<?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-9280151</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:31:32.936+01:00</updated><title type='text'>No rasto das ondas</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>80</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280151.post-112560993789938323</id><published>2005-09-01T22:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T22:28:08.840+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Infelizmente as ferias acabaram e estou de volta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voltei e com "casa" nova...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguns de voces ja a conhecem, aos que ainda nao tinham conhecimento fica aqui o novo endereco:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://norastodasondas.blogs.sapo.pt" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://norastodasondas.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/gifrasto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Espero ve-los por la a todos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este blog continuara aqui, pois ficara sempre como a minha primeira "casa" nestas coisas de blogs e onde fiz muitos amigos e principalmente onde encontrei o amor da minha vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado a todos que por aqui passaram e obrigado a ti meu amor, por um dia teres entrado aqui no meu cantinho por mero acaso (ou destino)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9280151-112560993789938323?l=norastodasondas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/112560993789938323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/112560993789938323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/2005/09/infelizmente-as-ferias-acabaram-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280151.post-112394981692294932</id><published>2005-08-13T16:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T22:15:25.870+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img77.imageshack.us/img77/9413/portocovo3jh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="541" src="http://img77.imageshack.us/img77/9379/fgifportocovo0el.jpg" width="457" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Finalmente chegou o dia de ir embora daqui e refugiar-me no meu pequeno paraiso plantado a beira mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nesta bela localidade que recargo baterias e encho a alma de todo o azul que a abraca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volto em Setembro, o meu blog vai ficar de ferias tambem, mas podem sempre encontrar-me no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://momentosadois.blogs.sapo.pt"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Momentos a Dois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; pois com toda a certeza que andarei por la, pois todos os meus momentos, ate estes em que parto para recarregar baterias e trazer a alma mais leve sao sempre partilhados a dois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixo um abraco e um beijinhos a todos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porto Covo ai vou eu!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9280151-112394981692294932?l=norastodasondas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/112394981692294932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/112394981692294932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/2005/08/finalmente-chegou-o-dia-de-ir-embora.html' title=''/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280151.post-112372143815804897</id><published>2005-08-11T01:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T01:50:38.176+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 456px; HEIGHT: 363px" height="302" src="http://buzico.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/terradreams.JPG" width="438" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;"Se queres ver o Mundo inteiro a tua altura&lt;br /&gt;Tens de olhar para fora, sem esqueceres que dentro e que e o teu lugar&lt;br /&gt;E se as duas por tres vires que perdeste o balanco&lt;br /&gt;Nao penses em descanso, esta ao teu alcance, tens de o reencontrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na terra dos sonhos, podes ser quem tu es, ningueam te leva a mal&lt;br /&gt;Na terra dos sonhos toda a gente trata a gente toda por igual&lt;br /&gt;Na terra dos sonhos nao ha po nas entrelinhas, ninguem se pode enganar&lt;br /&gt;Abre bem os olhos, escuta bem o coracao, se e que queres ir para la morar"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na terra dos Sonhos - Jorge Palma in "Qualquer Coisa Pa Musica" (1979)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;Na terra dos sonhos, podemos sonhar, podemos ser quem um dia gostavamos de ter sido ou mesmo ser apenas em sonhos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu gosto de sonhar e voces?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divaguem por aqui sobre os vossos sonhos nocturnos!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9280151-112372143815804897?l=norastodasondas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/112372143815804897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/112372143815804897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/2005/08/se-queres-ver-o-mundo-inteiro-tua.html' title=''/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280151.post-112348004392937374</id><published>2005-08-08T06:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T06:48:51.923+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 482px; HEIGHT: 354px" height="480" src="http://antwrp.gsfc.nasa.gov/apod/image/0311/le031109_strassfeld_c1.jpg" width="482" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"A inteligencia e o unico meio que possuimos para dominar os nossos instintos"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Sigmund &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Freud&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comentem esta citacao com...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.....InTeLiGeNcIa!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9280151-112348004392937374?l=norastodasondas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/112348004392937374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/112348004392937374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/2005/08/inteligencia-e-o-unico-meio-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280151.post-112327794544773962</id><published>2005-08-05T22:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T22:46:09.960+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 478px; HEIGHT: 334px" height="467" src="http://www.americanadelsur.todouy.com/Cabo%20Polonio%20dunas.jpg" width="448" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;"As crencas nao desapareceram, mas sao escolhas pessoais que escapam a logica das igrejas. (...) Cada um pega apenas nos aspectos que lhe dizem alguma coisa e deixa de lado o resto. Acredita em Deus, mas nao vai a missa. Casa pela Igreja, mas nao lhe passou pela cabeca chegar virgem ao casamento. Vai ouvir o Papa, mas acha que o aborto pode ser um recurso em determinadas circunstancias..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Eduardo Prado Coelho)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Um pouco polemico o post que resolvi colocar aqui hoje...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Crencas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Igreja...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Virgindade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Aborto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Deem a vossa opiniao a cerca destes temas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divaguem... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9280151-112327794544773962?l=norastodasondas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/112327794544773962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/112327794544773962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/2005/08/as-crencas-nao-desapareceram-mas-sao.html' title=''/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280151.post-112315318455957550</id><published>2005-08-04T11:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T12:03:38.223+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333300;"&gt;Hoje nasceu o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mh2img.net/fotos/0805/45selo_momentos.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Momentos a dois&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E um blog feito com muito carinho e um lugar muito especial para mim e para Margarida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero ve-los por la a partilharem os nossos Momentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vao ser muito bem recebidos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://momentosadois.blogs.sapo.pt/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mh2img.net/fotos/0805/45selo_momentos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cliquem na imagem &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9280151-112315318455957550?l=norastodasondas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/112315318455957550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/112315318455957550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/2005/08/hoje-nasceu-o-momentos-dois-e-um-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280151.post-112303280306507490</id><published>2005-08-03T02:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T04:19:39.316+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 450px; HEIGHT: 348px" height="284" src="http://www.bryanevans.com/BigHug.jpg" width="412" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;O vento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Percorri a calcada ao sabor do vento. Soprava forte. Parecia querer levar-me para algum lado.&lt;br /&gt;Nao lutei contra ele e deixei-me levar.&lt;br /&gt;O meu corpo foi ficando leve a medida que me afastava da realidade.&lt;br /&gt;Sem me aperceber os meus pes largaram o chao e caminhei com o vento.&lt;br /&gt;Sentia-me leve. Nao sabia se havia de ter medo, ou nem sequer pensar nisso.&lt;br /&gt;Sobre a minha cabeca o azul era cada vez mais intenso.&lt;br /&gt;Foi depois de passar por uma enorme nuvem que o vento deixou de soprar. Senti como que um empurrao e cai sobre a nuvem. Que sensacao estranha!&lt;br /&gt;Olhei a minha volta nada vi, nao consegui entender o que estava eu a fazer sentado numa nuvem levado pelo vento!!&lt;br /&gt;Foi entao que de repente olhei para baixo e me deparei com imensa gente com os pes assentes na terra. Vi criancas a chorar de fome, maes desesperadas com filhos doentes. Pobres de mao estendida nas esquinas de cada rua. Miseria. Homens, mulheres e criancas com doencas incuraveis. Orfaos. Guerra. Mortes.&lt;br /&gt;Naquele momento senti-me pequeno, muito pequeno. O meu coracao parecia nao bater, senti um sufocar, a respiracao a faltar e uma lagrima a cair me do rosto.&lt;br /&gt;- Meus Deus! Como e que eu me posso sentir triste e achar que sou a pessoa mais infeliz ao cimo da terra?!&lt;br /&gt;Como que num toque de magica, a nuvem onde eu estava desfez-se e desci a terra. Sintia-me aliviado. Percebi entao porque o vento me levou ate la a cima. Percebi que nao posso passar o tempo a pensar que sou infeliz, quando no mundo e por vezes mesmo ao nosso lado existe alguem que esta a sofrer verdadeiramente.&lt;br /&gt;Precisamos de deixar de ser egoistas e olharmos mais ao que se passa a nossa volta e principalmente aprender o que e na verdade ser alguem infeliz.&lt;br /&gt;O vento deu-me uma licao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(Tiago G. - Maio 12, 2004)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Hoje resolvi colocar aqui um texto escrito pelo meu irmao ha algum tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Nao porque foi o meu irmao que o escreveu mas gosto muito dele, pois tem uma excelente mensagem....mensagem essa que quero aqui deixar a todos voces que muitas vezes se deixam ir abaixo e a primeira coisa que pensam em fazer e desistir de tudo, desaparecer e muitas vezes em actos de desespero, ate suicidarem-se.&lt;br /&gt;Fica aqui entao a mensagem de que nao vale a pena desistir de nada na vida, mesmo que ela nos coloque obstaculos dificeis de transpor.&lt;br /&gt;Ha que os tentar ultrapassar e ser pacientes e persistentes, pois as coisas mudam e temos que acreditar que tudo brilha depois da escuridao.&lt;br /&gt;Quando sentirem que a vida ja nao vos faz sentido, lembrem-se que algures perto ou longe ha males muito piores e as pessoas nao desitem, mas lutam.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje nao vos peco para divagarem, mas sim para pararem um pouco e reflectirem sobre este tema.&lt;br /&gt;Fica um abraco...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Obrigado mano, por me teres autorizado a colocar aqui este teu texto)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9280151-112303280306507490?l=norastodasondas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/112303280306507490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/112303280306507490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/2005/08/o-vento-percorri-calcada-ao-sabor-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280151.post-112286134552089816</id><published>2005-08-01T02:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T02:57:40.636+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 450px; HEIGHT: 344px" height="859" src="http://www.southwestern.edu/academic/writing/writing-2.jpg" width="923" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Escreve. Seja uma carta, um diario ou umas notas enquanto falas ao telefone, mas escreve. Procura desnudar a tua alma por escrito, ainda que ninguem leia; ou, o que e pior, que alguem acabe lendo o que nao querias. O simples acto de escrever ajuda-nos a organizar o pensamento e a ver com mais clareza o que nos rodeia. Um papel e uma caneta fazem milagres, curam dores, consolidam sonhos, levam e trazem a esperanca perdida. As palavras tem poder."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Paulo Coelho, in "Maktub")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Concordam que as palavras tem poder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantas foram as vezes, em que pegaram numa caneca e num papel e la colocaram em palavras o que vos ia na alma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acham que o facto de se escrever o que se sente e uma forma facil de soltarmos as amarras que muitas vezes trazemos ca dentro?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acreditam que a existencia dos blogs por exemplo, veio ajudar a dar brilho a algumas pessoas que andavam apagadas por dentro?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divaguem... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9280151-112286134552089816?l=norastodasondas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/112286134552089816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/112286134552089816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/2005/08/escreve.html' title=''/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280151.post-112269365645750457</id><published>2005-07-30T04:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T04:28:24.926+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Um post diferente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hoje o meu post e para anunciar o inicio do &lt;u&gt;novo Blog&lt;/u&gt; da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Margarida&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Alguns de voces conheceram o anterior blog dela que tinha como nome &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Sonhos e Vidas, por alguns motivos que ja nao tem importancia ela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;resolveu por fim a esse blog, mas hoje nasceu um outro que eu espero ve-los por la a todos daqui para a frente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;O novo blog chama-se&lt;/span&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ao Sabor do Vento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;e deixo-vos aqui o link para o poderem visitar, serao com certeza todos bem recebidos!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Aqui fica o link....e so clicarem na imagem e entrarao no mundo da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Margarida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://aosabordovento.blogs.sapo.pt/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 174px; HEIGHT: 124px" height="114" src="http://www.nossoabrigo.ubbi.com.br/button.margarida.jpg" width="264" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9280151-112269365645750457?l=norastodasondas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/112269365645750457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/112269365645750457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/2005/07/um-post-diferente.html' title=''/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280151.post-112251088943405871</id><published>2005-07-28T00:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T21:28:23.100+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 453px; HEIGHT: 330px" height="564" src="http://www.bentoncabo.com/images/photo_lovers_beach.jpg" width="541" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O Meu Amor Existe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;O meu amor tem labios de silencio&lt;br /&gt;E maos de bailarina&lt;br /&gt;E voa como o vento&lt;br /&gt;E abraca-me onde a solidao termina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu amor tem trinta mil cavalos&lt;br /&gt;A galopar no peito&lt;br /&gt;E um sorriso so dela&lt;br /&gt;Que nasce quando a seu lado eu me deito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu amor ensinou-me a chegar&lt;br /&gt;Sedento de ternura&lt;br /&gt;Sarou as minhas feridas&lt;br /&gt;E pos-me a salvo para alem da loucura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu amor ensinou-me a partir&lt;br /&gt;Nalguma noite triste&lt;br /&gt;Mas antes, ensinou-me&lt;br /&gt;A nao esquecer que o meu amor existe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jorgepalma.web.pt/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Jorge Palma&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; - "Acto Continuo" (1982)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Alguem tem a certeza que ja amou de verdade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que foi que esse amor vos ensinou?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acreditam que um amor pode sarar feridas do passado?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divaguem... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9280151-112251088943405871?l=norastodasondas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/112251088943405871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/112251088943405871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/2005/07/o-meu-amor-existe-o-meu-amor-tem.html' title=''/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280151.post-112234435677589621</id><published>2005-07-26T02:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T03:23:24.950+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 453px; HEIGHT: 338px" height="367" src="http://www.rarotongan.co.ck/images/weddin1big.jpg" width="456" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;"O casamento e a relacao entre homem e mulher na qual a independencia e igual, a dependencia e mutua e a obrigacao reciproca" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;E para voces, o que significa o casamento? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta nos vossos planos? Ja pensaram como sera ou gostariam que fosse esse dia? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acham que o casamento e um passo obrigatorio quando duas pessoas se amam? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facam o vosso papel....Divaguem!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9280151-112234435677589621?l=norastodasondas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/112234435677589621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/112234435677589621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/2005/07/o-casamento-e-relacao-entre-homem-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280151.post-112199415433996757</id><published>2005-07-22T01:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T02:05:05.666+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 460px; HEIGHT: 342px" height="814" src="http://cache-www.intel.com/cd/00/00/16/57/165789_165789.jpg" width="639" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"A velhice imprime mais rugas no espirito que no rosto"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sera que concordam com este proverbio, ou serao da opniao de que chegando a velhice, ja nao se consegue saber o que tem ou nao valor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que pensam voces da velhice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mais uma vez....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Divaguem!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9280151-112199415433996757?l=norastodasondas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/112199415433996757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/112199415433996757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/2005/07/velhice-imprime-mais-rugas-no-espirito.html' title=''/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280151.post-112170200031975133</id><published>2005-07-18T15:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T16:59:01.206+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 468px; HEIGHT: 372px" height="480" src="http://galerias.escritacomluz.com/jtome/albums/album05/aad.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;"Nao penses para amanha. Nao lembres o que foi de ontem. A memoria teve o seu tempo quando foi tempo de alguma coisa durar. Mas tudo hoje e tao efemero. Mesmo o que se pensa para amanha e para ja ter sido, que e o que desejamos que seja logo que for. E o tempo de Deus que nao tem futuro nem passado. Foi o que dele nos escolhemos no sonho do nosso absoluto. Nao penses para amanha na urgencia de seres agora. Mesmo logo a tarde e muito tarde. Tudo o que es em ti para seres, ve se o es neste instante. Porque antes e depois tudo e morte e insensatez. Nao esperes, se agora. Le os jornais. O futuro e o embrulho que fizeres com eles ou o papel urgente da retrete quando nao houver outro."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vergilio Ferreira, in 'Escrever'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E para voces, o futuro esta em que maos?&lt;br /&gt;Deveremos nos viver unicamente a pensar no futuro?&lt;br /&gt;O que esperam voces do futuro?&lt;br /&gt;Divaguem...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9280151-112170200031975133?l=norastodasondas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/112170200031975133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/112170200031975133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/2005/07/nao-penses-para-amanha.html' title=''/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280151.post-112145565489734155</id><published>2005-07-15T19:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T20:34:56.096+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 474px; HEIGHT: 338px" height="282" src="http://www.adrenalimitz.com.br/fotos/2002_12/500/20.jpg" width="438" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The surfing keeps me alive"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;"Mar sonoro, mar sem fundo mar sem fim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tua beleza aumenta quando estamos sos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tao fundo intimamente a tua voz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segue o mais secreto bailar do meu sonho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que momentos ha em que eu suponho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seres um milagre criado so para mim."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Shophia de Mello Breyner Andresen )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Momentos ha que o segredo de uma onda me acalma a alma, me faz pensar e sonhar...&lt;br /&gt;Porque sera que o mar nos acalma, quando ele e um misto de bravura e solidao?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9280151-112145565489734155?l=norastodasondas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/112145565489734155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/112145565489734155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/2005/07/surfing-keeps-me-alive-mar-sonoro-mar.html' title=''/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280151.post-112086780210394787</id><published>2005-07-09T00:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T02:09:02.976+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Photo&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;a href="http://www.1000imagens.com/autor.asp?idautor=543"&gt;Joao Roxo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 473px; HEIGHT: 348px" height="500" src="http://www.1000imagens.com/fotos/a543/f543004.jpg" width="441" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.giffs.hpg.ig.com.br/news_niver/niver.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Para a flor da minha vida....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Este post hoje e para a flor da minha vida (&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Margarida&lt;/span&gt;), a mulher que amo e que me faz feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje e o seu dia de aniversario e nao podia deixar passar este dia em branco aqui no meu blog (curiosamente o meio que nos juntou).&lt;br /&gt;Para ti meu meu amor, vou deixar um beijo do tamanho do mundo aqui e desejar-te as maiores felicidades e que tenhas pela vida fora tudo o que mais desejares e que te faca sorrir.&lt;br /&gt;Acima de tudo sorrir, pois o teu sorriso e lindo, tao lindo como o brilho dos teus olhos quando olham os meus.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado por um dia teres aparecido na minha vida e nela permaneceres...&lt;br /&gt;Fizeste-me acreditar que se pode amar de verdade e ver a realidade que tinha a minha volta, ver que so a ti te poderia amar e nao a mais ninguem como te amo, pois so tu me amas como nunca ninguem me amou e me sabes fazer feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Quero que sejas feliz sempre e continues a ser a minha menina linda que me encanta todos os dias.&lt;br /&gt;Nao mudes nunca pois es uma mulher fantastica, a mulher que quero para mae dos meus filhos!!! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.giffs.hpg.ig.com.br/gifs39/barracoracao.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Amo-te&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;O amor da que pensar&lt;br /&gt;Numa hora euforicos e no minuto seguinte a chorar&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de nos existe um misto de emocoes&lt;br /&gt;A que se junta o medo das famosas ilusoes&lt;br /&gt;O coracao em segundos passa de Deus a vagabundo&lt;br /&gt;Sempre com a sensacao que com um sopro pode mudar o mundo&lt;br /&gt;Nada importa, tudo se esquece!&lt;br /&gt;Ate o universo desaparece&lt;br /&gt;A lua, as estrelas e o mar...&lt;br /&gt;Companheiros e confidentes de segredos e noites de encantar&lt;br /&gt;As lagrimas, a saudade e a solidao...&lt;br /&gt;Aliadas sempre fieis da paixao&lt;br /&gt;Podem fazer discursos eloquentes&lt;br /&gt;E dizer que neste estado nos consideram dementes&lt;br /&gt;Mas apesar de tudo e de todos vou aqui dizer&lt;br /&gt;Que te vou amar assim ate morrer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(O primeiro "amo-te" que a Margarida me ofereceu)&lt;br /&gt;02 Fevereiro 2005&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.giffs.hpg.ig.com.br/amor/amor2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9280151-112086780210394787?l=norastodasondas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/112086780210394787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/112086780210394787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/2005/07/photojoao-roxo-para-flor-da-minha-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280151.post-112048749793938186</id><published>2005-07-04T15:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T15:35:21.226+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Photo&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;a href="http://www.1000imagens.com/autor.asp?idautor=564"&gt;Rui Bonito&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 471px; HEIGHT: 344px" height="469" src="http://www.1000imagens.com/fotos/a564/f564203.jpg" width="445" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"As mentes sao como os para-quedas&lt;br /&gt;de nada servem se nao estiverem abertas"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Infelizmente esta citacao e bem verdadeira e neste nosso pais o que nao faltam sao mentes fechadas que se recusam a evoluir&lt;br /&gt;Se pensarmos no caso da homosexualidade, e triste a forma como as mentes se fecham a sete chaves sem pensar que estao a prejudicar e a colocar muros altos na felicidade de muito gente boa.&lt;br /&gt;Enfim...referi-me a homosexualidade porque e o caso mais flagrante e onde se ve a veracidade desta citacao&lt;br /&gt;Divaguem sobre este tema...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9280151-112048749793938186?l=norastodasondas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/112048749793938186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/112048749793938186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/2005/07/photorui-bonito-as-mentes-sao-como-os.html' title=''/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280151.post-112005454017429266</id><published>2005-06-29T15:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T15:18:17.096+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.miguelcosta.net/nuvens/04-Nuvens_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 466px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 346px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://www.miguelcosta.net/nuvens/04-Nuvens_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Nuvens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Encantei-me com as nuvens, como se fossem calmas&lt;br /&gt;locucoes de um pensamento aberto. No vazio de tudo&lt;br /&gt;eram frontes do universo deslumbrantes.