United  Nation Human Resources - Empregos na ONU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.jrc.cec.eu.int/default.asp?sldSz=what_we_offer&amp;amp;sldStSz=work_opportunities"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.jrc.cec.eu.int/default.asp?sldSz=what_we_offer&amp;amp;sldStSz=work_opportunities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; -  &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Emprego na área da investigação&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.cicr.org/eng/jobs"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;www.cicr.org/eng/jobs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Comité  Internacional da Cruz Vermelha - Empregos disponíveis e candidaturas  espontâneas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Trabalho na área do  voluntariado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.idealist.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;www.idealist.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.sosforevs.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;www.sosforevs.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.eastlinks.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;www.eastlinks.net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://.gc.ca/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://.gc.ca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Canadá &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.dps.state.ny.us/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.dps.state.ny.us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Estados Unidos - Nova Iorque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.ourpublicservice.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.ourpublicservice.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Estados Unidos – Emprego  Público&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Boa sorte!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26807672-7029415564582426459?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/7029415564582426459/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=7029415564582426459' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/7029415564582426459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/7029415564582426459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2009/02/sites-para-quem-procura-emprego.html' title='Sites para quem procura emprego'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-4404642087881504047</id><published>2009-02-05T15:43:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-05T15:45:36.501Z</updated><title type='text'>O carnaval vem aí! (para as meninas)</title><content type='html'>Para as meninas , divirtam-se com o inesperado!.... Carnaval da Mealhada lá vou eu de Pipi das Meias Altas... heheheh =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img302.imageshack.us/img302/6528/1625954e573857d285f52ca3uu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 299px;" src="http://img302.imageshack.us/img302/6528/1625954e573857d285f52ca3uu.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26807672-4404642087881504047?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/4404642087881504047/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=4404642087881504047' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/4404642087881504047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/4404642087881504047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-carnaval-vem-ai-para-as-meninas.html' title='O carnaval vem aí! (para as meninas)'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-7498725564927847986</id><published>2009-02-05T15:39:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-02-05T15:42:08.542Z</updated><title type='text'>O carnaval vem aí! (para os meninos)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Meninos já pensaram na fantasia deste ano? Sei k adoram vestirem-se de mulheres... Pois bem ora cá vai uma sugestão minha:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://de.fishki.net/picsw/022009/05/freak/tn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 377px;" src="http://de.fishki.net/picsw/022009/05/freak/tn.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;heheheheh... =)&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/26807672-7498725564927847986?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/7498725564927847986/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=7498725564927847986' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/7498725564927847986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/7498725564927847986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-carnaval-vem-ai-para-os-meninos.html' title='O carnaval vem aí! 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color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 161);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 161);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:10;"  &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/26807672-2313638107410329810?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/2313638107410329810/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=2313638107410329810' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/2313638107410329810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/2313638107410329810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2009/02/mensagem-do-dia.html' title='Mensagem do dia'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-3223369942580210682</id><published>2009-02-03T01:24:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-03T01:36:37.384Z</updated><title type='text'>Não sou nada</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt; TABACARIA &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Não sou nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; Nunca serei nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; Não posso querer ser nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; À parte isso, tenho em mim todos os sonhos do mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Janelas do meu quarto,&lt;br /&gt;Do meu quarto de um dos milhões do mundo que ninguém sabe quem é&lt;br /&gt;(E se soubessem quem é, o que saberiam?),&lt;br /&gt;Dais para o mistério de uma rua cruzada constantemente por gente,&lt;br /&gt;Para uma rua inacessível a todos os pensamentos,&lt;br /&gt;Real, impossivelmente real, certa, desconhecidamente certa,&lt;br /&gt;Com o mistério das coisas por baixo das pedras e dos seres,&lt;br /&gt;Com a morte a por umidade nas paredes e cabelos brancos nos homens,&lt;br /&gt;Com o Destino a conduzir a carroça de tudo pela estrada de nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Estou hoje vencido, como se soubesse a verdade.&lt;br /&gt;Estou hoje lúcido, como se estivesse para morrer,&lt;br /&gt;E não tivesse mais irmandade com as coisas&lt;br /&gt;Senão uma despedida, tornando-se esta casa e este lado da rua&lt;br /&gt;A fileira de carruagens de um comboio, e uma partida apitada&lt;br /&gt;De dentro da minha cabeça,&lt;br /&gt;E uma sacudidela dos meus nervos e um ranger de ossos na ida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Estou hoje perplexo, como quem pensou e achou e esqueceu.&lt;br /&gt;Estou hoje dividido entre a lealdade que devo&lt;br /&gt;À Tabacaria do outro lado da rua, como coisa real por fora,&lt;br /&gt;E à sensação de que tudo é sonho, como coisa real por dentro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Falhei em tudo.&lt;br /&gt;Como não fiz propósito nenhum, talvez tudo fosse nada.&lt;br /&gt;A aprendizagem que me deram,&lt;br /&gt;Desci dela pela janela das traseiras da casa.&lt;br /&gt;Fui até ao campo com grandes propósitos.&lt;br /&gt;Mas lá encontrei só ervas e árvores,&lt;br /&gt;E quando havia gente era igual à outra.&lt;br /&gt;Saio da janela, sento-me numa cadeira. Em que hei de pensar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Que sei eu do que serei, eu que não sei o que sou?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; Ser o que penso? Mas penso tanta coisa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E há tantos que pensam ser a mesma coisa que não pode haver tantos!&lt;br /&gt;Gênio? Neste momento&lt;br /&gt;Cem mil cérebros se concebem em sonho gênios como eu,&lt;br /&gt;E a história não marcará, quem sabe?, nem um,&lt;br /&gt;Nem haverá senão estrume de tantas conquistas futuras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Não, não creio em mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em todos os manicômios há doidos malucos com tantas certezas!&lt;br /&gt;Eu, que não tenho nenhuma certeza, sou mais certo ou menos certo?&lt;br /&gt;Não, nem em mim...&lt;br /&gt;Em quantas mansardas e não-mansardas do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Não estão nesta hora gênios-para-si-mesmos sonhando?&lt;br /&gt;Quantas aspirações altas e nobres e lúcidas -&lt;br /&gt;Sim, verdadeiramente altas e nobres e lúcidas -,&lt;br /&gt;E quem sabe se realizáveis,&lt;br /&gt;Nunca verão a luz do sol real nem acharão ouvidos de gente?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;O mundo é para quem nasce para o conquistar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; E não para quem sonha que pode conquistá-lo, ainda que tenha razão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho sonhado mais que o que Napoleão fez.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho apertado ao peito hipotético mais humanidades do que Cristo,&lt;br /&gt;Tenho feito filosofias em segredo que nenhum Kant escreveu.&lt;br /&gt;Mas sou, e talvez serei sempre, o da mansarda,&lt;br /&gt;Ainda que não more nela;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Serei sempre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;o que não nasceu para isso;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; Serei sempre só &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;o que tinha qualidades;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; Serei sempre o que esperou que lhe abrissem a porta ao pé de uma parede sem porta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E cantou a cantiga do Infinito numa capoeira,&lt;br /&gt;E ouviu a voz de Deus num poço tapado.&lt;br /&gt;Crer em mim? Não, nem em nada.&lt;br /&gt;Derrame-me a Natureza sobre a cabeça ardente&lt;br /&gt;O seu sol, a sua chava, o vento que me acha o cabelo,&lt;br /&gt;E o resto que venha se vier, ou tiver que vir, ou não venha.&lt;br /&gt;Escravos cardíacos das estrelas,&lt;br /&gt;Conquistamos todo o mundo antes de nos levantar da cama;&lt;br /&gt;Mas acordamos e ele é opaco,&lt;br /&gt;Levantamo-nos e ele é alheio,&lt;br /&gt;Saímos de casa e ele é a terra inteira,&lt;br /&gt;Mais o sistema solar e a Via Láctea e o Indefinido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; (Come chocolates, pequena;&lt;br /&gt;Come chocolates!&lt;br /&gt;Olha que não há mais metafísica no mundo senão chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;Olha que as religiões todas não ensinam mais que a confeitaria.&lt;br /&gt;Come, pequena suja, come!&lt;br /&gt;Pudesse eu comer chocolates com a mesma verdade com que comes!&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu penso e, ao tirar o papel de prata, que é de folha de estanho,&lt;br /&gt;Deito tudo para o chão, como tenho deitado a vida.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Mas ao menos fica da amargura do que nunca serei&lt;br /&gt;A caligrafia rápida destes versos,&lt;br /&gt;Pórtico partido para o Impossível.&lt;br /&gt;Mas ao menos consagro a mim mesmo um desprezo sem lágrimas,&lt;br /&gt;Nobre ao menos no gesto largo com que atiro&lt;br /&gt;A roupa suja que sou, em rol, pra o decurso das coisas,&lt;br /&gt;E fico em casa sem camisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; (Tu que consolas, que não existes e por isso consolas,&lt;br /&gt;Ou deusa grega, concebida como estátua que fosse viva,&lt;br /&gt;Ou patrícia romana, impossivelmente nobre e nefasta,&lt;br /&gt;Ou princesa de trovadores, gentilíssima e colorida,&lt;br /&gt;Ou marquesa do século dezoito, decotada e longínqua,&lt;br /&gt;Ou cocote célebre do tempo dos nossos pais,&lt;br /&gt;Ou não sei quê moderno - não concebo bem o quê -&lt;br /&gt;Tudo isso, seja o que for, que sejas, se pode inspirar que inspire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Meu coração é um balde despejado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; Como os que invocam espíritos invocam espíritos invoco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; A mim mesmo e não encontro nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chego à janela e vejo a rua com uma nitidez absoluta.&lt;br /&gt;Vejo as lojas, vejo os passeios, vejo os carros que passam,&lt;br /&gt;Vejo os entes vivos vestidos que se cruzam,&lt;br /&gt;Vejo os cães que também existem,&lt;br /&gt;E tudo isto me pesa como uma condenação ao degredo,&lt;br /&gt;E tudo isto é estrangeiro, como tudo.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Vivi, estudei, amei e até cri,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E hoje não há mendigo que eu não inveje só por não ser eu.&lt;br /&gt;Olho a cada um os andrajos e as chagas e a mentira,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;E penso: talvez nunca vivesses nem estudasses nem amasses nem cresses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; (Porque é possível fazer a realidade de tudo isso sem fazer nada disso);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; Talvez tenhas existido apenas, como um lagarto a quem cortam o rabo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; E que é rabo para aquém do lagarto remexidamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Fiz de mim o que não soube&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; E o que podia fazer de mim não o fiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; O dominó que vesti era errado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Conheceram-me logo por quem não era e não desmenti, e perdi-me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Quando quis tirar a máscara,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Estava pegada à cara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Quando a tirei e me vi ao espelho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Já tinha envelhecido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estava bêbado, já não sabia vestir o dominó que não tinha tirado.&lt;br /&gt;Deitei fora a máscara e dormi no vestiário&lt;br /&gt;Como um cão tolerado pela gerência&lt;br /&gt;Por ser inofensivo&lt;br /&gt;E vou escrever esta história para provar que sou sublime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Essência musical dos meus versos inúteis,&lt;br /&gt;Quem me dera encontrar-me como coisa que eu fizesse,&lt;br /&gt;E não ficasse sempre defronte da Tabacaria de defronte,&lt;br /&gt;Calcando aos pés a consciência de estar existindo,&lt;br /&gt;Como um tapete em que um bêbado tropeça&lt;br /&gt;Ou um capacho que os ciganos roubaram e não valia nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Mas o Dono da Tabacaria chegou à porta e ficou à porta.&lt;br /&gt;Olho-o com o deconforto da cabeça mal voltada&lt;br /&gt;E com o desconforto da alma mal-entendendo.&lt;br /&gt;Ele morrerá e eu morrerei.&lt;br /&gt;Ele deixará a tabuleta, eu deixarei os versos.&lt;br /&gt;A certa altura morrerá a tabuleta também, os versos também.&lt;br /&gt;Depois de certa altura morrerá a rua onde esteve a tabuleta,&lt;br /&gt;E a língua em que foram escritos os versos.&lt;br /&gt;Morrerá depois o planeta girante em que tudo isto se deu.