&lt;br /&gt;Em silencio via-as deslizar num gozo obscuro&lt;br /&gt;e luminoso, tao suave na visao que se dilata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que clamor, que clamores mas em silencio&lt;br /&gt;na brancura unanime! Um sopro do desejo&lt;br /&gt;que repousa no seio do movimento, que modela&lt;br /&gt;as formas amorosas, os cavalos, os barcos&lt;br /&gt;com as cabecas e as proas na luz que e toda sonho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unificado olho as nuvens no seu suave dinamismo.&lt;br /&gt;Sou mais que um corpo, sou um corpo que se eleva&lt;br /&gt;ao espaco inteiro, a luz ilimitada.&lt;br /&gt;No gozo de ver num sono transparente&lt;br /&gt;navego em centro aberto, o olhar e o sonho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Antonio Ramos Rosa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pois e...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tambem eu me encanto com as nuvens...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;vontade de infantilizar sonhos em algodao!&lt;br /&gt;E voces? Que sonhos vos traz a brancura das nuvens?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9280151-112005454017429266?l=norastodasondas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/112005454017429266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/112005454017429266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/2005/06/nuvens-encantei-me-com-as-nuvens-como.html' title=''/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280151.post-111919014603871434</id><published>2005-06-19T14:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T15:09:54.310+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Photo&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;a href="http://www.1000imagens.com/autor.asp?idautor=907"&gt;Luis Zilhao&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 465px; HEIGHT: 339px" height="538" src="http://www.1000imagens.com/fotos/a907/f907028.jpg" width="475" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;Hoje a tarefa e vossa...&lt;br /&gt;Atribuam voces um nome, uma frase, um comentario, um poema, um verso ou simplesmente uma palavra a esta imagem....a este post!!!&lt;br /&gt;Um abraco apertado a todos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9280151-111919014603871434?l=norastodasondas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/111919014603871434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/111919014603871434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/2005/06/photoluis-zilhao-hoje-tarefa-e-vossa.html' title=''/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280151.post-111877864454525153</id><published>2005-06-14T20:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T22:28:34.106+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;Homenagem a Eugenio de Andrade&lt;br /&gt;(1923 - 2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Photo&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;a href="http://www.1000imagens.com/autor.asp?idautor=734"&gt;Hugo Ferreira [&amp; Vera]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 458px; HEIGHT: 316px" height="471" src="http://www.1000imagens.com/fotos/a734/f734007.jpg" width="458" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;As Palavras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;Sao como cristal,&lt;br /&gt;as palavras.&lt;br /&gt;Algumas, um punhal,&lt;br /&gt;um incendio.&lt;br /&gt;Outras,&lt;br /&gt;orvalho apenas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secretas vem, cheias de memoria.&lt;br /&gt;Inseguras navegam:&lt;br /&gt;barcos ou beijos,&lt;br /&gt;as aguas estremecem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desamparadas, inocentes,&lt;br /&gt;leves.&lt;br /&gt;Tecidas sao de luz&lt;br /&gt;e sao a noite.&lt;br /&gt;E mesmo palidas&lt;br /&gt;verdes paraisos lembram ainda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem as escuta? Quem&lt;br /&gt;as recolhe, assim,&lt;br /&gt;crueis, desfeitas,&lt;br /&gt;nas suas conchas puras?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.instituto-camoes.pt/escritores/eugenio.htm"&gt;Eugenio de Andrade&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/9280151-111877864454525153?l=norastodasondas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/111877864454525153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/111877864454525153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/2005/06/homenagem-eugenio-de-andrade-1923-2005.html' title=''/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280151.post-111833912925573325</id><published>2005-06-09T18:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T18:45:29.260+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Photo&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;a href="http://www.1000imagens.com/autor.asp?idautor=437"&gt;Jorge Coimbra&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 473px; HEIGHT: 341px" height="540" src="http://www.1000imagens.com/fotos/a437/f437108.jpg" width="469" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Nos proximos dias fecharemos a porta a rotina e abriremos a nossa janela dos sentimentos e juntos fugiremos para longe, onde so o mar ouvira as nossas vozes.&lt;br /&gt;Vamos fugir para junto da imensidao do mar e com ele partilhar o som das ondas e o brilho do por do sol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Fomos namorar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Ate terca-feira e um optimo fim de semana prolongado a todos.&lt;br /&gt;Divirtam-se nos Santos Populares!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9280151-111833912925573325?l=norastodasondas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/111833912925573325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/111833912925573325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/2005/06/photojorge-coimbra-nos-proximos-dias.html' title=''/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280151.post-111781905893623868</id><published>2005-06-03T18:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T18:20:11.393+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 414px; HEIGHT: 261px" height="261" src="http://blogdanita.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/amizade.gif" width="444" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Como estou sem inspiracao e vontade de continuar a escrever aqui no blog, fica esta frase que penso todos concordarem!!&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo e um abraco amigo&lt;br /&gt;Ate um proximo post, espero com mais inspiracao!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9280151-111781905893623868?l=norastodasondas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/111781905893623868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/111781905893623868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/2005/06/como-estou-sem-inspiracao-e-vontade-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280151.post-111738246529746722</id><published>2005-05-29T16:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T17:02:17.293+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Photo&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;a href="http://www.1000imagens.com/autor.asp?idautor=863"&gt;Gustavo Fernandes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 473px; HEIGHT: 339px" height="352" src="http://www.1000imagens.com/fotos/a863/f863026.jpg" width="525" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Todas as pessoas, todos os acontecimentos da nossa vida estao ali porque os criamos.&lt;br /&gt;Aquilo que queremos fazer com eles so depende de nos."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(Richard Bach)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;E de preferencia que facamos o melhor!!!&lt;br /&gt;Espero que concordem comigo!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9280151-111738246529746722?l=norastodasondas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/111738246529746722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/111738246529746722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/2005/05/photogustavo-fernandes-todas-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280151.post-111721388555394344</id><published>2005-05-27T17:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T23:38:47.316+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mais um post diferente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 448px; HEIGHT: 308px" height="200" src="http://padovacultura.padovanet.it/manifestazioni/archivio/cinema.JPG" width="360" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Visto a querida Ahimsa do blog &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://acoruja.weblogger.terra.com.br/index.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Coruja&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; e o amigo Ocean do blog &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://openroad.blogs.sapo.pt/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Opean Road&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; me terem passado a nova corrente que por ai anda de blog em blog (Corrente 7 Arte), ca esta entao o desafio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Qual foi o ultimo filme que viste no Cinema?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nao faco a minima ideia, ja passou imenso tempo desde a ultima vez que fui ao cinema!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Qual a tua sessao preferida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha sessao preferida e a sessao da noite, durante o dia tenho mais que fazer!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Qual foi o primeiro filme que te fascinou?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinceramente n faco a minima ideia, mas de certeza que nao foi o Titanic!!! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Qual o filme para onde gostarias de te ver transportado(a)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nenhum, pois ja me transportei para o melhor filme alguma vez produzido, a minha vida!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Qual a Personagem de filme que gostarias de conhecer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felizmente ja tive o prazer de conhecer a melhor personagem de qualquer filme produzido, a minha namorada!!! (gosto de coisas reais!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Qual o actor/realizador/argumentista/produtor convidarias p/ jantar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para quem tem a melhor mulher do mundo ao lado, precisa de convidar mais alguem para jantar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A quem vou passar esta corrente?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou passar:&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Ana&lt;/span&gt; do blog &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muitoafrente.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muito a Frente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Sandra&lt;/span&gt; do blog &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://poetisasonhadora.blogs.sapo.pt/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lagrimas Ocultas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Neco&lt;/span&gt; do blog &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://imgay.blogs.sapo.pt/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm Gay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peco desculpa a todos pelas minhas respostas a este questionario, pois n ficaram a conhecer nada sobre mim em relacao a cinema :-)&lt;br /&gt;Nao deixem de passar pelos blogs das pessoas a quem passei o desafio, pois concerteza terao respostas bem mais interessantes!!! :-) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beijinhos a todos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9280151-111721388555394344?l=norastodasondas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/111721388555394344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/111721388555394344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/2005/05/mais-um-post-diferente.html' title=''/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280151.post-111696451827566067</id><published>2005-05-24T20:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T19:39:12.386+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Photo&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;a href="http://www.1000imagens.com/autor.asp?idautor=939"&gt;Armando de Sousa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 470px; HEIGHT: 348px" height="506" src="http://www.1000imagens.com/fotos/a939/f939020.jpg" width="440" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;"Inumeras sao as vezes, em que me fecho no meu mundo pintado a pincel! Inumeras sao as vezes, em que, dele, nao quero acordar. La posso pintar a vida, posso ter asas e voar, nao para longe, mas simplesmente para onde quero estar! Fecho os olhos e esqueco...esqueco quem nao me merece, esqueco o que me atormenta e tranco todos os fantasmas... bem no fundo do meu mundo cor de pincel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E sonho..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(Margarida Leal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Quantas sao as vezes que ja nos sentimos assim?&lt;br /&gt;Quantas sao as vezes em que nos fechamos no nosso mundo pintado a cores?&lt;br /&gt;Quantas foram as vezes que voces ja fecharam os olhos e esqueceram o que vos atormenta?&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes....&lt;br /&gt;Comentem! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9280151-111696451827566067?l=norastodasondas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/111696451827566067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/111696451827566067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/2005/05/photoarmando-de-sousa-inumeras-sao-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280151.post-111661793185206930</id><published>2005-05-20T20:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T02:03:01.693+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Photo&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;a href="http://www.1000imagens.com/autor.asp?idautor=714"&gt;Amarildo Oliveira de Souza&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 482px; HEIGHT: 346px" height="550" src="http://www.1000imagens.com/fotos/a714/f714045.jpg" width="506" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(A minha "Margarida", que amo muito...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;enlouqueces-me maravilhas-me atrapalhas-me apaixonas-me cegas-me confundes-me. Tu inspiras-me.&lt;br /&gt;Tu tu tu tu tu tu tu tu tu tu tu .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quero tanto de ti e tao proximo que anseio que fosses o ar, o chao, as paredes, tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Que tudo o que tocasse fossem os teus bracos. Que tudo o que sentisse fossem os teus labios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Como quando fecho os olhos e tudo o que nao vejo es tu. Como quando nao durmo e tudo o que sonho es tu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Contigo nao consigo respirar. Sem ti nao consigo viver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quero &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;estar tao dentro de ti que nem a luz do dia exista para mim. Quero abracar-te tanto que todo o mundo&lt;br /&gt;colapse e desapareca num pequeno ponto entre os meus bracos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Toca-me com as tuas maos. Faz-me desaparecer com a tua pele. Sufoca-me na tua lingua. Arrasta-me pelo ar&lt;br /&gt;com o teu perfume. Mata-me de vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;TU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;se fosses chuva, do ceu so cairiam perolas ... E ate o chao gritaria de prazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mulheres-ps20.ipp.pt/Maria_Teresa_Horta%20.htm"&gt;Maria Teresa Horta&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nem vou comentar aqui so para nao estragar...