&lt;br /&gt;Em outros satélites de outros sistemas qualquer coisa como gente&lt;br /&gt;Continuará fazendo coisas como versos e vivendo por baixo de coisas como tabuletas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Sempre uma coisa defronte da outra,&lt;br /&gt;Sempre uma coisa tão inútil como a outra,&lt;br /&gt;Sempre o impossível tão estúpido como o real,&lt;br /&gt;Sempre o mistério do fundo tão certo como o sono de mistério da superfície,&lt;br /&gt;Sempre isto ou sempre outra coisa ou nem uma coisa nem outra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Mas um homem entrou na Tabacaria (para comprar tabaco?)&lt;br /&gt;E a realidade plausível cai de repente em cima de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Semiergo-me enérgico, convencido, humano,&lt;br /&gt;E vou tencionar escrever estes versos em que digo o contrário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Acendo um cigarro ao pensar em escrevê-los&lt;br /&gt;E saboreio no cigarro a libertação de todos os pensamentos.&lt;br /&gt;Sigo o fumo como uma rota própria,&lt;br /&gt;E gozo, num momento sensitivo e competente,&lt;br /&gt;A libertação de todas as especulações&lt;br /&gt;E a consciência de que a metafísica é uma consequência de estar mal disposto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Depois deito-me para trás na cadeira&lt;br /&gt;E continuo fumando.&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto o Destino mo conceder, continuarei fumando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; (Se eu casasse com a filha da minha lavadeira&lt;br /&gt;Talvez fosse feliz.)&lt;br /&gt;Visto isto, levanto-me da cadeira. Vou à janela.&lt;br /&gt;O homem saiu da Tabacaria (metendo troco na algibeira das calças?).&lt;br /&gt;Ah, conheço-o; é o Esteves sem metafísica.&lt;br /&gt;(O Dono da Tabacaria chegou à porta.)&lt;br /&gt;Como por um instinto divino o Esteves voltou-se e viu-me.&lt;br /&gt;Acenou-me adeus, gritei-lhe &lt;i&gt;Adeus ó Esteves!&lt;/i&gt;, e o universo&lt;br /&gt;Reconstruiu-se-me sem ideal nem esperança, e o Dono da Tabacaria sorriu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;dd style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Álvaro de Campos, 15-1-1928&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26807672-3223369942580210682?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/3223369942580210682/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=3223369942580210682' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/3223369942580210682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/3223369942580210682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2009/02/nao-sou-nada.html' title='Não sou nada'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-2690907621021586636</id><published>2009-01-31T15:55:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-31T16:02:29.985Z</updated><title type='text'>Talento aos 6 anos... maravilhoso!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hkcE6Vy-e6c&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hkcE6Vy-e6c&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26807672-2690907621021586636?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/2690907621021586636/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=2690907621021586636' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/2690907621021586636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/2690907621021586636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2009/01/talento-aos-6-anos-maravilhoso.html' title='Talento aos 6 anos... maravilhoso!!!'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-8009049267251478630</id><published>2009-01-22T22:49:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-22T23:02:52.738Z</updated><title type='text'>tá tudo dito na imagem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SXj5ufdPvDI/AAAAAAAAA04/UFwPuD2OzUE/s1600-h/DSC04020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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Como estão? Que tal o friozão k anda por aqui? Falando nisso ontem faltou pouco pra que eu colocasse luvas e cachecol antes de entrar pra cama... heheheh.... Hoje sábado nada melhor k ir a Santarém ver o jogo da minha equipa de futsal preferida, o &lt;a href="http://fcdno.blogspot.com/"&gt;FC DNO&lt;/a&gt;. A equipa tá preparada pra ganhar o título deste ano! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Força aí campeões!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/26807672-2942073687657154898?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/2942073687657154898/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=2942073687657154898' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/2942073687657154898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/2942073687657154898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2009/01/hummm-ja-tava-com-saudades-de-c-vir.html' title='Hoje há jogo'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-2988840697520161007</id><published>2008-12-30T02:54:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-30T03:01:24.456Z</updated><title type='text'>Hora do balanço do ano e dos planos pro futuro</title><content type='html'>Balanço do ano:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;mudei de cidade&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;separei-me de um amor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;perdi a minha vó&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;chorei desalmadamente&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;andei deprimida&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;foi penoso, difícil e triste&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fui pedida em casamento e recusei&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;conheci outra pessoa e deixei&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tive os amigos sempre por perto e cada vez mais amigos&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ganhei coragem e levantei-me do chão&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;voltei a sorrir&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;conheci um Duque fofo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;terminei o mestrado&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cortei o cabelo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Planos pro futuro próximo: Continuar a sorrir!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26807672-2988840697520161007?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/2988840697520161007/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=2988840697520161007' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/2988840697520161007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/2988840697520161007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2008/12/hora-do-balano-do-ano-e-dos-planos-pro.html' title='Hora do balanço do ano e dos planos pro futuro'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-6447860470444434930</id><published>2008-12-21T00:10:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-21T00:11:36.292Z</updated><title type='text'>Bom Natal pra todos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SU2JlMpf6DI/AAAAAAAAAzc/mnuCCC8QhCU/s1600-h/DSC00699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SU2JlMpf6DI/AAAAAAAAAzc/mnuCCC8QhCU/s320/DSC00699.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282029210118907954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26807672-6447860470444434930?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/6447860470444434930/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=6447860470444434930' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/6447860470444434930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/6447860470444434930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2008/12/bom-natal-pra-todos.html' title='Bom Natal pra todos!'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SU2JlMpf6DI/AAAAAAAAAzc/mnuCCC8QhCU/s72-c/DSC00699.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-439766971799775289</id><published>2008-12-21T00:03:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-21T00:07:58.096Z</updated><title type='text'>Festa de fim de ano... é obrigatório pk?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sabem a data q mais detesto? A q comemora a passagem de ano! Pk tem k ser obrigatório nos divertirmos? Pk n podemos passar o dia como se fosse um dia normal, em casa de pijama com os gatinhos?&lt;br /&gt;Tanta gente a perguntar-me se tenho planos pro dia, p onde vou, com kem vou... etc etc etc..... Pois bem: o meu plano é ficar sossegada em casa!!!! Aborrecido? Nem por isso! Mete pena? Absolutamente k não! É uma questão de atitude! É um dia k kero passar com kem eu kiser e como eu kiser.... E n há melhor companhia que eu mesma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26807672-439766971799775289?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/439766971799775289/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=439766971799775289' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/439766971799775289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/439766971799775289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2008/12/festa-de-fim-de-ano-obrigatrio-pk.html' title='Festa de fim de ano... é obrigatório pk?'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-5701838074836412234</id><published>2008-12-17T15:17:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-17T15:22:21.136Z</updated><title type='text'>Deolinda - Fado Toninho</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jq1j-Dq11WQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&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/jq1j-Dq11WQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;eu digo: - "enfim,&lt;br /&gt;ó meu rapazinho&lt;br /&gt;és fraco pra mim!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26807672-5701838074836412234?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/5701838074836412234/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=5701838074836412234' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/5701838074836412234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/5701838074836412234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2008/12/deolinda-fado-toninho.html' title='Deolinda - Fado Toninho'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-3738263085592290329</id><published>2008-12-17T14:38:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-17T14:38:07.200Z</updated><title type='text'>Este ano vou...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Este ano juro que vou seguir linhas de ac&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o mais eficazes. Se o vou conseguir, n&amp;#227;o sei. &amp;#192; velocidade a que mudam, a que aparecem ou desaparecem, tal qual um ataque de guerrilha urbana, a celeridade com que os must-do's e must-have's se convertem em No-no's... o mais prov&amp;#225;vel &amp;#233; acabar em nervos, tal qual um soldado desorientado a levantar um acampamento de guerra. Mas vamos l&amp;#225;:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;1. Ser&amp;#225; que o mais indispens&amp;#225;vel dos sup&amp;#233;rfluos &amp;#233; mesmo necess&amp;#225;rio? Em vez de os multiplicar que tal apostar em algo que fa&amp;#231;a mesmo a diferen&amp;#231;a?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;2. Usar menos preto e apostar em cores mais vitaminadas.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;3. Investir em mais em mim.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;4. N&amp;#227;o perder nunca a boa disposi&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o e encarar sempre a vida com optimismo. Mesmo nos dias de mau cabelo, m&amp;#225; cara, m&amp;#225; escolha.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;5. Cuidar melhor da minha sa&amp;#250;de.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;....... e mais ...... O que &amp;#233; demais, &amp;#233; demais!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26807672-3738263085592290329?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/3738263085592290329/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=3738263085592290329' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/3738263085592290329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/3738263085592290329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2008/12/este-ano-vou.html' title='Este ano vou...'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-7669118835941502534</id><published>2008-12-15T23:26:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-15T23:27:02.647Z</updated><title type='text'>Jogo do relógio</title><content type='html'>O JOGO DO RELÓGIO!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escolha o numero de acordo com a hora atual...&lt;br /&gt;Depois postem o que deu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1h ou 13h --&gt; eu passei a mão em&lt;br /&gt;2h ou 14h --&gt; eu comi&lt;br /&gt;3h ou 15h --&gt; eu soquei&lt;br /&gt;4h ou 16h --&gt; eu fiz cocô em&lt;br /&gt;5h ou 17h --&gt; eu peidei em&lt;br /&gt;6h ou 18h --&gt; eu matei&lt;br /&gt;7h ou 19h --&gt; eu enfiei o dedo em&lt;br /&gt;8h ou 20h --&gt; eu marquei um encontro com&lt;br /&gt;9h ou 21h --&gt; eu fiz xixi em&lt;br /&gt;10h ou 22h --&gt; eu abracei&lt;br /&gt;11h ou 23h --&gt; eu transei com&lt;br /&gt;12h ou 24h --&gt; eu beijei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escolha os minutos q esta marcando seu relógio agora:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 ou 32 min ---&gt; um mendigo&lt;br /&gt;2 ou 33 min ---&gt; a sua(na) empregada&lt;br /&gt;3 ou 34 min ---&gt; uma banana&lt;br /&gt;4 ou 35 min ---&gt; uma cirigaita&lt;br /&gt;5 ou 36 min ---&gt; uma mexicana&lt;br /&gt;6 ou 37 min ---&gt; um cú&lt;br /&gt;7 ou 38 min ---&gt; um ninja&lt;br /&gt;8 ou 39 min ---&gt; uma bunda&lt;br /&gt;9 ou 40 min ---&gt; o namorado da minha melhor amiga&lt;br /&gt;10 ou 41 min ---&gt; um bode&lt;br /&gt;11 ou 42 min ---&gt; meu cachorro&lt;br /&gt;12 ou 43 min ---&gt; meu pai&lt;br /&gt;13 ou 44 min ---&gt; o meu computador&lt;br /&gt;14 ou 45 min ---&gt; meu professor de ciências&lt;br /&gt;15 ou 46 min ---&gt; minhas meias&lt;br /&gt;16 ou 47 min ---&gt; eu mesmo&lt;br /&gt;17 ou 48 min ---&gt; uma coca&lt;br /&gt;18 ou 49 min ---&gt; uma llama&lt;br /&gt;19 ou 50 min ---&gt; um pepino&lt;br /&gt;20 ou 51 min ---&gt; um bichinho de pelúcia&lt;br /&gt;21 ou 52 min ---&gt; um boneco inflável&lt;br /&gt;22 ou 53 min ---&gt; um periquito&lt;br /&gt;23 ou 54 min ---&gt; um gari&lt;br /&gt;24 ou 55 min ---&gt; uma puta&lt;br /&gt;25 ou 56 min ---&gt; meu psiquiatra&lt;br /&gt;26 ou 57 min ---&gt; meu vizinho&lt;br /&gt;27 ou 58 min ---&gt; namorada do meu melhor amigo&lt;br /&gt;28 ou 59 min ---&gt; um jogador de futebol&lt;br /&gt;29 ou 00 min ---&gt; um pão&lt;br /&gt;30 min ------------&gt; um velhinha&lt;br /&gt;31 min ------------&gt; um E.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escolha a cor da sua camisa atual:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Branco------Porque eu estava drogado.&lt;br /&gt;Preto-------Porque eu estava bêbado.&lt;br /&gt;Rosa--------Porque eu sou gay/Pq eu sou uma patricinha.&lt;br /&gt;Vermelho----Porque as vozes me mandaram.&lt;br /&gt;Azul--------Porque eu não sei me controlar.&lt;br /&gt;Verde-------Porque eu me odeio.&lt;br /&gt;Roxo--------Porque estou pelado.&lt;br /&gt;Cinza-------Porque eu quis.&lt;br /&gt;Amarelo-----Porque alguém me ofereceu R$ 1.000.000.&lt;br /&gt;Laranja-----Porque eu odeio a minha família.&lt;br /&gt;Outro-------Sei la.&lt;br /&gt;Sem camisa--Porque Chuck Norris pediu... Mas Chuck Norris não pede, ele manda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD.. hehehehhe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26807672-7669118835941502534?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/7669118835941502534/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=7669118835941502534' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/7669118835941502534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/7669118835941502534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2008/12/jogo-do-rel.html' title='Jogo do relógio'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-4891396733989995133</id><published>2008-12-12T12:21:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:27:44.190Z</updated><title type='text'>Temos pena!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Hillary Clinton vai receber menos que a actual secretária de Estado norte-americana Condoleezza Rice! Ohhhhh... k pena!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;A actual secretária de Estado dos EUA, que vai abandonar funções no próximo dia 20 de Janeiro como acontece com o restante Governo (à excepção do secretário da Defesa dos EUA, Robert Gates que vai continuar no cargo), recebe actualmente 191.300 dólares anuais, cerca de 143.255 euros, e Clinton que actualmente é senadora do Estado de Nova Iorque vai receber 186.600 dólares (139.735 euros)."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;É mesmo uma injustiça óh Hilly!&lt;br /&gt;Se fosse a ti inventava uma greve e reivindicava um aumento!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;(mais sobre a notícia &lt;a href="http://www.tvnet.pt/noticias/detalhes.php?id=37864"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nem percebo pk andamos a "engalifinharmos" por uns míseros 15 mil/ano! Ou vou pra política ou.. melhor ainda... viro psicóloga dos políticos! heheheh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&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/26807672-4891396733989995133?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/4891396733989995133/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=4891396733989995133' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/4891396733989995133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/4891396733989995133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2008/12/temos-pena.html' title='Temos pena!'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-2185003985262610414</id><published>2008-12-08T13:00:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:05:40.377Z</updated><title type='text'>Eu quero você como eu quero</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(pra ouvir melhor pausem ou desliguem a música do blog)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-ujmTQ3MpCE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&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/-ujmTQ3MpCE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" 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;=) palavras pra quê?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26807672-2185003985262610414?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/2185003985262610414/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=2185003985262610414' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/2185003985262610414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/2185003985262610414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2008/12/eu-quero-voc-como-eu-quero.html' title='Eu quero você como eu quero'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-4622061111651305439</id><published>2008-12-08T03:18:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-08T03:24:39.482Z</updated><title type='text'>As fotos de sexta a noite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/STyTYsdwB9I/AAAAAAAAAok/h7YoCAQIgsA/s1600-h/Dez08+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277254915833464786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/STyTYsdwB9I/AAAAAAAAAok/h7YoCAQIgsA/s320/Dez08+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu e o Contador de Histórias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Em tempos ele colocou posts neste blog..... qdo tiver vagar editarei este post com os links apropriados. Por enquanto deixo-vos a sugestão de irem ao meu hi5 (está nos links mais abaixo do lado direito.... procurem) cuscar as fotos do Party@Vinyl e claro, COMENTEM muitoooooo k eu adoro receber comentários!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bjinhos a todos e um bom feriado (com este tempo maravilhoso façam "coisas" dentro dos edredons k sabe mto bem!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26807672-4622061111651305439?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/4622061111651305439/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=4622061111651305439' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/4622061111651305439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/4622061111651305439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2008/12/as-fotos-de-sexta-noite.html' title='As fotos de sexta a noite'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/STyTYsdwB9I/AAAAAAAAAok/h7YoCAQIgsA/s72-c/Dez08+065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-6214148230422758049</id><published>2008-12-06T16:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-06T16:05:09.053Z</updated><title type='text'>I believe....</title><content type='html'>I believe—&lt;br /&gt;   that we don't have to change friends if we understand that friends change.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;I believe—&lt;br /&gt;   that no matter how good a friend is, they're going to hurt you every once in a while and you must forgive them for that.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;I believe—&lt;br /&gt;   that true friendship continues to grow, even over the longest distance. Same goes for true love.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;I believe—&lt;br /&gt;   that you can do something in an instant that will give you heartache for life.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;I believe—&lt;br /&gt;   that it's taking me a long time to become the person I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;I believe—&lt;br /&gt;   that you should always leave loved ones with loving words. It may be the last time you see them.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;I believe—&lt;br /&gt;   that you can keep going long after you can't.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;I believe—&lt;br /&gt;   that we are responsible for what we do, no matter how we feel.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;I believe—&lt;br /&gt;   that either you control your attitude or it controls you.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;I believe—&lt;br /&gt;   that regardless of how hot and steamy a relationship is at first, the passion fades and there had better be something else to take its place.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;I believe—&lt;br /&gt;   that heroes are the people who do what has to be done when it needs to be done, regardless of the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;I believe—&lt;br /&gt;   that money is a lousy way of keeping score.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;I believe—&lt;br /&gt;   that my best friend and I can do anything or nothing and have the best time.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;I believe—&lt;br /&gt;   that sometimes the people you expect to kick you when you're down, will be the ones to help you get back up.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;I believe—&lt;br /&gt;   that sometimes when I'm angry I have the right to be angry, but that doesn't give me the right to be cruel.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;I believe—&lt;br /&gt;   that just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;I believe—&lt;br /&gt;   that maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you've had and what you've learned from them and less to do with how many birthdays you've celebrated.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;I believe—&lt;br /&gt;   that it isn't always enough to be forgiven by others. Sometimes you have to learn to forgive yourself.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;I believe—&lt;br /&gt;   that no matter how bad your heart is broken the world doesn't stop for your grief.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;I believe—&lt;br /&gt;   that our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are, but we are responsible for who we become.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;I believe—&lt;br /&gt;   that just because two people argue, it doesn't mean they don't love each other And just because they don't argue, it doesn't mean they do.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;I believe—&lt;br /&gt;   that you shouldn't be so eager to find out a secret. It could change your life forever.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;I believe—&lt;br /&gt;   that two people can look at the exact same thing and see something totally different.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;I believe—&lt;br /&gt;   that your life can be changed in a matter of hours by people who don't even know you.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;I believe—&lt;br /&gt;   that even when you think you have no more to give, when a friend cries out to you, you will find the strength to help.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;I believe—&lt;br /&gt;   that credentials on the wall do not make you a decent human being.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;I believe—&lt;br /&gt;   that the people you care about most in life are taken from you too soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/26807672-6214148230422758049?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/6214148230422758049/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=6214148230422758049' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/6214148230422758049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/6214148230422758049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-believe.html' title='I believe....'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-7979073388486280807</id><published>2008-12-06T06:58:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-06T07:01:21.520Z</updated><title type='text'>Fui dançar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E há coisa melhor k dançar a noite toda e conviver com os amigos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fotos estarão disponíveis no &lt;a href="http://leliajuma.hi5.com"&gt;hi5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26807672-7979073388486280807?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/7979073388486280807/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=7979073388486280807' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/7979073388486280807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/7979073388486280807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2008/12/fui-danar.html' title='Fui dançar'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-6800273066671636007</id><published>2008-12-05T17:11:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-06T07:12:27.608Z</updated><title type='text'>Carro pra mulher</title><content type='html'>Se houvesse um assim tão prático é k era! heheheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/btmmia9O7ik&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/btmmia9O7ik&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26807672-6800273066671636007?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/6800273066671636007/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=6800273066671636007' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/6800273066671636007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/6800273066671636007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2008/12/carro-pra-mulher.html' title='Carro pra mulher'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-8046083940340697859</id><published>2008-12-04T15:59:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-04T16:08:11.064Z</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vontade de Um Abraço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De repente deu-me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;vontade de um abraço&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Uma vontade de entrelaço, de proximidade..&lt;br /&gt;de amizade..sei lá..&lt;br /&gt;Talvez um &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;aconchego&lt;/span&gt; que enfatize a vida e&lt;br /&gt;amenize as dores...&lt;br /&gt;Que fale sobre os amores,&lt;br /&gt;que seja teimoso e ao mesmo tempo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;forte&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Deu vontade de poder &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;rever&lt;/span&gt; saudade&lt;br /&gt;de um abraço.&lt;br /&gt;Um abraço que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;eternize o tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e preencha todo espaço&lt;br /&gt;mas que faça lembrar do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;carinho&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;que surge&lt;/span&gt; devagarzinho&lt;br /&gt;da magia da união dos corpos, das auras..sei lá.&lt;br /&gt;Lembrar do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;calor&lt;/span&gt; das mãos&lt;br /&gt;acariciando as costas&lt;br /&gt;a dizer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"estou aqui."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembrar do trançar dos braços,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;envolventes&lt;/span&gt; e seguros afirmando&lt;br /&gt;"estou com você"..&lt;br /&gt;Lembrar da transfusão de forças&lt;br /&gt;com a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;suavidade&lt;/span&gt; do momento ..sei lá..&lt;br /&gt;abraço...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;abraço&lt;/span&gt;...abraço...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;abraço&lt;/span&gt;...abraço..abraço...&lt;br /&gt;abraço...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;abraço&lt;/span&gt;...abraço...&lt;br /&gt;abraço...abraço..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;abraço&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;abraço&lt;/span&gt;...abraço...abraço...&lt;br /&gt;abraço...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;abraço&lt;/span&gt;..abraço...&lt;br /&gt;O que importa é a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;magia&lt;/span&gt; desse abraço!&lt;br /&gt;A fusão de energia que harmoniza,&lt;br /&gt;integra tudo, e que se traduz&lt;br /&gt;no cosmo, no tempo e no espaço.&lt;br /&gt;Só sei que agora deu &lt;span&gt;vontade&lt;/span&gt; desse abraço!!&lt;br /&gt;Que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;afaste&lt;/span&gt; toda e qualquer angústia.&lt;br /&gt;Que desperte a lágrima da &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;alegria&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;e &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;acalme&lt;/span&gt; o coração..&lt;br /&gt;Que traduza a amizade,o amor e a emoção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;E para um abraço assim só pude pensar em você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nessa sua energia,&lt;br /&gt;nessa sua sensibilidade&lt;br /&gt;que sabe entender o por quê...