&lt;br /&gt;Divaguem voces...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9280151-111661793185206930?l=norastodasondas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/111661793185206930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/111661793185206930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/2005/05/photoamarildo-oliveira-de-souza-minha.html' title=''/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280151.post-111611979298493848</id><published>2005-05-15T01:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T02:16:32.986+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Photo&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;a href="http://www.1000imagens.com/autor.asp?idautor=882"&gt;Filipe Santos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 455px; HEIGHT: 328px" height="419" src="http://www.1000imagens.com/fotos/a882/f882062.jpg" width="455" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;A fidelidade, se nao e espontanea, morre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(Julio Machado Vaz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Para mim, esta pequena e tao simples frase, faz todo o sentido e para voces?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9280151-111611979298493848?l=norastodasondas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/111611979298493848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/111611979298493848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/2005/05/photofilipe-santos-fidelidade-se-nao-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280151.post-111542805680694781</id><published>2005-05-07T01:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T02:07:36.843+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 476px; HEIGHT: 352px" height="560" src="http://www.deskpicture.com/DPs/Nature/waveNo7_2.jpg" width="514" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt; "A ignorancia actua nas pessoas que tem a mania que sao mais espertas que outras e&lt;br /&gt;faz delas o prototipo da burrice..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(Gt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Porque sera que na vida temos que tropecar sempre em alguem menos inteligente, alguem que se deixa influenciar por mentes incultas?&lt;br /&gt;Porque serao as pessoas tao influenciaveis? Sera que a maioria das pessoas deixou de ter opiniao propria?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9280151-111542805680694781?l=norastodasondas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/111542805680694781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/111542805680694781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/2005/05/ignorancia-actua-nas-pessoas-que-tem.html' title=''/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280151.post-111489374895605105</id><published>2005-04-30T21:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T17:50:40.226+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 457px; HEIGHT: 346px" height="368" src="http://www.1000imagens.com/fotos/a385/f385154.jpg" width="491" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Photo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.1000imagens.com/autor.asp?idautor=385"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Vitor MM Costa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Hoje nao me apetece falar de mar,&lt;br /&gt;nem de sol, nem de ceu e estrelas,&lt;br /&gt;mas de rostos, rostos pequenos,&lt;br /&gt;da inocencia e da humildade...&lt;br /&gt;Falar de sorrisos pequenos, sinceros,&lt;br /&gt;Que diariamente me entram casa adentro,&lt;br /&gt;sem eu dar muito importancia.&lt;br /&gt;Apetece-me falar dos meus pequenos amores,&lt;br /&gt;Aqueles que serao para sempre e devastadores...&lt;br /&gt;Da minha felicidade interna!&lt;br /&gt;Falar de criancas que me fazem parte,&lt;br /&gt;Que dao alegria ao silencio forte de minha casa,&lt;br /&gt;Bem hajam estes rosto e a sorte que tenho em os ter perto de mim&lt;br /&gt;Faz-me falta a inocencia com que correm&lt;br /&gt;e gritam pelo jardim de casa, sem preocupacao de adulto.&lt;br /&gt;Sabe bem ouvir ao longe o meu nome dito das mais variadas maneiras,&lt;br /&gt;Sem que tenha que me rir, pois a humildade daquelas vozes fazem-me estremecer...&lt;br /&gt;Nao preciso de mais para ser feliz, basta olhar o rosto humilde de olhos francos dos meus e irmaos e sobrinho!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estas palavras sem nexo mas sentidas, sao para voces:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Francisco&lt;br /&gt;Joao&lt;br /&gt;Ines&lt;br /&gt;Andre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Adoro-vos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(Gt)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Depois destas palavras que escrevi e dediquei aos meus pequenos amores, deixo um beijo enorme as duas grandes mulheres, que sao as grandes maes destes pequeninos, a minha mae que amo muito e a minha irma que e linda e de quem eu tenho muito orgulho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;A voces que sao umas excelentes maes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;A todas as maes....um FeLiZ DiA Da MaE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9280151-111489374895605105?l=norastodasondas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/111489374895605105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/111489374895605105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/2005/04/photovitor-mm-costa-hoje-nao-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280151.post-111445304247894456</id><published>2005-04-25T17:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T20:14:41.056+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 452px; HEIGHT: 283px" height="269" src="http://www.getlippy.com/graphics/lippy/wintercouple230.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To louco por voce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voce sabe o que me deixa em transe quando chega devagar&lt;br /&gt;Me toca com carinho e me beija de um jeito que, sei la!&lt;br /&gt;Sinto o corpo flutuar&lt;br /&gt;A minha pele arrepiar&lt;br /&gt;Eu gosto&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero&lt;br /&gt;Eu peco mas&lt;br /&gt;E tudo lindo se e voce quem faz&lt;br /&gt;Mas quem diria hoje, assim&lt;br /&gt;Eu e voce&lt;br /&gt;Se um algum tempo atras nao tinha nada a ver!&lt;br /&gt;Mas uma luz brilhou e nos guiou&lt;br /&gt;E aonde voce vai eu tambem vou&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Para nao faz assim comigo nao...&lt;br /&gt;Me olhando assim eu to na sua mao&lt;br /&gt;Para&lt;br /&gt;Se nao eu vou enlouquecer&lt;br /&gt;Gamei, pirei, to louco por voce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vava&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;E tao bom, quando entre um casal, os dois se entendem de tal forma que as palavras nao sao necessarias, apenas olhares, toques e sorrisos.&lt;br /&gt;Concordam comigo?&lt;br /&gt;O que vos diz um olhar, um toque ou um sorriso vindo de quem voces amam?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9280151-111445304247894456?l=norastodasondas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/111445304247894456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/111445304247894456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/2005/04/to-louco-por-voce-voce-sabe-o-que-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280151.post-111421118192286086</id><published>2005-04-22T22:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T00:16:57.980+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Um post diferente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 470px; HEIGHT: 307px" height="413" src="http://www.cefetba.br/Livro.jpg" width="490" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muitoafrente.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Ana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; e a &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://angelwings.blogs.sapo.pt/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Lena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; lancaram-me o desafio desta corrente literaria e respeitando o facto de se terem-se lembrado de mim aqui vai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Nao podendo sair do Fahrenheit 451, que livro querias ser?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sou mais um dos mts incultos que desconhece o Fahrenheit 451 ... Livro que gostaria de ser, nunca pensei sobre isso, mas assim de repente o "O Principezinho" de Saint-Exupery (va-se la saber porque!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ja algumas vezes ficaste apanhadinho(a) por uma personagem de ficcao?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curiosamente e va-se la saber porque mais uma vez, fiquei apanhadinho (n sei se e bem o termo) pelo Principezinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Qual o ultimo livro que compraste?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Livro que comprei nao faco ideia, isto aqui em casa quem gasta dinheiro em livros e o meu irmao eu depois so os leio :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Qual o ultimo livro que leste?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Por imposicao do meu irmao li "A confisao de Lucio" de Mario de Sa-Carneiro (uma ficcao extremamente "louca")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Que livro estas a ler?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Neste momento, estou a ler um livro que data dos anos 40, mas com um conteudo e uma historia bem actual, o livro chama-se "A Peste" de Albert Camus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Que livros (5) levarias para uma ilha deserta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Levaria todos os do Jose Luis Peixoto, mas para nao serem todos do mesmo autor, levaria dele o "Morreste-me" e "Nenhum Olhar"&lt;br /&gt;Levaria depois numa outra onda, mais poetica, mas que eu gosto muito, "No reino da Dinamarca" de Alexandre O'Neill&lt;br /&gt;Por fim, levaria mais dois escolhidos pela minha namorada (porque sem ela eu nao ia de certeza para a ilha deserta!!! LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;A quem vais passar este testemunho (tres pessoas) e porque?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Margarida &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://sonhosv.blogs.sapo.pt/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;(http://sonhosv.blogs.sapo.pt/)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; porque e a minha namorada (isto diz tudo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao Pedro &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://openroad.blogs.sapo.pt/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;(http://openroad.blogs.sapo.pt/)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; porque o considero um "miudo" com uma cultura e conhecimentos acima da media :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Lena &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://angelwings.blogs.sapo.pt/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;(http://angelwings.blogs.sapo.pt/)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; porque e uma amiga por quem tenho um grande apreco e gosto muito da simplicidade com que algumas vezes ja falamos (mas ja alguem lhe lancou este desafio, portanto passem la no blog dela e leiam as respostas dela) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9280151-111421118192286086?l=norastodasondas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/111421118192286086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/111421118192286086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/2005/04/um-post-diferente.html' title=''/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280151.post-111393054223753397</id><published>2005-04-19T17:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T18:17:44.486+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 464px; HEIGHT: 343px" height="562" src="http://clientes.netvisao.pt/lgarciad/Island%20Tahaa.jpg" width="542" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;"Hoje o tempo nao me enganou. Nao se conhece uma aragem na tarde. O ar queima, como se fosse um bafo quente de lume e nao ar simples de respirar, como se a tarde nao quisesse ja morrer e comecasse aqui a hora do calor. Nao ha nuvens, ha riscos brancos, muito finos, desfiados de nuvens. E o ceu, daqui, parece fresco, parece agua limpa de um acude. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Penso: talvez o ceu seja um mar grande de agua doce e talvez a gente nao ande debaixo do ceu mas em cima dele; talvez a gente veja as coisas ao contrario e a terra seja como um ceu e quando a gente morre, quando a gente morre, talvez a gente caia e se afunde no ceu."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.joseluispeixoto.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jose Luis Peixoto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; in "Nenhum Olhar"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ele pensou...&lt;br /&gt;E que tal, pensarem voces agora?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9280151-111393054223753397?l=norastodasondas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/111393054223753397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/111393054223753397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/2005/04/hoje-o-tempo-nao-me-enganou.html' title=''/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280151.post-111289296024446858</id><published>2005-04-07T17:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T18:13:59.546+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 468px; HEIGHT: 331px" height="401" src="http://clientes.netvisao.pt/lgarciad/j0178460.jpg" width="522" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;O pessimista queixa-se do vento, o optimista espera que ele mude e o realista ajusta as velas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Willian George Ward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;E voces?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9280151-111289296024446858?l=norastodasondas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/111289296024446858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/111289296024446858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/2005/04/o-pessimista-queixa-se-do-vento-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280151.post-111206417864365576</id><published>2005-03-29T03:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T03:47:55.480+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 467px; HEIGHT: 335px" height="582" src="http://clientes.netvisao.pt/lgarciad/Icebergue.jpg" width="709" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Hoje senti medo....medo do medo!&lt;br /&gt;Coisa estranha...&lt;br /&gt;Senti perder o controle do meu corpo,&lt;br /&gt;as paredes fecharem-se contra mim,&lt;br /&gt;tremi...