&lt;br /&gt;nessa vontade desse abraço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;Vinicius Moraes&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/26807672-8046083940340697859?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/8046083940340697859/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=8046083940340697859' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Sal, we gotta go and never stop going till we get there."&lt;br /&gt; "Where we going, man?"&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know but we gotta go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;—Jack Kerouac&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/26807672-220691242957815611?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/220691242957815611/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=220691242957815611' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/220691242957815611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/220691242957815611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-go-is-better-way.html' title='just go is the better way'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-7288515403181352868</id><published>2008-12-04T00:49:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-12-04T01:10:41.325Z</updated><title type='text'>Patinar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/STcqlI9CehI/AAAAAAAAAoU/nIcyZjDcIpY/s1600-h/patins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/STcqlI9CehI/AAAAAAAAAoU/nIcyZjDcIpY/s320/patins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275732306034850322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Há uma pista de gelo em coimbra pra patinar... Até me lembrei de um filme romântico cujo nome e actores n me lembro de momento, k se conheceram numa loja por causa dumas luvas. Foram patinar e cada um ficou com uma luva e deixaram o destino decidir se ficavam juntos ou não. Anos depois na mesma pista a luva encontrou o seu par! Tão romântico!!! Quando vi o filme desejei ter um amor assim!&lt;br /&gt;Sou uma tolinha n acham? Disseram-me k isso n acontece, k n existem amores assim, k esses filmes só servem pra gozar com a "burrice" das mulheres. Mas.... prefiro ser "burrinha" e sonhar k inteligente e mal amada! Afinal.... Guardo um pouco da magia em mim.... Tá decidido, vou patinar pela primeira vez no gelo! E seja o k o destino quiser! (até pode ser k o destino me mande pras urgências com um tornozelo quebrado! hehehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fui investigar e o filme chama-se Serendipity é de 2001 e contracena o Jonh Cusack com a Kate Beckinsale:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/STctjjoitaI/AAAAAAAAAoc/4fjJPM97ZXc/s1600-h/serendipity.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/STctjjoitaI/AAAAAAAAAoc/4fjJPM97ZXc/s320/serendipity.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275735577371784610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;Lindo este filme!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-1719741264403870825</id><published>2008-11-30T03:07:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-30T03:09:12.370Z</updated><title type='text'>Oh! já adormecia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/STIDqW6a8kI/AAAAAAAAAoE/fcUnMxeQu68/s1600-h/ZZ1CF075CC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/STIDqW6a8kI/AAAAAAAAAoE/fcUnMxeQu68/s320/ZZ1CF075CC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274282139844276802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26807672-1719741264403870825?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/1719741264403870825/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=1719741264403870825' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/1719741264403870825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/1719741264403870825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-j-adormecia.html' title='Oh! já adormecia!'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/STIDqW6a8kI/AAAAAAAAAoE/fcUnMxeQu68/s72-c/ZZ1CF075CC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-6556637171472539470</id><published>2008-11-30T02:53:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-30T02:55:37.753Z</updated><title type='text'>Porquê palavras? Conto Zen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Um monge aproximou-se de seu mestre — que se encontrava em meditação no pátio do templo à luz da Lua — com uma grande dúvida:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mestre, aprendi que confiar nas palavras é ilusório; e diante das palavras, o verdadeiro sentido surge através do silêncio. Mas vejo que os sutras e as recitações são feitas de palavras; que o ensinamento é transmitido pela voz. Se o Dharma está além dos termos, porque os termos são usados para defini-lo?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O velho sábio respondeu: "As palavras são como um dedo apontando para a Lua; cuida de saber olhar para a Lua, não se preocupe com o dedo que a aponta."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O monge replicou: "Mas eu não poderia olhar a Lua, sem precisar que algum dedo alheio a indique?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Poderia," confirmou o mestre, "e assim tu o farás, pois ninguém mais pode olhar a lua por ti. As palavras são como bolhas de sabão: frágeis e inconsistentes, desaparecem quando em contato prolongado com o ar. A Lua está e sempre esteve à vista. O Dharma é eterno e completamente revelado. As palavras não podem revelar o que já está revelado desde o Primeiro Princípio."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Então," o monge perguntou, "por que os homens precisam que lhes seja revelado o que já é de seu conhecimento?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Porque," completou o sábio, "da mesma forma que ver a Lua todas as noites faz com que os homens se esqueçam dela pelo simples costume de aceitar sua existência como fato consumado, assim também os homens não confiam na verdade já revelada pelo simples fato dela se manifestar em todas as coisas, sem distinção. Desta forma, as palavras são um subterfúgio, um adorno para embelezar e atrair nossa atenção. E como qualquer adorno, pode ser valorizado mais do que é necessário."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mestre ficou em silêncio durante muito tempo. Então, de súbito, simplesmente apontou para a lua.&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/26807672-6556637171472539470?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/6556637171472539470/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=6556637171472539470' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/6556637171472539470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/6556637171472539470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2008/11/porqu-palavras-conto-zen.html' title='Porquê palavras? Conto Zen'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-4589665519761810563</id><published>2008-11-30T00:58:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-30T01:02:56.367Z</updated><title type='text'>Consideras-te um bom consumidor?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pessoalmente não consumo muito... compro mesmo só coisas essenciais, e detesto ficar horas no shopping nas compras! Sou bastante prática e sei sempre exactamente o k quero e onde posso encontrar sem dar muitas voltas. Qto às modas e seguir tendências... bem, eu crio as minhas! E não fica nada mal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Não gosto do capitalismo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A_ut93YYZu8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A_ut93YYZu8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tu? és um bom cosumidor? O k mais te faz gastar mais dinheiro? E pk?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26807672-4589665519761810563?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/4589665519761810563/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=4589665519761810563' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/4589665519761810563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/4589665519761810563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2008/11/consideras-te-um-bom-consumidor.html' title='Consideras-te um bom consumidor?'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-9038087601972581669</id><published>2008-11-29T20:35:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-29T20:38:43.379Z</updated><title type='text'>Obrigado!</title><content type='html'>Tu, do Xicuembo, obrigada por me teres libertado! Agora é o inicio da minha vida! Obrigada!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26807672-9038087601972581669?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/9038087601972581669/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=9038087601972581669' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/9038087601972581669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/9038087601972581669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2008/11/obrigado.html' title='Obrigado!'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-8595463910428140974</id><published>2008-11-29T16:08:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-11-29T16:15:10.466Z</updated><title type='text'>Prendas de natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/STFqR1G_cII/AAAAAAAAAn0/yE7GQP7kV-c/s1600-h/prendanatal2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/STFqR1G_cII/AAAAAAAAAn0/yE7GQP7kV-c/s320/prendanatal2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274113493174284418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pra mim o que eu mais quero e ainda n consegui comprar, talvez por pena do bicho, é um aquário! Há anos k desejo um! Alguém me oferece um? Com um peixinho colorido como eu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora tenho aki uma proposta p fazer a todos. Quer tal oferecermos prendas ecológicas? Deixo-vos aqui algumas ideias, e podem ser feitas à mão num instante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/STFp-qAbqJI/AAAAAAAAAns/aZ_sJaLVkdI/s1600-h/prendanatal1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/STFp-qAbqJI/AAAAAAAAAns/aZ_sJaLVkdI/s320/prendanatal1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274113163776469138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/26807672-8595463910428140974?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/8595463910428140974/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=8595463910428140974' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/8595463910428140974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/8595463910428140974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2008/11/prendas-de-natal.html' title='Prendas de natal'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/STFqR1G_cII/AAAAAAAAAn0/yE7GQP7kV-c/s72-c/prendanatal2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-3652861567116299256</id><published>2008-11-29T15:57:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-29T15:58:53.747Z</updated><title type='text'>Arma contra violações</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/STFmqjydFOI/AAAAAAAAAnk/a9mMQzjI46k/s1600-h/skydd4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/STFmqjydFOI/AAAAAAAAAnk/a9mMQzjI46k/s320/skydd4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274109519974962402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26807672-3652861567116299256?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/3652861567116299256/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=3652861567116299256' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/3652861567116299256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/3652861567116299256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2008/11/arma-contra-violaes.html' title='Arma contra violações'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/STFmqjydFOI/AAAAAAAAAnk/a9mMQzjI46k/s72-c/skydd4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-4924871097050644644</id><published>2008-11-29T15:37:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-29T15:38:29.310Z</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/STFh6pzah5I/AAAAAAAAAnc/MNwA03FFsBU/s1600-h/05-inspiration.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/STFh6pzah5I/AAAAAAAAAnc/MNwA03FFsBU/s320/05-inspiration.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274104298909370258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26807672-4924871097050644644?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/4924871097050644644/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=4924871097050644644' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/4924871097050644644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/4924871097050644644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_29.html' title='?'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/STFh6pzah5I/AAAAAAAAAnc/MNwA03FFsBU/s72-c/05-inspiration.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-679060792391355901</id><published>2008-11-28T12:47:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-28T12:52:12.237Z</updated><title type='text'>Pedido de desculpas</title><content type='html'>Para os meus amigos&lt;br /&gt;Para aqueles que tentam falar cmg no msn&lt;br /&gt;Para todos os bloguistas que ficam sem comentários meus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Peço imensas desculpas se não vos tenho dado atenção e dois dedinhos de conversa fiada. Ando realmente ocupada! Assuntos académicos prendem-me ao pc e a net durante horas a fio mas são por uma boa causa: a defesa da minha tese de mestrado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26807672-679060792391355901?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/679060792391355901/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=679060792391355901' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/679060792391355901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/679060792391355901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2008/11/pedido-de-desculpas.html' title='Pedido de desculpas'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-6358609546274857225</id><published>2008-11-27T14:05:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-27T14:09:36.261Z</updated><title type='text'>Será que o teu pé direito é inteligente?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; O que se segue é tão engraçado que desafia qualquer compreensão lógica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Aposto que irá tentar pelo menos cinquenta vezes para ver se consegue contrariar o seu pé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Mas sem sucesso!!! Experimente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      1.   Então é assim: está sentado na sua cadeira junto a secretária. De seguida, levante o seu pé direito do chão. Uma vez o pé no ar, faça círculos com o mesmo, no sentido dos ponteiros de um relógio. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      2.   Ao mesmo tempo, desenhe com a sua mão direita o número 6 no ar. O seu pé muda de direcção!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      3.   Como já lhe tinha dito, não há nada que se possa fazer. &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/26807672-6358609546274857225?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/6358609546274857225/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=6358609546274857225' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/6358609546274857225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/6358609546274857225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2008/11/ser-que-o-teu-p-direito-inteligente.html' title='Será que o teu pé direito é inteligente?'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-7983654218481201253</id><published>2008-11-26T21:54:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-26T21:57:20.761Z</updated><title type='text'>Pensando.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Quando não sabemos como é sentirmos a mão de alguém que amamos na cintura pela primeira vez, que possibilidade há para o amor?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nicole Krauss, em "A história do amor"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26807672-7983654218481201253?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/7983654218481201253/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=7983654218481201253' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/7983654218481201253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/7983654218481201253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2008/11/pensando.html' title='Pensando.....'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-2753781604309139090</id><published>2008-11-26T16:34:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-26T16:57:43.579Z</updated><title type='text'>Silêncio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SS1_6buueYI/AAAAAAAAAnM/8NBbr9qB5IA/s1600-h/401233_41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SS1_6buueYI/AAAAAAAAAnM/8NBbr9qB5IA/s320/401233_41.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273011380573600130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O que ficou foi o silêncio, mas não um silêncio em que nada começa ou acaba, e não há memória do que antes aconteceu. É um silêncio como o que se segue a uma música magnífica, quando tudo já foi tocado e qualquer som adicional, mesmo os aplausos, pareceria reduntante. Esse silêncio ressoa com o som que se extinguiu. Há um lugar onde as palavras e a música terminam.&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/26807672-2753781604309139090?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/2753781604309139090/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=2753781604309139090' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/2753781604309139090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/2753781604309139090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2008/11/silncio.html' title='Silêncio'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SS1_6buueYI/AAAAAAAAAnM/8NBbr9qB5IA/s72-c/401233_41.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-6461037654082299706</id><published>2008-11-24T23:38:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-24T23:50:40.328Z</updated><title type='text'>Standby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SSs9utOjmII/AAAAAAAAAnE/KissPm5t1JA/s1600-h/switchalamyblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SSs9utOjmII/AAAAAAAAAnE/KissPm5t1JA/s320/switchalamyblog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272375661391222914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26807672-6461037654082299706?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/6461037654082299706/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=6461037654082299706' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/6461037654082299706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/6461037654082299706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2008/11/standby.html' title='Standby'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SSs9utOjmII/AAAAAAAAAnE/KissPm5t1JA/s72-c/switchalamyblog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-8269173263861177607</id><published>2008-11-24T22:48:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-24T22:50:26.679Z</updated><title type='text'>Points...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SSsvmY8BUsI/AAAAAAAAAm8/Rjj2iX35CaI/s1600-h/pov.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SSsvmY8BUsI/AAAAAAAAAm8/Rjj2iX35CaI/s320/pov.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272360125343027906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26807672-8269173263861177607?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/8269173263861177607/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=8269173263861177607' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/8269173263861177607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/8269173263861177607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2008/11/points.html' title='Points...'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SSsvmY8BUsI/AAAAAAAAAm8/Rjj2iX35CaI/s72-c/pov.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-5988125114988696870</id><published>2008-11-24T21:45:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-24T22:51:21.385Z</updated><title type='text'>Xikuembo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Uma vez questionei-me pk é k os homens se encantam tanto cmg chegando mesmo a amar-me por momentos e depois num estalar de dedos o encanto desaparece deixando tanto a eles como a mim confusos. É algo k nunca compreendi..... Primeiro um noivado k termina por sms, depois um amor k termina pelo msn, e agora mais um k foi pela net! lol... tem a sua piada!  É que nenhum tem a coragem de olhar-me nos olhos e dizer k não me quer mais! heheheh&lt;br /&gt;Devo ter sido embruxada! Sai xikuembo sai! Poxa!&lt;br /&gt;Uma vez atrevi-me e fui a um feiticeiro saber da minha "sorte". Ele disse que alguém, um homem vivo, amarrou-me a ele pra sempre.... Não serei dele mas tb n serei de mais ninguém! Eu até imagino quem seja... Pra me livrar disso teria k deixar uma mesinha feita pelo tal feiticeiro num local e regressar a casa pelo sentido contrário e sem olhar uma única vez pra trás e, devia andar com um amuleto sempre.&lt;br /&gt;Fiz o k me foi dito e ando com o amuleto, sempre!&lt;br /&gt;Não resultou, não resulta!&lt;br /&gt;Vou pegar no amuleto e deitá-lo pela sanita abaixo. E tu pessoa k me amarraste e "engarrafaste" fazer o favor de me libertar. É um pedido humilde e sincero.... eu só quero ser feliz.... e se gostas tanto de mim assim, deixa-me livre!&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/26807672-5988125114988696870?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/5988125114988696870/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=5988125114988696870' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/5988125114988696870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/5988125114988696870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2008/11/xukuembo.html' title='Xikuembo'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-7823075845519595958</id><published>2008-11-21T15:34:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-21T15:40:11.091Z</updated><title type='text'>(,¨)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SSbWSfcEjZI/AAAAAAAAAm0/FHvRYMYfx4U/s1600-h/pedras.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271136027048971666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SSbWSfcEjZI/AAAAAAAAAm0/FHvRYMYfx4U/s320/pedras.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Posso ter defeitos, viver ansioso e ficar irritado algumas vezes, mas não esqueço que a minha vida é a maior empresa do mundo. E que posso evitar que ela vá à falência. Ser feliz é reconhecer que vale a pena viver, apesar de todos os desafios, incompreensões e períodos de crise. Ser feliz é deixar de ser vítima dos problemas e se tornar um autor da própria história. É atravessar desertos fora de si, mas ser capaz de encontrar um oásis no recôndito da sua alma. É agradecer a Deus cada manhã pelo milagre da vida. Ser feliz é não ter medo dos próprios sentimentos. E saber falar de si mesmo. E ter coragem para ouvir um "não". É ter segurança para receber uma crítica, mesmo que injusta. Pedras no caminho? Guardo todas, um dia vou construir um castelo..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26807672-7823075845519595958?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/7823075845519595958/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=7823075845519595958' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/7823075845519595958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/7823075845519595958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_21.html' title='(,¨)'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SSbWSfcEjZI/AAAAAAAAAm0/FHvRYMYfx4U/s72-c/pedras.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-7814492851914907554</id><published>2008-11-20T15:48:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-20T15:51:22.924Z</updated><title type='text'>Sabem duma?</title><content type='html'>.... Não vejo a hora do ano terminar! 2008 cansou-me profundamente! Até vou mudar a cor das letras pra verde, a ver se a esperança de um novo ano melhor se torne realidade!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26807672-7814492851914907554?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/7814492851914907554/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=7814492851914907554' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/7814492851914907554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/7814492851914907554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2008/11/sabem-duma.html' title='Sabem duma?'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-487063213205254739</id><published>2008-11-20T13:46:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-26T21:52:57.929Z</updated><title type='text'>Prison Break e Heroes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SS3FIPG1A7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/JixEWlMumdU/s1600-h/heroe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273087484005516210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 40px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SS3FIPG1A7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/JixEWlMumdU/s320/heroe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;PB&lt;/span&gt; já no fim? Aiiiii..... k o episódio 11 deixou-me em pulgas! Fico literalmente "presa" e nem me apetece fugir!&lt;br /&gt;E &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Heroes&lt;/span&gt;? Tou a gostar mais desta temporada k das anteriores! Imagino os poderes k gostaria de ter... ler pensamentos? n sei se seria uma boa ideia. Voar? dava jeito em alguns momentos. Viajar no tempo? hum... talvez, mas se calhar ao evitar os erros do passado perderia as coisas boas k vieram com esses mesmo erros. Sei lá! São tantos os poderes! Apesar de não ser extraordinário, tenho um poder sim.... mas não digo! hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até me esqueço k existe um mundo lá fora qdo estou a ver estas séries. E agora n vejo a hora de chegar Fevereiro pra continuar perdida em &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Lost&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/26807672-487063213205254739?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/487063213205254739/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=487063213205254739' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/487063213205254739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/487063213205254739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2008/11/prison-break-e-heroes.html' title='Prison Break e Heroes'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SS3FIPG1A7I/AAAAAAAAAnU/JixEWlMumdU/s72-c/heroe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-2630770310187730853</id><published>2008-11-20T12:05:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-20T12:16:18.147Z</updated><title type='text'>Comparações</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quem se lembra das comparações do &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/14317407698002741266"&gt;Toni&lt;/a&gt; (das &lt;a href="http://gloriasdocalhabe.blogspot.com/"&gt;Glórias do Calhabé&lt;/a&gt; e &lt;a href="http://opiolhodasolum.blogspot.com/"&gt;do Piolho da Solum&lt;/a&gt;) entre arquitectura e coisas mundanas? Finalmente está tudo reunido num lugar só! Já não era sem tempo rapaz!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SSVUxM0dQ4I/AAAAAAAAAms/Wt_bB1aiBjg/s1600-h/calatrava.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SSVUxM0dQ4I/AAAAAAAAAms/Wt_bB1aiBjg/s320/calatrava.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270712143138603906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podem apreciar no &lt;a href="http://neto-pedro.hi5.com/"&gt;Hi5 do Toni&lt;/a&gt; (aka Pedro Neto), no álbum "minha galeria de arte".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maravilhoso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26807672-2630770310187730853?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/2630770310187730853/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=2630770310187730853' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/2630770310187730853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/2630770310187730853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2008/11/comparaes.html' title='Comparações'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SSVUxM0dQ4I/AAAAAAAAAms/Wt_bB1aiBjg/s72-c/calatrava.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-4758816187373634702</id><published>2008-11-20T11:52:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-20T12:00:39.015Z</updated><title type='text'>Os laços que nos unem</title><content type='html'>Conheci o Gustavo numa noite de Verão na Figueira da Foz e desde então que tenho vindo a  conversar com ele na net (maravilhosa Internet e bendito o inventor). Já o conhecia das novelas em que ele actuava e vim a conhecer a sua grande paixão: a escrita. Por isso hoje deixo-vos uma sugestão de leitura... vale a pena conferir:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SSVRMpotIbI/AAAAAAAAAmk/WJvM5oULpEc/s1600-h/gustavo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SSVRMpotIbI/AAAAAAAAAmk/WJvM5oULpEc/s320/gustavo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270708216683897266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Podem ler excertos no blog &lt;a href="http://oslacosquenosunem.blogspot.com/"&gt;Os laços que nos unem&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uma notinha:&lt;/span&gt; gosto imenso dele como pessoa; super simples, na paz mesmo! (Gustavo se leres isto aqui vai um abraço e umas beijokas pra ti!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26807672-4758816187373634702?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/4758816187373634702/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=4758816187373634702' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/4758816187373634702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/4758816187373634702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2008/11/os-laos-que-nos-unem.html' title='Os laços que nos unem'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SSVRMpotIbI/AAAAAAAAAmk/WJvM5oULpEc/s72-c/gustavo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-4953331506043861583</id><published>2008-11-17T15:21:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-17T15:23:33.340Z</updated><title type='text'>O que andei a ler no fim de semana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SSGMWJQJWLI/AAAAAAAAAmc/L7VPhDi4kGU/s1600-h/dostoevsky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SSGMWJQJWLI/AAAAAAAAAmc/L7VPhDi4kGU/s320/dostoevsky.