&lt;br /&gt;O coracao acelerou, tive medo...&lt;br /&gt;medo daquele descontrole, medo da morte...&lt;br /&gt;Mas fui forte,&lt;br /&gt;aguentei firme e ajudei-me psicologicamente.&lt;br /&gt;Ajudaste-me, estavas la...&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hoje senti este medo, este medo terrivel que e ter medo do medo, nao sei se alguma vez sentiram este medo, esta ansiedade vinda sei la de onde, este panico enorme de agarrar a vida quando ela parece estar a fugir... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Coisa estranha!&lt;br /&gt;Se alguma vez sentiram esta sensacao, nao tenham medo como eu, pois o que acontece e que temos que ser mais fortes que o medo e pensar que somos vencedores em vez de vencidos!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9280151-111206417864365576?l=norastodasondas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/111206417864365576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/111206417864365576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/2005/03/hoje-senti-medo.html' title=''/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280151.post-111177070975888400</id><published>2005-03-25T16:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-25T18:45:45.476Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 476px; HEIGHT: 351px" height="546" src="http://clientes.netvisao.pt/lgarciad/Moonset.jpg" width="518" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Amigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mal nos conhecemos&lt;br /&gt;Inauguramos a palavra amigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amigo e um sorriso&lt;br /&gt;De boca em boca,&lt;br /&gt;Um olhar bem limpo,&lt;br /&gt;Uma casa, mesmo modesta, que se oferece,&lt;br /&gt;Um coracao pronto a pulsar&lt;br /&gt;Na nossa mao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amigo (recordam-se, voces ai,&lt;br /&gt;Escrupulosos detritos?)&lt;br /&gt;Amigo e o contrario de inimigo!&lt;br /&gt;Amigo e o erro corrigido,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nao o erro perseguido, explorado,&lt;br /&gt;E a verdade partilhada, praticada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amigo e a solidao derrotada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amigo e uma grande tarefa,&lt;br /&gt;Um trabalho sem fim,&lt;br /&gt;Um espaco util, um tempo fertil,&lt;br /&gt;Amigo vai ser, e ja uma grande festa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexandre O Neill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Hoje este post e para voces...&lt;br /&gt;voces que me tem dado palavras de incentivo, tanto a mim como a Margarida.&lt;br /&gt;Voces que acreditam na nossa felicidade...&lt;br /&gt;Este post e para voces que gosto de chamar amigos,&lt;br /&gt;embora alguns de vos ainda virtuais, mas n menos importantes,&lt;br /&gt;e que recebo aqui nesta minha "casa" modesta, mas que e minha e vossa...&lt;br /&gt;E e tambem para ti e para todos os que com palavras menos boas aqui ou noutro lugar tentam acabar com algo bom que vos perturba,&lt;br /&gt;sao voces que nos fortalecem a relacao, portanto este post e para voces tambem!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Temos pena!&lt;br /&gt;Amigo vai ser, e ja uma grande festa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E claro este post e tambem para ti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 315px; HEIGHT: 137px" height="166" src="http://www.partesdesign.com/manual/julho/margarida.jpg" width="313" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;...que es para alem de minha namorada, a amiga para sempre!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Um abraco forte para todos e ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Boa Pascoa!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9280151-111177070975888400?l=norastodasondas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/111177070975888400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/111177070975888400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/2005/03/amigo-mal-nos-conhecemos-inauguramos.html' title=''/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280151.post-111143498280935148</id><published>2005-03-21T19:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-21T20:04:15.766Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 479px; HEIGHT: 334px" height="562" src="http://clientes.netvisao.pt/lgarciad/Dolfin1.jpg" width="421" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://oblogdorapaz.no.sapo.pt/ezspecial-explanation.mid" width="68" height="25" type="audio/midi" autostart="true" loop="-1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(Musica dedicada com mt amor a minha namorada)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;"A vida so se da a quem se deu."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Vinicius de Moraes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;...e eu entreguei a minha nas tuas maos, agora faz dela o que quiseres.&lt;br /&gt;Sou teu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;E voces ja alguma vez entregaram a vossa vida por completo a alguem sem medo que esse alguem vos destruisse? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9280151-111143498280935148?l=norastodasondas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/111143498280935148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/111143498280935148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/2005/03/musica-dedicada-com-mt-amor-minha.html' title=''/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280151.post-111100521185800883</id><published>2005-03-16T19:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-24T19:23:42.566Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 487px; HEIGHT: 338px" height="270" src="http://radarmet.atmos.colostate.edu/epic/pics/pics_richards/Scenery-Ocean%20Sunset.JPG" width="483" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A noite estava a comecar,&lt;br /&gt;Os beijos ficaram intensos e com eles a vontade de avancar...&lt;br /&gt;Os teus bracos abracavam-me com desejo e eu retribui-a com beijos.&lt;br /&gt;Sem nos questionarmos, deixamo-nos levar,&lt;br /&gt;a noite avancou e a lua baixou o seu brilho para nos fazer sentir na intimidade plena.&lt;br /&gt;Deixei de ouvir a tua voz para apenas ouvir o teu respirar, o teu prazer junto com o meu.&lt;br /&gt;As tuas maos em mim, os teus labios, o teu sussurar no meu ouvido, a respiracao acelerada, o bater do coracao ao compasso dos nossos corpos...&lt;br /&gt;O teu corpo feito escultura colou-se em mim e ficamos....ficamos juntos e chegamos ao mesmo destino...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi assim...&lt;br /&gt;...mais um passo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Amo-te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(Gt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Depois destas palavras que pintam em cores vivas o nosso quadro, pintem agora o vosso e digam-me em que cores o pintam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9280151-111100521185800883?l=norastodasondas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/111100521185800883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/111100521185800883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/2005/03/noite-estava-comecar-os-beijos-ficaram.html' title=''/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280151.post-111050017855122503</id><published>2005-03-10T23:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-11T18:12:34.113Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 482px; HEIGHT: 443px" height="505" src="http://www.nossoabrigo.ubbi.com.br/picture010.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Melhor que acordar com um excelente pequeno almoco a nossa frente, e acordar com um bilhete deixado pelas maos de quem amamos com tao simples palavras como estas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tive vontade de partilhar convosco estas palavras deixadas para mim, tal como tenho vontade de gritar ao mundo que estou a amar e a ser amado.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Margarida,&lt;br /&gt;eu tambem tenho muitas saudades tuas cada vez que temos que nos deixar, fica uma ansiedade enorme ate ao momento em que voltamos a partilhar os nossos dias.&lt;br /&gt;Neste momento nao consigo dizer mais nada a nao ser que tambem te amo muito e que es a melhor coisa que tenho na vida e a unica que da cor aos meus dias! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Amo-te&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Depois desta declaracao que era inevitavel (e desculpem esta lamechice!), pergunto-vos se ja tiveram o prazer de ser presenteados assim desta forma tao simples mas tao bela ou de outras e se nao sabe tao bem pequenos gestos como estes quando se ama. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9280151-111050017855122503?l=norastodasondas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/111050017855122503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/111050017855122503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/2005/03/melhor-que-acordar-com-um-excelente.html' title=''/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280151.post-111023587392426877</id><published>2005-03-07T22:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-08T01:13:05.540Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 490px; HEIGHT: 337px" height="338" src="http://www.photoblog.be/carmen/images/000/714/714665.jpg" width="516" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As coisas vulgares que ha na vida&lt;br /&gt;Nao deixam saudades&lt;br /&gt;So as lembrancas que doem&lt;br /&gt;Ou fazem sorrir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha gente que fica na historia&lt;br /&gt;da historia da gente&lt;br /&gt;e outras de quem nem o nome&lt;br /&gt;lembramos ouvir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mariza - Agua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Espero que gostem das palavras desta musica (fado). Eu acho fantastico como tao bem se consegue dizer uma verdade.&lt;br /&gt;Na minha opiniao, as coisas, os acontecimentos e as pessoas ficam sempre tatuados em nos, quer pelos bons quer pelos maus motivos.&lt;br /&gt;Embora muitas vejas queiramos esquecer a memoria atraicoa-nos fazendo-nos recordar...Enfim e a minha opiniao... e a vossa qual e?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9280151-111023587392426877?l=norastodasondas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/111023587392426877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/111023587392426877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/2005/03/as-coisas-vulgares-que-ha-na-vida-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280151.post-110963368585506753</id><published>2005-02-28T23:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-01T00:20:00.853Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 298px; HEIGHT: 367px" height="381" src="http://www.vagau.hpg.ig.com.br/Indice/Por-do-sol.jpg" width="344" align="right" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Entramos no mesmo barco a deriva sem nunca nos termos encontado,&lt;br /&gt;percorremos mares desconhecidos a procura de algo que nao conheciamos,&lt;br /&gt;ate ao dia que ao olharmos para o mesmo ceu, a mesma estrela que olhavamos nos iluminou e tracou o nosso destino.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje somos um so e deslumbramo-nos com sentimentos puros vividos a dois.&lt;br /&gt;Embora a deriva, nao nos preocupamos com o destino que possamos vir a ter,&lt;br /&gt;continuamos sos neste mar desconhecido, com vontade de perdurar.&lt;br /&gt;A imensidao do mar e a nossa casa e o ceu o nosso tecto...vamos viver assim para sempre, longe de tudo e de todos e aproveitar este rumo sem destino e sermos felizes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9280151-110963368585506753?l=norastodasondas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110963368585506753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110963368585506753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/2005/02/entramos-no-mesmo-barco-deriva-sem.html' title=''/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280151.post-110939794821691654</id><published>2005-02-26T05:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-26T06:05:48.216Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 490px; HEIGHT: 339px" height="765" src="http://digilander.libero.it/faiweb/images/perfect-sunshine.jpg" width="703" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Amor e desejo sao coisas diferentes. Nem tudo o que se ama se deseja e nem tudo o que se deseja se ama." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(Miguel Cervantes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sinceramente concordo com a esta citacao, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;embora neste momento eu sinta as duas coisas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;um misto de amor e desejo....um desejo de amar e um amar com desejo!!!&lt;br /&gt;E voces, concordam com a citacao de Cervantes ou vivem tambem as duas coisas? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9280151-110939794821691654?l=norastodasondas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110939794821691654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110939794821691654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/2005/02/amor-e-desejo-sao-coisas-diferentes.html' title=''/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280151.post-110920292591800447</id><published>2005-02-23T23:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-24T20:14:52.506Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 490px; HEIGHT: 340px" height="364" src="http://www.dennisflood.com/photos/gallery/taiwan_surf_city/large/l-morning-wave-blur.jpg" width="402" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;E de repente tudo perdeu a nitidez!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sera impressao minha ou estou mesmo a perder a nitidez das coisas?&lt;br /&gt;De repente tudo se foi...Puff!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Pergunto-vos, se alguma vez sentiram de repente na vossa vida algo importante esvair-se, deixando quase de fazer sentido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9280151-110920292591800447?l=norastodasondas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110920292591800447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110920292591800447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/2005/02/e-de-repente-tudo-perdeu-nitidez-sera.html' title=''/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280151.post-110901097668048297</id><published>2005-02-21T18:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-23T03:58:27.253Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 448px; HEIGHT: 266px" height="266" src="http://www.cba-analisi.it/paolo/Forte%20dei%20Marmi%20-%20Pontile.jpg" width="468" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Voltei...&lt;br /&gt;Voltei mais forte e confiante,&lt;br /&gt;voltei com a certeza do que quero,&lt;br /&gt;com a certeza que me sinto preenchido e de coracao cheio!&lt;br /&gt;O mar, as ondas e o ar do Alentejo encheram-me a alma de amor,&lt;br /&gt;amor para dar e receber...&lt;br /&gt;Estou feliz e a razao e so uma...&lt;br /&gt;Estou a amar e a ser amado!