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269647351068842162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I am a sick man . . . I am a wicked man. An unattractive man, I think my liver hurts."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26807672-4953331506043861583?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/4953331506043861583/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=4953331506043861583' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/4953331506043861583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/4953331506043861583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2008/11/o-que-andei-ler-no-fim-de-semana.html' title='O que andei a ler no fim de semana'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SSGMWJQJWLI/AAAAAAAAAmc/L7VPhDi4kGU/s72-c/dostoevsky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-3760992905291651886</id><published>2008-11-15T00:17:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-15T00:20:15.323Z</updated><title type='text'>Bora lá nos divertir um pouco com papel</title><content type='html'>Eu gosto destas coisas.... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="background:#000000;width:400px;height:348px"&gt;&lt;embed flashVars="playerVars=showStats=yes|autoPlay=no|videoTitle=Just%20Piece%20Of%20Paper%20.%20Crazy%20Paper%20Toy."  src="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/962261/just_piece_of_paper_crazy_paper_toy.swf" width="400" height="348" wmode="transparent" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size = 1&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/962261/just_piece_of_paper_crazy_paper_toy/"&gt;Just Piece Of Paper . Crazy Paper Toy.&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/"&gt;The best video clips are here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simples e divertido!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom final de semana pra todos! Façam o k fizerem dêem sempre o vosso melhor!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26807672-3760992905291651886?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/3760992905291651886/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=3760992905291651886' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/3760992905291651886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/3760992905291651886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2008/11/bora-l-nos-divertir-um-pouco-com-papel.html' title='Bora lá nos divertir um pouco com papel'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-1526217391718625980</id><published>2008-11-13T16:51:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:01:53.594Z</updated><title type='text'>Vocês sabiam....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Que os homens (sexo masculino) muçulmanos jamais devem suprimir os seus desejos sexuais? Que pra não faltar a este "mandamento religioso" podem  (e devem) se casar com a mulher que ambicionam saltar pra cima? E mais: que a mulher (ou mulheres) devem estar sempre dispostas ao acto seja em que momento for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Que cabe ao homem muçulmano tratar da economia do lar e por isso é um privilégio da mulher ficar sempre em casa, só saindo se for mesmo necessário e na companhia de um familiar do sexo masculino?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Que segundo o islamismo tudo e todos no Universo são muçulmanos pk isso ker dizer submissão voluntária (atenção a este voluntariado) a Deus?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E há mais uma série de disparates que infelizmente existem nesta religião e cultura em que fui criada! aiiii as coisas k eu tenho descoberto por causa da minha tese!!!!&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/26807672-1526217391718625980?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/1526217391718625980/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=1526217391718625980' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/1526217391718625980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/1526217391718625980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2008/11/vocs-sabiam.html' title='Vocês sabiam....'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-4534756061147247233</id><published>2008-11-13T15:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:45:05.250Z</updated><title type='text'>Anything can be</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SRxLYG1VJZI/AAAAAAAAAmU/0TmUFKad3m0/s1600-h/listen_v2_IMG_0006_bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SRxLYG1VJZI/AAAAAAAAAmU/0TmUFKad3m0/s320/listen_v2_IMG_0006_bw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268168541639878034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26807672-4534756061147247233?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/4534756061147247233/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=4534756061147247233' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/4534756061147247233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/4534756061147247233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2008/11/anything-can-be.html' title='Anything can be'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SRxLYG1VJZI/AAAAAAAAAmU/0TmUFKad3m0/s72-c/listen_v2_IMG_0006_bw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-3134185254858685361</id><published>2008-11-13T15:37:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:42:45.603Z</updated><title type='text'>Uma vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SRxK2lGx-tI/AAAAAAAAAmM/aeMCCsgYui4/s1600-h/caminho-de-pincel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SRxK2lGx-tI/AAAAAAAAAmM/aeMCCsgYui4/s320/caminho-de-pincel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268167965650582226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Às vezes não pensava em nada e outras vezes pensava na minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;Pelo menos tinha uma vida.&lt;br /&gt;Que tipo de vida?&lt;br /&gt;Uma vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nicole Krauss, em "A história do amor"&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/26807672-3134185254858685361?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/3134185254858685361/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=3134185254858685361' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/3134185254858685361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/3134185254858685361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2008/11/uma-vida.html' title='Uma vida'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SRxK2lGx-tI/AAAAAAAAAmM/aeMCCsgYui4/s72-c/caminho-de-pincel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-1634750104821048785</id><published>2008-11-10T14:36:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-11-10T15:03:13.050Z</updated><title type='text'>Dá que pensar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E que tal se começássemos todos a fazer algo pra mudar?&lt;/span&gt; Nem é pelos filhos que poderão vir (ou não) a nascer. É por nós também! É o nosso futuro, as nossas vidas... Se o homem é um ser egoísta (como já me atiraram na cara isso) então e que tal ser mais egoísta ainda, mas tão egoísta ao ponto de querer um ar melhor, um ambiente saudável, um solzinho gostoso na pele? Nem vou dizer mais nada.... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;escutem só o apelo da geração do futuro que nem futuro terá!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-16d8e9a62ed3780e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D16d8e9a62ed3780e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330246021%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D822B2BD65B6FFBA36BE62D84A520B78883181FDD.2D00458DECB6E8C8CC58237BF9524A56A7351B67%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D16d8e9a62ed3780e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DqSRjx8Nhw8rrAHdl76OBks_MWLM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D16d8e9a62ed3780e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330246021%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D822B2BD65B6FFBA36BE62D84A520B78883181FDD.2D00458DECB6E8C8CC58237BF9524A56A7351B67%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D16d8e9a62ed3780e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DqSRjx8Nhw8rrAHdl76OBks_MWLM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;notem que este vídeo é antigo mas até hoje não se fez nada pra responder ao apelo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26807672-1634750104821048785?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=16d8e9a62ed3780e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/1634750104821048785/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=1634750104821048785' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/1634750104821048785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/1634750104821048785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2008/11/d-que-pensar.html' title='Dá que pensar!'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-80803324861810007</id><published>2008-11-10T14:16:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-10T14:23:06.130Z</updated><title type='text'>Esperando e por culpa minha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SRhDwVP2G7I/AAAAAAAAAmE/DQ8j7UoIG-c/s1600-h/IMGP1039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SRhDwVP2G7I/AAAAAAAAAmE/DQ8j7UoIG-c/s320/IMGP1039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267034261826182066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quando se perde um comboio que se faz? Espera-se por outro! E aqui estou eu a espera a espera a espera...&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/26807672-80803324861810007?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/80803324861810007/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=80803324861810007' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/80803324861810007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/80803324861810007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2008/11/esperando-e-por-culpa-minha.html' title='Esperando e por culpa minha'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SRhDwVP2G7I/AAAAAAAAAmE/DQ8j7UoIG-c/s72-c/IMGP1039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-1335459136411836412</id><published>2008-11-08T20:05:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-08T20:11:35.229Z</updated><title type='text'>Manifs dos profs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ainda não percebi uma coisa: se em todas as profissões é quase obrigatório fazer formações, relatórios e estar sempre a ser avaliado, pk é k os profs reclamam?&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/26807672-1335459136411836412?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/1335459136411836412/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=1335459136411836412' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/1335459136411836412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/1335459136411836412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2008/11/manifs-dos-profs.html' title='Manifs dos profs'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-7381071386969026637</id><published>2008-11-08T11:52:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-08T11:53:09.431Z</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SRV9mg94nCI/AAAAAAAAAl8/qaHF_F8by-Y/s1600-h/660-just-the-thought-of-being.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SRV9mg94nCI/AAAAAAAAAl8/qaHF_F8by-Y/s320/660-just-the-thought-of-being.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266253439917661218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26807672-7381071386969026637?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/7381071386969026637/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=7381071386969026637' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/7381071386969026637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/7381071386969026637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SRV9mg94nCI/AAAAAAAAAl8/qaHF_F8by-Y/s72-c/660-just-the-thought-of-being.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-7637360569488509972</id><published>2008-11-07T14:57:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-11-07T15:04:15.423Z</updated><title type='text'>Fobias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SRRYVTHilWI/AAAAAAAAAl0/pA48WLR_r3o/s1600-h/ouvir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 307px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SRRYVTHilWI/AAAAAAAAAl0/pA48WLR_r3o/s320/ouvir.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265930987235349858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Allodoxaphobia = Fear of opinions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Querem um guia completo de todas as fobias? É só clicar no &lt;a href="http://www.phobiaguide.com/"&gt;Phobia Guide&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Depois quero k me digam q fobias vcs tem. (eu tenho fobia a opiniões)&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/26807672-7637360569488509972?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/7637360569488509972/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=7637360569488509972' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/7637360569488509972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/7637360569488509972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2008/11/fobias.html' title='Fobias'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SRRYVTHilWI/AAAAAAAAAl0/pA48WLR_r3o/s72-c/ouvir.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-3779429909817570308</id><published>2008-11-06T12:27:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-06T12:30:03.970Z</updated><title type='text'>A evolução da Dança</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dMH0bHeiRNg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&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/dMH0bHeiRNg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....notaram nas semelhanças com as aulas de grupo do ginásio? Hilariante!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26807672-3779429909817570308?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/3779429909817570308/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=3779429909817570308' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/3779429909817570308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/3779429909817570308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2008/11/evoluo-da-dana.html' title='A evolução da Dança'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-6928089972367109524</id><published>2008-11-05T20:12:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-05T20:17:07.485Z</updated><title type='text'>Eu, a Psicóloga!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SRH_OizjX0I/AAAAAAAAAls/0W0fva7BHLE/s1600-h/psychologist.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SRH_OizjX0I/AAAAAAAAAls/0W0fva7BHLE/s320/psychologist.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265270064699105090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O psicólogo não adoece, somatiza;&lt;br /&gt;O psicólogo não transa, libera libido;&lt;br /&gt;O psicólogo não estuda, sublima;&lt;br /&gt;O psicólogo não dá vexame, surta;&lt;br /&gt;O psicólogo não esquece, abstrai;&lt;br /&gt;O psicólogo não fofoca, transfere;&lt;br /&gt;O psicólogo não tem idéia, tem inshigth;&lt;br /&gt;O psicólogo não resolve problemas, fecha gestált;&lt;br /&gt;O psicólogo não muda de interesse, altera figura-fundo;&lt;br /&gt;O psicólogo não se engana, tem ato falho;&lt;br /&gt;O psicólogo não fala, verbaliza;&lt;br /&gt;O psicólogo não conversa, pontua;&lt;br /&gt;O psicólogo não responde, devolve a pergunta;&lt;br /&gt;O psicólogo não desabafa, tem catarse;&lt;br /&gt;O psicólogo não é indiscreto, é espontâneo;&lt;br /&gt;O psicólogo não dá palpite, oferece alternativa;&lt;br /&gt;O psicólogo não fica triste, sofre angústia;&lt;br /&gt;O psicólogo não acha, intui;&lt;br /&gt;O psicólogo não faz frescura, regride;&lt;br /&gt;O psicólogo não mente, resignifica;&lt;br /&gt;O psicólogo não paquera, estabelece vínculo;&lt;br /&gt;O psicólogo não é gente, é estado de espírito!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Retirado da net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26807672-6928089972367109524?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/6928089972367109524/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=6928089972367109524' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/6928089972367109524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/6928089972367109524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2008/11/eu-psicloga.html' title='Eu, a Psicóloga!'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SRH_OizjX0I/AAAAAAAAAls/0W0fva7BHLE/s72-c/psychologist.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-7848351578588772756</id><published>2008-11-05T12:37:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-05T12:48:17.013Z</updated><title type='text'>Não gostas?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Celulite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Eles não gostam?&lt;br /&gt;Azarucho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos os dias ao sair de casa dou de caras com um anúncio que me deixa logo mal disposta até aí às três da tarde. É da clínica Persona e tem esta brilhante tirada publicitária:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 'os homens não gostam de celulite'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É que, de facto, era este o argumento que me faltava para eu pôr fim à celulite que se instalou no meu rabo sem qualquer espécie de permissão. Eu até gosto de ter celulite, adoro! Faço os possíveis por ter sempre mais e mais... ah, mas espera lá, se os homens não gostam, então eu vou já pagar um tratamento de 3.000 euros na Persona para ficar sem celulite!! A sério, senhores que fizeram esta campanha, acham mesmo que este tipo de terror psicológico barato faz efeito numa mulher??? Se o anúncio dissesse &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'mulheres com celulite não entram na Zara'&lt;/span&gt;, aí sim, era ver-me a correr para a Persona, primeiras, primeiras!&lt;br /&gt;Agora, vejam lá se tratam disso que os homens não gostam', temos pena, mas não pega!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se formos a ver, também há muita coisa que as gajas não gostam, e nem por isso espalhamos outdoors gigantescos pela cidade. Sim, porque senão já estou a imaginar os possíveis anúncios:&lt;br /&gt;- ELAS não gostam de pilas pequenas;&lt;br /&gt;- ELAS não gostam de pêlos a mais;&lt;br /&gt;- ELAS não gostam do resultado de 'campeonato nacional+liga dos campeões+taça uefa+taça de Portugal';&lt;br /&gt;- ELAS não gostam de sexo oral sofrível e insuficiente;&lt;br /&gt;- ELAS não gostam que cocem os tomates (muito menos em público);&lt;br /&gt;- ELAS não gostam (nem acham sexy) as barrigas de cerveja;&lt;br /&gt;- ELAS não gostam de tampas da sanita levantadas;&lt;br /&gt;- ELAS não gostam de ejaculação precoce;&lt;br /&gt;- ELAS não gostam que cortem as unhas dos pés em cima da mesa da sala;&lt;br /&gt;- ELAS não gostam de mãozinhas sapudas (e pouco hábeis);&lt;br /&gt;- ELAS não gostam das amigas deles e das ex-namoradas, essas, nem falar;&lt;br /&gt;- ELAS não gostam de slips nem de boxers com ursinhos;&lt;br /&gt;- ELAS não gostam de atrasados emocionais;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Se os homens deste País se deparassem com estas publicidades, tentariam resolver algumas das questões apontadas? Não, pois não? Então deixem lá mas é a nossa celulitezinha sossegada e não nos obriguem a andar com uma régua na mala!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Recebido por email&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&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/26807672-7848351578588772756?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/7848351578588772756/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=7848351578588772756' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/7848351578588772756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/7848351578588772756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-gostas.html' title='Não gostas?'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-4349016015634844375</id><published>2008-11-05T11:58:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-05T11:59:20.043Z</updated><title type='text'>Não me desiludas Obama!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SRGKi4-JKTI/AAAAAAAAAlk/23RtTSFxodM/s1600-h/c8a57fdd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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height: 277px; line-height: 1px;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widgets.youniverse.com/personality_landscape.swf" FlashVars="clickstream=e0fc4935132f7a1bae66dac09c914f44" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="242" width="330"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youniverse.com/personality/feedback/e0fc4935132f7a1bae66dac09c914f44" style="padding: 0; margin: 0; float: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="border: none !important; padding: 0; margin: 0;" border="0" src="http://widgets.youniverse.com/readMyProfileLink.gif" alt="Youniverse Personality Test" width="147" height="35" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youniverse.com/personality/" style="padding: 0; margin: 0; float: left;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" style="border: none !important; padding: 0; margin: 0;" src="http://widgets.youniverse.com/youniverseLink.gif" alt="Youniverse Personality Test" width="183" height="35" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26807672-4567626863863929320?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/4567626863863929320/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=4567626863863929320' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/4567626863863929320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/4567626863863929320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2008/10/dizem-k-o-meu-adn-visual-este.html' title='Dizem k o meu ADN visual é este'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-3933948611828529635</id><published>2008-10-23T17:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T17:58:59.378+01:00</updated><title type='text'>More happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tava com medo  que não fosse possivel mas afinal correrá bem! É preciso manter a fé! heheheh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thanks!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26807672-3933948611828529635?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/3933948611828529635/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=3933948611828529635' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/3933948611828529635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/3933948611828529635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2008/10/more-happy.html' title='More happy'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-6090126435273330566</id><published>2008-10-22T18:33:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T18:36:27.889+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Facto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SP9kaT9tpbI/AAAAAAAAAlc/fr_N9UyWiH8/s1600-h/Merda.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SP9kaT9tpbI/AAAAAAAAAlc/fr_N9UyWiH8/s320/Merda.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260033292990522802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O MEU BLOG N TEM NADA DE MAIS!&lt;br /&gt;É UMA MERDA!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26807672-6090126435273330566?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/6090126435273330566/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=6090126435273330566' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/6090126435273330566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/6090126435273330566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2008/10/facto.html' title='Facto'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SP9kaT9tpbI/AAAAAAAAAlc/fr_N9UyWiH8/s72-c/Merda.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-8931813514807245736</id><published>2008-10-22T18:31:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T18:33:17.631+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sou maçã do topo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="leaves"&gt;Girls are like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="leaves"&gt; apples on trees. The best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="leaves"&gt; ones are at the top of the tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="leaves"&gt; The boys don't want to reach for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="leaves"&gt;   the good ones because they are afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="leaves"&gt; of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="leaves"&gt; just get the rotten apples from the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="leaves"&gt; that aren't as good, but easy. So the apples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="leaves"&gt; at the top think something is wrong with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="leaves"&gt; them, when in reality, they're amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="leaves"&gt; They just have to wait for the right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="leaves"&gt; boy to come along, the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="leaves"&gt; who's brave enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="leaves"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="trunk"&gt;to climb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="trunk"&gt; all the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="trunk"&gt; to the top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="trunk"&gt; of the tree.&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/26807672-8931813514807245736?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/8931813514807245736/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=8931813514807245736' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/8931813514807245736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/8931813514807245736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2008/10/sou-ma-do-topo.html' title='Sou maçã do topo'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-4003335413926845295</id><published>2008-10-22T16:55:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T16:58:42.335+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Explicação lógica</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SP9NqMigGDI/AAAAAAAAAlU/Y-Bjjy_3A_Y/s1600-h/duvida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SP9NqMigGDI/AAAAAAAAAlU/Y-Bjjy_3A_Y/s320/duvida.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260008277107808306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes things happen for bad reasons and sometimes we can't see the reasons right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adaptado de Robert Merton&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/26807672-4003335413926845295?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/4003335413926845295/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=4003335413926845295' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/4003335413926845295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/4003335413926845295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2008/10/sometimes-things-happen-for-bad-reasons.html' title='Explicação lógica'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SP9NqMigGDI/AAAAAAAAAlU/Y-Bjjy_3A_Y/s72-c/duvida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-8306394349379701115</id><published>2008-10-20T10:56:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T10:57:28.492+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tédio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SPxWADEzAZI/AAAAAAAAAlM/GC2MB3-AUwU/s1600-h/tedio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SPxWADEzAZI/AAAAAAAAAlM/GC2MB3-AUwU/s320/tedio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259173023687311762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26807672-8306394349379701115?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/8306394349379701115/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=8306394349379701115' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/8306394349379701115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/8306394349379701115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2008/10/tdio.html' title='Tédio'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SPxWADEzAZI/AAAAAAAAAlM/GC2MB3-AUwU/s72-c/tedio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-3554556026617748158</id><published>2008-10-20T10:54:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T10:56:22.484+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E há trabalho para psicólogas sociais?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SPxVhv4Ke5I/AAAAAAAAAlE/b-KdV2lGuUc/s1600-h/jornal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SPxVhv4Ke5I/AAAAAAAAAlE/b-KdV2lGuUc/s320/jornal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259172503137975186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26807672-3554556026617748158?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/3554556026617748158/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=3554556026617748158' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/3554556026617748158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/3554556026617748158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2008/10/e-h-trabalho-para-psiclogas-sociais.html' title='E há trabalho para psicólogas sociais?'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SPxVhv4Ke5I/AAAAAAAAAlE/b-KdV2lGuUc/s72-c/jornal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-547294852988943668</id><published>2008-10-20T10:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T10:47:53.606+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SPSS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SPxTvSgG09I/AAAAAAAAAk8/qvpmpY2dXRY/s1600-h/aboutSPSS2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SPxTvSgG09I/AAAAAAAAAk8/qvpmpY2dXRY/s320/aboutSPSS2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259170536747357138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Preciso de orientação no SPSS e com urgência urgentíssima!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26807672-547294852988943668?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/547294852988943668/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=547294852988943668' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/547294852988943668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/547294852988943668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2008/10/spss.html' title='SPSS'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SPxTvSgG09I/AAAAAAAAAk8/qvpmpY2dXRY/s72-c/aboutSPSS2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-8112776194479353426</id><published>2008-10-20T10:42:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T10:44:35.322+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SPxS-eNMI-I/AAAAAAAAAk0/Fy12vXZFK3o/s1600-h/on_time_x_in_time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SPxS-eNMI-I/AAAAAAAAAk0/Fy12vXZFK3o/s320/on_time_x_in_time.