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Percebam melhor aqui a razao da minha alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sonhosv.blogs.sapo.pt/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 234px; HEIGHT: 141px" height="268" src="http://sonhosv.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/Butterfly_Wallpaper.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(cliquem na imagem)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e digam-me se tenho ou nao razao para estar feliz!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.anjinhavampira.hpg.com.br/smiles/35.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9280151-110901097668048297?l=norastodasondas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110901097668048297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110901097668048297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/2005/02/voltei.html' title=''/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280151.post-110805796975106649</id><published>2005-02-10T17:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-10T17:52:49.750Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 488px; HEIGHT: 323px" height="399" src="http://photos2.worldisround.com/photos/0/143/73.jpg" width="488" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Fui de ferias!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9280151-110805796975106649?l=norastodasondas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110805796975106649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110805796975106649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/2005/02/fui-de-ferias.html' title=''/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280151.post-110771010966565192</id><published>2005-02-06T16:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-06T17:16:47.783Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 470px; HEIGHT: 301px" height="370" src="http://www.elianemusic.blogger.com.br/namorados%203.jpg" width="470" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Ha momentos na vida em que temos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;que tomar decisoes complicadas...&lt;br /&gt;Desta vez foste tu que tiveste que decidir,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo sabendo que ate podia vir a doer.&lt;br /&gt;Se doer...so quero que saibas que estou aqui e estarei ai,&lt;br /&gt;quero ser o teu pilar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;o ombro onde te vais segurar se tiveres quase a cair.&lt;br /&gt;Vou aguentar contigo o que vier ou o que nao vier,&lt;br /&gt;mas sempre estarei contigo.&lt;br /&gt;Esquece o passado e vive o presente pois o futuro seremos so nos.&lt;br /&gt;Nao olhes mais para atras, agarra agora de frente o que ai vem,&lt;br /&gt;sem medo e cheia de forca.&lt;br /&gt;Se estiveres triste, chora...pq a seguir eu estou para te fazer sorrir,&lt;br /&gt;Dedidiste esta decidido!&lt;br /&gt;Es tudo para mim,&lt;br /&gt;Agarra a minha mao e nao a largues.&lt;br /&gt;Forca... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9280151-110771010966565192?l=norastodasondas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110771010966565192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110771010966565192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/2005/02/ha-momentos-na-vida-em-que-temos-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280151.post-110738037261559725</id><published>2005-02-02T21:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-02T21:54:03.706Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="311" src="http://www.sabinaoggioni.it/Immagini/Statuto%20Reiki.jpg" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;Hoje, se grato por tudo o que recebes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, nao te zangues nem critiques.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, nao te preocupes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, desempenha honestamente a tua funcao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, respeita o teu semelhante e tudo o que vive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Principios do Reiki)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O que me dizem destes principios? Ha que cumpri-los ou nao passam de meros principios de uma cultura qualquer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a que nos n da-mos valor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Eu sinceramente estou a ficar apanhado por estas coisas, porque sera?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9280151-110738037261559725?l=norastodasondas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110738037261559725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110738037261559725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/2005/02/hoje-se-grato-por-tudo-o-que-recebes.html' title=''/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280151.post-110723051562257225</id><published>2005-02-01T03:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-01T04:06:13.430Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 472px; HEIGHT: 325px" height="291" src="http://www.photoblog.be/carmen/images/001/192/1192391.jpg" width="492" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Metade dos nossos erros na vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;nascem do facto de sentirmos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;quando deviamos pensar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;pensarmos quando deviamos sentir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(J. Collins) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9280151-110723051562257225?l=norastodasondas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110723051562257225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110723051562257225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/2005/02/metade-dos-nossos-erros-na-vidanascem.html' title=''/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280151.post-110711818364566935</id><published>2005-01-30T20:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-30T20:51:44.006Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 474px; HEIGHT: 285px" height="223" src="http://rainbowsky.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/luar%20rio.jpg" width="456" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perdido na noite,&lt;br /&gt;longe de ti, penso...&lt;br /&gt;Penso que te quero,&lt;br /&gt;que nao consigo mais estar assim,&lt;br /&gt;quero-te aqui,&lt;br /&gt;ao pe de mim e beijar-te, sentir-te, amar-te.&lt;br /&gt;Perdido na noite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;(Gt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Alguma vez se sentiram perdidos/as na noite? Qual a sensacao?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9280151-110711818364566935?l=norastodasondas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110711818364566935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110711818364566935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/2005/01/perdido-na-noite-longe-de-ti-penso.html' title=''/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280151.post-110693931937906717</id><published>2005-01-28T18:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-28T19:10:02.600Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 469px; HEIGHT: 304px" height="578" src="http://www.vientosur.info/imagenes/Papel%20Arrugado.jpg" width="435" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Estou doente,&lt;br /&gt;as palavras nao saem,&lt;br /&gt;deixo-as por vossa conta... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9280151-110693931937906717?l=norastodasondas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110693931937906717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110693931937906717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/2005/01/estou-doente-as-palavras-nao-saem.html' title=''/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280151.post-110674485084548542</id><published>2005-01-26T13:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-26T13:07:30.846Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Apelo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A todos que tem coracao, facam uma boa accao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sonhosv.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/462135.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;ADOPTEM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(E so clicar!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9280151-110674485084548542?l=norastodasondas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110674485084548542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110674485084548542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/2005/01/apelo-todos-que-tem-coracao-facam-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280151.post-110669033975508355</id><published>2005-01-25T21:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-25T23:06:21.310Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 448px; HEIGHT: 308px" height="227" src="http://www.rmhb.com.cn/chpic/htdocs/rmhb/X/200404/images/9-2/medf-1.jpg" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Um amor puro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que ha dentro do meu coracao&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho guardado pra te dar&lt;br /&gt;E todas as horas que o tempo&lt;br /&gt;Tem pra me conceder&lt;br /&gt;Sao tuas ate morrer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a tua historia, eu nao sei&lt;br /&gt;Mas me diga so o que for bom&lt;br /&gt;Um amor tao puro que ainda nem sabe&lt;br /&gt;A forca que tem&lt;br /&gt;e teu e de mais ninguem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te adoro em tudo, tudo, tudo&lt;br /&gt;Quero mais que tudo, tudo, tudo&lt;br /&gt;Te amar sem limites&lt;br /&gt;Viver uma grande historia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui ou noutro lugar&lt;br /&gt;Que pode ser feio ou bonito&lt;br /&gt;Se nos estivermos juntos&lt;br /&gt;Havera um ceu azul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um amor puro&lt;br /&gt;Nao sabe a forca que tem&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor eu juro&lt;br /&gt;Ser teu e de mais ninguem&lt;br /&gt;Um amor puro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(Djavan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Espero que tenham gostado da letra, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;oicam-na com musica e dediquem-na a alguem especial...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;depois digam-me se foram bem sucedidos/as!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9280151-110669033975508355?l=norastodasondas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110669033975508355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110669033975508355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/2005/01/um-amor-puro-o-que-ha-dentro-do-meu.html' title=''/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280151.post-110662239973154697</id><published>2005-01-25T03:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-25T03:06:39.743Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 452px; HEIGHT: 308px" height="395" src="http://www.smsfish.com/postais/Bb9yc46016.jpg" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The end...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9280151-110662239973154697?l=norastodasondas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110662239973154697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110662239973154697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/2005/01/end.html' title=''/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280151.post-110659254731079151</id><published>2005-01-24T18:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-24T18:49:07.310Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 466px; HEIGHT: 307px" height="403" src="http://www.tsg-skater.org/Vacation_2002/images_vacation_2002/giovanni_roberto/barca06_sera_ciao_italia.jpg" width="466" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Eu vou guardar cada lugar teu&lt;br /&gt;ancorado em cada lugar meu&lt;br /&gt;e hoje apenas isso me faz acreditar&lt;br /&gt;que eu vou chegar contigo&lt;br /&gt;onde so chega quem nao tem medo de naufragar."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Mafalda Veiga)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;E voces, tem ou ja tiveram medo de naufragar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9280151-110659254731079151?l=norastodasondas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110659254731079151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110659254731079151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/2005/01/eu-vou-guardar-cada-lugar-teu-ancorado.html' title=''/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280151.post-110645466015442280</id><published>2005-01-23T04:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-23T05:19:59.603Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Photo&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.1000imagens.com/autor.asp?idautor=819"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hugo Silva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 484px; HEIGHT: 314px" height="474" src="http://www.1000imagens.com/fotos/a819/f819026.jpg" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje apetece-me divagar&lt;br /&gt;Apetece-me dizer que a amo a vida,&lt;br /&gt;amo pequenos momentos que tenho com pessoas que amo.&lt;br /&gt;Sou feliz por saber que tenho quem me da valor,&lt;br /&gt;quem goste de mim, quem com apreco&lt;br /&gt;me dedica palavras sentidas,&lt;br /&gt;quem me da beijos e aperta com carinho.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje apetece-me divagar mas tambem fugir para longe,&lt;br /&gt;pegar em ti, depois em ti e em ti, em ti e em ti&lt;br /&gt;e subirmos ate a lua, ficarmos por la, apertarmos as maos&lt;br /&gt;e sentirmos o calor da amizade, longe de tudo e de todos.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje apeteceu-me divagar para dizer que amo quem me ama!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Gt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Voces nao acham que sabe tao bem dizer de coracao&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;que amamos as pessoas que nos rodeiam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9280151-110645466015442280?l=norastodasondas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110645466015442280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110645466015442280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/2005/01/photohugo-silva-hoje-apetece-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280151.post-110624779122868012</id><published>2005-01-20T18:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-20T19:18:24.590Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 446px; HEIGHT: 332px" height="300" src="http://www.elcuaderno.info/mt-archivo/photos/lamadrugada.jpg" width="462" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os sabios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; falam pouco e dizem muito;&lt;br /&gt;os ignorantes falam muito e dizem pouco.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(Autor desconhecido)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sera que a ignorancia consegue fazer alguem&lt;br /&gt;chegar tao longe, como aqueles que minimamente&lt;br /&gt;sao inteligentes?&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei a minha opiniao e a vossa qual e? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9280151-110624779122868012?l=norastodasondas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110624779122868012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110624779122868012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/2005/01/os-sabios-falam-pouco-e-dizem-muito-os.html' title=''/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280151.post-110608793080336969</id><published>2005-01-18T22:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-20T19:17:44.460Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 434px; HEIGHT: 350px" height="350" src="http://www.operationterra.com/Messages/Vol02/dyad01.jpg" width="308" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"O sol esconde-se atras do mar&lt;br /&gt;deixando um rasto a calor&lt;br /&gt;contigo eu troco um olhar&lt;br /&gt;e palavras com amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto o coracao bater&lt;br /&gt;Nao sei o que mais pensar&lt;br /&gt;tambem nao quero esconder&lt;br /&gt;O quanto te estou a adorar"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Gt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que melhor ha que trocar palavras, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;olhando nos olhos de quem adoramos? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se souberem de melhor contem-me!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9280151-110608793080336969?l=norastodasondas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110608793080336969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110608793080336969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/2005/01/o-sol-esconde-se-atras-do-mar-deixando.html' title=''/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280151.post-110597240510656309</id><published>2005-01-17T14:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-20T19:16:09.023Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 429px; HEIGHT: 337px" height="544" src="http://www.pcparadise.hpg.ig.com.br/fotos/luar/NoiteDasBruxas_800.jpg" width="479" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Hoje sem dormir, olhei a lua,&lt;br /&gt;vi o teu rosto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;chorei a olhar para ti."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Gt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje nao faco perguntas...Comentem!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9280151-110597240510656309?l=norastodasondas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110597240510656309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110597240510656309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/2005/01/hoje-sem-dormir-olhei-lua-vi-o-teu.html' title=''/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280151.post-110587778935763668</id><published>2005-01-16T11:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-20T19:13:09.436Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 459px; HEIGHT: 330px" height="330" src="http://www.beavton.k12.or.us/jacob_wismer/resources/fortclatsop/images/ocean.jpg" width="567" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"Se o vento sopra sem sentido,&lt;br /&gt;as estrelas podem me guiar.&lt;br /&gt;Se eu nao te tenho aqui comigo,&lt;br /&gt;quando sonho eu posso te encontrar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Ja alguma tiveram de sonhar para sentir perto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aquilo que na realidade nao tem?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9280151-110587778935763668?l=norastodasondas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110587778935763668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110587778935763668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/2005/01/se-o-vento-sopra-sem-sentido-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280151.post-110564264160553961</id><published>2005-01-13T18:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-20T19:12:28.673Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Photo&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.1000imagens.com/autor.asp?idautor=888"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Allan Moita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 449px; HEIGHT: 306px" height="454" src="http://www.1000imagens.com/fotos/a888/f888004.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Eu falei baixinho para ninguem ouvir&lt;br /&gt;as palavras foram com o vento.&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou-me embalando, so para nao sentir&lt;br /&gt;que os segredos vao ganhando ao tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu chorei baixinho para nao me ouvir&lt;br /&gt;Nao va o meu coracao saber&lt;br /&gt;que eu vou-me embalando, so para nao sentir&lt;br /&gt;a dor que tenho por te nao ter."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Patricia Antunes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Entao e voces, ja alguma vez choraram&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; por se sentirem incompletos/as?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9280151-110564264160553961?l=norastodasondas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110564264160553961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110564264160553961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/2005/01/photoallan-moita-eu-falei-baixinho.html' title=''/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280151.post-110547732019821917</id><published>2005-01-11T19:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-20T19:11:03.743Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 458px; HEIGHT: 304px" height="360" src="http://www.1000imagens.com/fotos/a580/f580033.jpg" width="494" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Photo&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.1000imagens.com/autor.asp?idautor=580"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nuno Chaves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"As pessoas crescidas tem sempre necessidade de explicacoes... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nunca compreendem nada sozinhas e e fatigante para as criancas &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;estarem sempre a dar explicacoes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(Saint-Exupery)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque somos nos adultos tao complicados? Digam-me...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9280151-110547732019821917?l=norastodasondas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110547732019821917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110547732019821917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/2005/01/photonuno-chaves-as-pessoas-crescidas.html' title=''/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280151.post-110529849598727888</id><published>2005-01-09T19:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-20T19:10:23.693Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 441px; HEIGHT: 338px" height="338" src="http://www.photoblog.be/carmen/images/000/552/552176.jpg" width="493" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Photo&lt;/span&gt;: Rodrigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;(...)O amor e complicado...sim e verdade...&lt;br /&gt;sei que estou um pouco baralhado, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;mas nao e por estar assim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;que irei ser castigado.&lt;br /&gt;O que eu sinto e bem real, mas continuas sem perceber...&lt;br /&gt;mas so quero que saibas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Dava td para te ter!&lt;/span&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(Myth)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E voces? Alguma vez se sentiram assim? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Baralhados/as, mas com muita vontade de serem entendidos... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9280151-110529849598727888?l=norastodasondas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110529849598727888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110529849598727888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/2005/01/photo-rodrigo.html' title=''/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280151.post-110511816136022664</id><published>2005-01-07T17:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-20T16:38:50.356Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 446px; HEIGHT: 338px" height="338" src="http://www.photoblog.be/carmen/images/001/084/1084877.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sofremos muito com o pouco que nos falta &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;gozamos pouco o muito que temos."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(William Shakespeare) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Reflitam sobre esta frase e digam-me se na pratica ela e verdadeira...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9280151-110511816136022664?l=norastodasondas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110511816136022664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110511816136022664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/2005/01/sofremos-muito-com-o-pouco-que-nos.html' title=''/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280151.post-110494716007061699</id><published>2005-01-05T17:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-05T17:58:04.076Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 482px; HEIGHT: 316px" height="278" src="http://angelruiva3.blig.ig.com.br/imagens/luar.gif" width="536" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(...)Da-me a mao, ajuda-me a continuar,&lt;br /&gt;Se me deixares no escuro,&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou ficar sozinho, abracado ao luar(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;(Gig)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E voces? Alguma vez se sentiram sos, abracados/as ao luar?&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/9280151-110494716007061699?l=norastodasondas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110494716007061699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110494716007061699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/2005/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280151.post-110469819882367435</id><published>2005-01-02T20:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-20T16:57:06.770Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que e mais importante:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 421px; HEIGHT: 356px" height="356" src="http://www.travel-for-couples.com/romantic-vacations/couple-sunset.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdoar ou pedir perdao?&lt;br /&gt;Quem pede perdao mostra que ainda cre no amor.&lt;br /&gt;Quem perdoa mostra que ainda ha amor para quem cre.&lt;br /&gt;Mas nao importa saber qual das duas e mais importante.&lt;br /&gt;E sempre importante saber que:&lt;br /&gt;Perdoar e o modo mais sublime de crescer.&lt;br /&gt;E pedir perdao e o modo mais sublime de se levantar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"Nao levem muito tempo a perdoar alguem que gostam, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;pois pode ser tarde de mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Pensem que por vezes torna-se complicado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;viver sem as pessoas que amamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Para que sofrer, se pedir perdao &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;e perdoar e um acto tao simples!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9280151-110469819882367435?l=norastodasondas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110469819882367435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110469819882367435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/2005/01/o-que-e-mais-importante-perdoar-ou.html' title=''/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280151.post-110442213949204990</id><published>2004-12-30T15:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-20T16:55:56.290Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="288" src="http://www.ginevra2000.it/Card/NewYear08.jpg" width="404" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feliz Ano 2005 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;para todos/as, com tudo o que mais desejarem!!!&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/9280151-110442213949204990?l=norastodasondas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110442213949204990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110442213949204990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/2004/12/feliz-ano-2005-para-todosas-com-tudo-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280151.post-110434763600746388</id><published>2004-12-29T19:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-20T16:55:38.976Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Esta e para o meu irmao e a minha "cunhadex" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e para todos os casais que se amam &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e perdem as forcas para lutar quando algo esta errado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 394px; HEIGHT: 317px" height="317" src="http://images4.fotki.com/v39/photos/5/52565/403463/2484835_IMG-vi.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Nao deixem nunca que o amor se enterre na areia, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;como uma concha ao passar de uma onda."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9280151-110434763600746388?l=norastodasondas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110434763600746388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110434763600746388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/2004/12/esta-e-para-o-meu-irmao-e-minha.html' title=''/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280151.post-110418257171698971</id><published>2004-12-27T21:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-20T16:54:52.170Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;(...)estava um velho sentado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;no banco de um jardim&lt;br /&gt;a recordar fragmentos do passado(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 411px; HEIGHT: 342px" height="541" src="http://www.fmm.com.pt/galeria/imagens/portocovo1.jpg" width="626" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(...)sabes eu acho que todos fogem de ti pra nao ver&lt;br /&gt;a imagem da solidao que irao viver&lt;br /&gt;quando forem como tu&lt;br /&gt;um velho sentado num jardim(...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(Mafalda Veiga)&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/9280151-110418257171698971?l=norastodasondas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110418257171698971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110418257171698971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/2004/12/blog-post_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280151.post-110373783948305127</id><published>2004-12-22T17:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-20T16:54:10.530Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="259" src="http://simplesmente.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/card708.gif" width="398" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Feliz Natal&lt;/span&gt; para todos/as,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;repleto de coisas boas!&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/9280151-110373783948305127?l=norastodasondas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110373783948305127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110373783948305127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/2004/12/um-feliz-natal-para-todosasrepleto-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280151.post-110356962370616363</id><published>2004-12-20T19:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-20T16:53:42.413Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 426px; HEIGHT: 314px" height="592" src="http://sunsite.tus.ac.jp/multimed/pics/animals/dolphin.gif" width="520" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(...)liberta o grito que trazes dentro &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e a coragem e o amor, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mesmo que seja so um momento, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mesmo que traga alguma dor(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Mafalda Veiga)&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/9280151-110356962370616363?l=norastodasondas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110356962370616363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110356962370616363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/2004/12/blog-post_20.html' title=''/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280151.post-110336993163097548</id><published>2004-12-18T11:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-20T16:52:53.176Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 430px; HEIGHT: 276px" height="361" src="http://arre-burro.weblog.com.pt/arquivo/nuvens.jpg" width="518" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jamais desesperes, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mesmo perante as mais sombrias aflicoes da tua vida,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; pois das nuvens mais negras cai agua limpida e fecunda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Proverbio chines) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9280151-110336993163097548?l=norastodasondas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110336993163097548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110336993163097548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/2004/12/jamais-desesperes-mesmo-perante-as_18.html' title=''/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280151.post-110297560919601747</id><published>2004-12-13T21:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-20T16:50:39.253Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 424px; HEIGHT: 297px" height="473" src="http://www.news.ai/ref/images/allamanda02.jpg" width="389" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dizem sempre que o tempo muda as coisas, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas na realidade &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;somos nos proprios quem tem de as mudar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Andy Warthol) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9280151-110297560919601747?l=norastodasondas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110297560919601747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110297560919601747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/2004/12/dizem-sempre-que-o-tempo-muda-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280151.post-110276673998398992</id><published>2004-12-11T11:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-20T16:49:35.490Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 430px; HEIGHT: 269px" height="582" src="http://www.cutre.com/kite/images/kitesurfing_gc/pia01.jpg" width="659" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A liberdade, ao fim e ao cabo, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nao e senao a capacidade de viver &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;com as consequencias das proprias decisoes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(James Mullen) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9280151-110276673998398992?l=norastodasondas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110276673998398992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110276673998398992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/2004/12/liberdade-ao-fim-e-ao-cabo-nao-e-senao.html' title=''/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280151.post-110252973086052783</id><published>2004-12-08T18:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-20T16:47:21.020Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 428px; HEIGHT: 390px" height="390" src="http://www.renatamello.com.br/imagens/fotos/esportes/surfista.jpg" width="494" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Por que nos contentamos com viver rastejando, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;quando sentimos o desejo de voar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hellen Keller) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9280151-110252973086052783?l=norastodasondas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110252973086052783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110252973086052783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/2004/12/por-que-nos-contentamos-com-viver.html' title=''/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280151.post-110243155569038663</id><published>2004-12-07T14:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-07T15:00:30.196Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 506px; HEIGHT: 302px" height="384" src="http://www.extremephoto.co.uk/Images/surfer.jpg" width="530" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O MAR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ondas que descansam no seu gesto nupcial&lt;br /&gt;abrem-se caem&lt;br /&gt;amorosamente sobre os proprios labios&lt;br /&gt;e a areia&lt;br /&gt;ancas verdes violetas na violencia viva&lt;br /&gt;rumor do ilimite na gravidez da agua&lt;br /&gt;sussurros gritos minerais inercia magnifica&lt;br /&gt;volupia de agonia movimentos de amor&lt;br /&gt;morte em cada onda sublevacao inaugural&lt;br /&gt;abre-se o corpo que ama na consciencia nua&lt;br /&gt;e o corpo e o instante nunca mais e sempre&lt;br /&gt;oh seios e nuvens que na areia se despenham&lt;br /&gt;oh vento anterior ao vento oh cabecas espumosas&lt;br /&gt;oh silencio sobre o estrepito de amorosas explosoes&lt;br /&gt;oh eternidade do mar ensimesmado unanime&lt;br /&gt;em amor e desamor de anonimos amplexos&lt;br /&gt;multiplo e uno nas suas baixelas cintilantes&lt;br /&gt;oh mar oh presenca ondulada do infinito&lt;br /&gt;oh retorno incessante da paixao frigidissima&lt;br /&gt;oh violenta indolencia sempre longinqua sempre ausente&lt;br /&gt;oh catedral profunda que desmoronando-se permanece!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antonio Ramos Rosa&lt;br /&gt;Facilidade do Ar&lt;br /&gt;Lisboa, Caminho, 1990&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9280151-110243155569038663?l=norastodasondas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110243155569038663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110243155569038663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/2004/12/o-mar-ondas-que-descansam-no-seu-gesto.html' title=''/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280151.post-110234912752491179</id><published>2004-12-06T16:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-06T16:38:16.056Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bruxanoturna2.blogger.com.br/noite.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje apetece-me o silencio das casas assombradas com sangue nas janelas...&lt;br /&gt;sangue, sangue que jorra das feridas abertas como bocas escancaradas...&lt;br /&gt;Noite. Pavor. Esquecimento. Silencio... gritos amordacados que calam a noite. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desconhecido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9280151-110234912752491179?l=norastodasondas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110234912752491179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110234912752491179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/2004/12/hoje-apetece-me-o-silencio-das-casas.html' title=''/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280151.post-110210416504591247</id><published>2004-12-03T19:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-20T16:46:41.986Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 391px; HEIGHT: 287px" height="404" src="http://www.we-walk.com/photo/ankbig/Pic-17.jpg" width="391" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mar, ondas, areia, prancha &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;um por do sol fantastico! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O que mais se pode querer?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9280151-110210416504591247?l=norastodasondas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110210416504591247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110210416504591247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/2004/12/mar-ondas-areia-prancha-e-um-por-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280151.post-110174885840531117</id><published>2004-11-29T17:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-29T17:23:43.336Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 407px; HEIGHT: 333px" height="714" src="http://www.technoscoots.free.fr/image-scooter-fond-ecran/papier-peint-scooter/yamaha-yzf-r6-2003-1024.jpg" width="663" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No rasto do alcatrao!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9280151-110174885840531117?l=norastodasondas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110174885840531117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110174885840531117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/2004/11/no-rasto-do-alcatrao.html' title=''/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280151.post-110166504467462462</id><published>2004-11-28T18:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-20T16:43:45.623Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 413px; HEIGHT: 274px" height="208" src="http://www.mar.com.pt/Surfaction/Aloha%204.jpg" width="455" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E este o espirito da praia!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Querem melhor?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9280151-110166504467462462?l=norastodasondas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110166504467462462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110166504467462462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/2004/11/e-este-o-espirito-da-praiaquerem.html' title=''/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280151.post-110166313792085239</id><published>2004-11-28T17:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-28T17:32:17.920Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="133" src="http://hoobastank.no.sapo.pt/gfx/header.gif" width="367" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Never Saw It Coming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All of the things&lt;br /&gt;That happened just so I can be here&lt;br /&gt;Is pulling the strings&lt;br /&gt;Do I have company?&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'd like to think&lt;br /&gt;That I'm in control of my own destiny&lt;br /&gt;All of the signs begin to point the other way&lt;br /&gt;Who would've known&lt;br /&gt;That I'd be standing right here next to you&lt;br /&gt;Cause I never saw it coming&lt;br /&gt;Who would've known&lt;br /&gt;That I'd get control of things I do&lt;br /&gt;All the could have should haves&lt;br /&gt;Never would've happened anyway&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's me&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe there's something more to it&lt;br /&gt;I believe what I see&lt;br /&gt;Cause seeing is believing&lt;br /&gt;And I like to think&lt;br /&gt;That I'm in control of when and how I go&lt;br /&gt;What if I stepped outside&lt;br /&gt;And I got blown away&lt;br /&gt;Who would've known&lt;br /&gt;That I'd be standing right here next to you&lt;br /&gt;Cause I never saw it coming&lt;br /&gt;Who would've known&lt;br /&gt;That I'd get control of things I do&lt;br /&gt;All the could have should haves&lt;br /&gt;Never would've happened to me&lt;br /&gt;All the could have should haves&lt;br /&gt;Never would've happened anyway&lt;br /&gt;Happened anyway...&lt;br /&gt;I never saw it coming, I never saw it coming&lt;br /&gt;All the could have should haves&lt;br /&gt;Never would've happened to me&lt;br /&gt;All the could have should haves&lt;br /&gt;Never would've happened&lt;br /&gt;Who would have known&lt;br /&gt;That I'd be standing right here next to you&lt;br /&gt;Cause I never saw it coming&lt;br /&gt;Who would've known&lt;br /&gt;That I'd get control of things I do&lt;br /&gt;All the could have should haves&lt;br /&gt;Never would've happened to me&lt;br /&gt;And now I know that everything&lt;br /&gt;That's going on around me&lt;br /&gt;Is meant to be&lt;br /&gt;They're gonna happen anyway&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/9280151-110166313792085239?l=norastodasondas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110166313792085239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110166313792085239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/2004/11/never-saw-it-coming-all-of-things-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280151.post-110140454021218272</id><published>2004-11-25T17:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-20T16:41:56.516Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 439px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="338" src="http://www.piracoesdale.blogger.com.br/alllltas%20ondas.jpg" width="447" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Luz ao fundo do tunel...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9280151-110140454021218272?l=norastodasondas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110140454021218272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110140454021218272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/2004/11/luz-ao-fundo-do-tunel.html' title=''/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9280151.post-110115167865289308</id><published>2004-11-22T19:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-20T16:41:20.130Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 426px; HEIGHT: 286px" height="312" src="http://www.greenflashphoto.com/gallery%20waves/images/w047.jpg" width="346" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tudo vai comecar aqui...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9280151-110115167865289308?l=norastodasondas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110115167865289308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9280151/posts/default/110115167865289308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norastodasondas.blogspot.com/2004/11/tudo-vai-comecar-aqui.html' title=''/><author><name>Goncalo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087821974554483470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