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259169698075648994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Já dizia Mário Quintana que "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;o tempo é apenas o ponto de vista do relógio&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26807672-8112776194479353426?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/8112776194479353426/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=8112776194479353426' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/8112776194479353426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/8112776194479353426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2008/10/tempo.html' title='Tempo'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SPxS-eNMI-I/AAAAAAAAAk0/Fy12vXZFK3o/s72-c/on_time_x_in_time.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-1436901430804160805</id><published>2008-10-13T15:45:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T15:48:43.484+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentimento numa imagem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SPNfNqvIN6I/AAAAAAAAAko/8xQW0MyVbFU/s1600-h/2536358399_c16896768f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SPNfNqvIN6I/AAAAAAAAAko/8xQW0MyVbFU/s320/2536358399_c16896768f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256649878486398882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vocês não detestam quando têm que escrever algo e nada aparece? E pior ainda quando tens um prazo limitadíssimo e imensas coisas na cabeça?&lt;br /&gt;Deveria largar o portátil e voltar ao papel e caneta! Ao menos poderei desenhar uns rabiscos!!!&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/26807672-1436901430804160805?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/1436901430804160805/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=1436901430804160805' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/1436901430804160805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/1436901430804160805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2008/10/sentimento-numa-imagem.html' title='Sentimento numa imagem'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SPNfNqvIN6I/AAAAAAAAAko/8xQW0MyVbFU/s72-c/2536358399_c16896768f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-6553147121504210459</id><published>2008-10-11T14:16:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T11:30:06.268+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Opções</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SPCn-XeUn7I/AAAAAAAAAkU/RxZbKrXR-7Q/s1600-h/mudar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SPCn-XeUn7I/AAAAAAAAAkU/RxZbKrXR-7Q/s320/mudar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255885455036293042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Tudo é inconstante…&lt;br /&gt;Tudo está bem, tudo está mal,&lt;br /&gt;Desconheço até o estado actual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26807672-6553147121504210459?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/6553147121504210459/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=6553147121504210459' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/6553147121504210459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/6553147121504210459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2008/10/por-um-lado-x-mas-por-outro-y-mas-se.html' title='Opções'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SPCn-XeUn7I/AAAAAAAAAkU/RxZbKrXR-7Q/s72-c/mudar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-6341910613818478588</id><published>2008-10-11T14:04:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T14:10:46.073+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Em mudanças</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SPClllhnEDI/AAAAAAAAAkE/fP4-F7OKd3I/s1600-h/desalinhada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SPClllhnEDI/AAAAAAAAAkE/fP4-F7OKd3I/s320/desalinhada.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255882830288195634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Emcaixotando-me!&lt;br /&gt;A ver se mudo mais uma vez!&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/26807672-6341910613818478588?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/6341910613818478588/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=6341910613818478588' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/6341910613818478588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/6341910613818478588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2008/10/em-mudanas.html' title='Em mudanças'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SPClllhnEDI/AAAAAAAAAkE/fP4-F7OKd3I/s72-c/desalinhada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-4209470681146865362</id><published>2008-10-09T10:47:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T10:48:13.686+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dura Realidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SO3TUr8QmWI/AAAAAAAAAj0/428VZ3B9nnA/s1600-h/index.1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SO3TUr8QmWI/AAAAAAAAAj0/428VZ3B9nnA/s320/index.1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255088692557551970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26807672-4209470681146865362?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/4209470681146865362/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=4209470681146865362' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/4209470681146865362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/4209470681146865362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2008/10/dura-realidade.html' title='Dura Realidade'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SO3TUr8QmWI/AAAAAAAAAj0/428VZ3B9nnA/s72-c/index.1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-45769426810898094</id><published>2008-09-29T15:29:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T15:38:29.214+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre a minha ausencia no mundo dos blogues</title><content type='html'>Hello pessoal..... Ando de ferias pela Grecia. Quando regressar colocarei disponivel toda informacao acerca da viagem pra quem quiser saber um pouco sobre "as coisas praticas".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bjinhos a todos e ate breve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Doce de Chocolate&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/26807672-45769426810898094?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/45769426810898094/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=45769426810898094' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/45769426810898094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/45769426810898094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2008/09/sobre-minha-ausencia-no-mundo-dos.html' title='Sobre a minha ausencia no mundo dos blogues'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-2563154372736688407</id><published>2008-09-13T21:28:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T21:32:19.600+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Por uma noite? Ou mais?</title><content type='html'>Tocas no rosto enquanto o ar não sai&lt;br /&gt;Inspiro sem medo do acto que vem&lt;br /&gt;Envolvo os pés como mãos&lt;br /&gt;Do toque nasce a nossa ilusão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desenhas os risos de um novo medo&lt;br /&gt;Que o peito demonstra sem qualquer sossego&lt;br /&gt;Faz tempo que a culpa se foi&lt;br /&gt;Ficámos de pensar só depois&lt;br /&gt;Do erro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já pouco nos resta fechar os olhos&lt;br /&gt;Escondemos actos sem qualquer receio ou angustia&lt;br /&gt;Que nos prende a vontade de sentir&lt;br /&gt;O corpo com prazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasgas-me a roupa sem qualquer pudor&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto buscas o ar pela boca&lt;br /&gt;Passeias o teu cheiro no meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Por entre os braços misturo tudo&lt;br /&gt;Após o prazer ficaremos mudos&lt;br /&gt;Sem saber&lt;br /&gt;Se é por uma noite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grito teu nome sem saber&lt;br /&gt;Como será o amanhã&lt;br /&gt;Foi um sonho real&lt;br /&gt;Por uma noite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fnGnWPfdU3I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fnGnWPfdU3I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26807672-2563154372736688407?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/2563154372736688407/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=2563154372736688407' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/2563154372736688407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/2563154372736688407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2008/09/por-uma-noite-ou-mais.html' title='Por uma noite? Ou mais?'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-2388127773960110397</id><published>2008-08-27T12:29:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T12:33:22.306+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pegue no bum-bum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SLU7cg8MLfI/AAAAAAAAAhM/HRmX9FjgNdQ/s1600-h/1864296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SLU7cg8MLfI/AAAAAAAAAhM/HRmX9FjgNdQ/s320/1864296.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239159102580207090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Em que pensas agora?&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/26807672-2388127773960110397?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/2388127773960110397/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=2388127773960110397' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/2388127773960110397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/2388127773960110397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2008/08/pegue-no-bum-bum.html' title='Pegue no bum-bum'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SLU7cg8MLfI/AAAAAAAAAhM/HRmX9FjgNdQ/s72-c/1864296.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-977370996285803440</id><published>2008-08-26T17:56:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T17:58:53.557+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Brinde</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SLQ2KLvVCjI/AAAAAAAAAhE/UiqqfK_qFyk/s1600-h/girlinacup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238871815116622386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SLQ2KLvVCjI/AAAAAAAAAhE/UiqqfK_qFyk/s320/girlinacup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Um brinde aos sabores de Verão!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26807672-977370996285803440?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/977370996285803440/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=977370996285803440' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/977370996285803440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/977370996285803440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2008/08/brinde.html' title='Brinde'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SLQ2KLvVCjI/AAAAAAAAAhE/UiqqfK_qFyk/s72-c/girlinacup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-1419045511249596105</id><published>2008-08-14T21:53:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T21:55:25.718+01:00</updated><title type='text'>your time is now... be the best!</title><content type='html'>"don't,&lt;br /&gt;let yourself down&lt;br /&gt;don't let yourself go&lt;br /&gt;your last chance has arrived"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZHKSrS8vJyI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZHKSrS8vJyI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26807672-1419045511249596105?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/1419045511249596105/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=1419045511249596105' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/1419045511249596105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/1419045511249596105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2008/08/your-time-is-now-be-best.html' title='your time is now... be the best!'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-8270167877688637834</id><published>2008-07-23T17:29:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:46:42.547Z</updated><title type='text'>Toca-me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SIdc7CFd_6I/AAAAAAAAAg8/0BzMlakdMjg/s1600-h/4121k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226248061828595618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SIdc7CFd_6I/AAAAAAAAAg8/0BzMlakdMjg/s320/4121k.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Toca-me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sente-me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A pele se desnuda apenas pra ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26807672-8270167877688637834?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/8270167877688637834/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=8270167877688637834' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/8270167877688637834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/8270167877688637834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2008/07/toca-me.html' title='Toca-me'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SIdc7CFd_6I/AAAAAAAAAg8/0BzMlakdMjg/s72-c/4121k.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26807672.post-8448502455183577902</id><published>2008-07-23T17:18:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:46:42.746Z</updated><title type='text'>Um sentimento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SIda_IpqT9I/AAAAAAAAAg0/Jabkjh4om1g/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226245933287231442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SIda_IpqT9I/AAAAAAAAAg0/Jabkjh4om1g/s320/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Quando não sabemos como é sentirmos a mão de alguém que amamos na cintura pela primeira vez, que possibilidade há para o amor?"&lt;/strong&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 align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nicole Krauss, "A História do Amor"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26807672-8448502455183577902?l=sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/feeds/8448502455183577902/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26807672&amp;postID=8448502455183577902' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/8448502455183577902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26807672/posts/default/8448502455183577902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentos-em-palavras.blogspot.com/2008/07/um-sentimento.html' title='Um sentimento'/><author><name>Lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16426029476038824111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SOuNz-GK5cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/s2drZa_rX5A/S220/capa+do+blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n1x5hXhrsME/SIda_IpqT9I/AAAAAAAAAg0/Jabkjh4om1g/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
