<?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-19548223</id><updated>2012-01-10T00:11:35.365Z</updated><category term='Clocks'/><category term='sorriso'/><category term='relógios'/><category term='tempestade'/><category term='tempo'/><title type='text'>Me &amp; Myself</title><subtitle type='html'>A ordem é o prazer da razão mas a desordem é a delicia da imaginação. Paul Claudel
Só se vê bem com o coração. O essencial é invisível para os olhos.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>86</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-3152925165237197150</id><published>2011-07-27T01:57:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T23:53:04.550Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tempestade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorriso'/><title type='text'>valor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;Porque no fundo tudo se resume a mim....porque no fundo tudo volta ao mesmo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;porque sou quem sou, porque mereces melhor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;porque depois de ser pisada infinitamente, dou 1 passo em frente e 2 para trás.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;porque receio, antecipo, vejo a tempestade muito antes das nuvens negras e pergunto me: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;será que vale a pena?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;suspiro e penso... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;os nossos risos ecoam na minha cabeça, vejo o teu sorriso, sinto o teu abraço...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sorrio.... deve valer a pena,  pelos sorrisos e abraços que damos e recebemos haverá coisa mais importante??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19548223-3152925165237197150?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/3152925165237197150/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=3152925165237197150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/3152925165237197150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/3152925165237197150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2011/07/valor.html' title='valor'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-7922201291688251388</id><published>2010-01-08T22:37:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-08T22:58:01.215Z</updated><title type='text'>2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/S0e3_liTMNI/AAAAAAAAAHs/eb5Spds5y6U/s1600-h/5868-loving-you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/S0e3_liTMNI/AAAAAAAAAHs/eb5Spds5y6U/s400/5868-loving-you.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424506579226669266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 anos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será mesmo??? A mim pareceram-me 2 minutos contigo!&lt;br /&gt;Adoro cada milésimo de segundo que estou na tua presença, inclusive quando discutimos acesamente sobre um assunto qualquer...teimando ser os donos da verdade :D adoramos isto não é? ... Somos tão iguais...&lt;br /&gt;Ainda hoje estou grata pelo dia em que entraste na minha vida...ela mudou tanto...eu mudei tanto...&lt;br /&gt;Mudamos os 2, vivemos os 2, crescemos os 2, amamos os 2...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste dia apenas resta-me dar-nos os Parabéns! Parabéns a mim, Parabéns a ti e Parabéns a Nós!&lt;br /&gt;Desejo poder num dia 8 de janeiro de 2108 festejar o centésimo ano contigo lol (ok teremos 120 e tal anos mas vamos estar todos jovens :P)&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te assim...loucamente...&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada pela tua presença na minha vida&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19548223-7922201291688251388?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/7922201291688251388/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=7922201291688251388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/7922201291688251388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/7922201291688251388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2010/01/2.html' title='2'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/S0e3_liTMNI/AAAAAAAAAHs/eb5Spds5y6U/s72-c/5868-loving-you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-8115835871156105090</id><published>2009-12-04T00:43:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-12-04T00:52:29.428Z</updated><title type='text'>Reaprender a viver</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/Sxhc8sR4QDI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ch9lNkIihrI/s1600-h/serenidade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/Sxhc8sR4QDI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ch9lNkIihrI/s320/serenidade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411177150033707058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aprendo em cada segundo um novo modo de encarar a vida...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Estou a reaprender a viver 1 dia de cada vez...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Apenas chegar ao fim do dia, apreciar o que de bom tem esse dia...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sentir o que há a sentir nesse dia, demorar me nas coisas boas e amplifica-las, passar pelas más e deixa-las atrás das costas....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendo em cada minuto o significado de um sorriso, de raio de sol, do céu azul...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Estou a reorganizar a minha vida...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Por vezes são preciso momentos de fragilidade para ter de virar tudo do avesso, mudar as rotinas...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aprendo a cada hora um novo significado para a palavra calma e paz...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O mundo pode girar numa velocidade alucinante...mas eu posso abrandá-lo ao ritmo do meu coração...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Estou a reaprender a viver....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19548223-8115835871156105090?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/8115835871156105090/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=8115835871156105090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/8115835871156105090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/8115835871156105090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2009/12/reaprender-viver.html' title='Reaprender a viver'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/Sxhc8sR4QDI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ch9lNkIihrI/s72-c/serenidade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-2548055702435003258</id><published>2009-11-04T21:34:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-04T22:12:52.540Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tempo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clocks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relógios'/><title type='text'>Clocks...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SvH8FNQ7yeI/AAAAAAAAAHc/MhFAIRBwXoE/s1600-h/clocks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SvH8FNQ7yeI/AAAAAAAAAHc/MhFAIRBwXoE/s320/clocks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400374594584168930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sinto-me presa pelo tempo, o tempo rege a minha vida, os ponteiros do relógio ditam o meu ritmo...Corro para encontrar o tempo...o tempo que penso que não tenho porque o vejo a fugir por entre os meus dedos...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;se o tempo foge e as forças me falham?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;É assim que estou hoje...Perdida no tempo...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O meu relógio interno partiu-se trocou de fuso horário, mudou-se para o hemisfério sul&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Olho para os minutos... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;eles não passam quando quero ir embora, eles não param quando quero ficar... Maldita relatividade do tempo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Perdida no meu mundo, sento-me a beira de mim e observo...uma jovem perdida no seu tempo...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As lágrimas preenchem-lhe o olhar, ela não está a tempo, não encontra o seu tempo...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ela apenas quer sincronizar o seu relógio com o Tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The lights go out and I can't be saved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tides that I tried to swim against&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have brought me down upon my knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh I beg, I beg and plead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Come out of things unsaid, shoot an apple off my head and a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Trouble that can't be named,a tiger's waiting to be tamed singing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are, you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Confusion never stops, closing walls and ticking clocks gonna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Come back and take you home, I could not stop, that you now know (singing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Come out upon my seas, curse missed opportunities am I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A part of the cure, or am I part of the disease (singing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And nothing else compares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh no nothing else compares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And nothing else compares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Home, home,is where I wanted to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Home is where I wanted to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                         (Coldplay - Clocks) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/19548223-2548055702435003258?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/2548055702435003258/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=2548055702435003258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/2548055702435003258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/2548055702435003258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2009/11/clocks.html' title='Clocks...'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SvH8FNQ7yeI/AAAAAAAAAHc/MhFAIRBwXoE/s72-c/clocks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-335104509877181648</id><published>2009-09-27T22:38:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T22:56:24.679+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A precisar de 1 café com alguém...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/Sr_en2MxWdI/AAAAAAAAAHU/9n93sZM8PXs/s1600-h/deitada.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/Sr_en2MxWdI/AAAAAAAAAHU/9n93sZM8PXs/s320/deitada.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386268455503747538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hoje acordei assim a precisar de um café com alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Não é qualquer café com qualquer companhia....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;É aquele café com alguém que nos irá reconfortar o coração...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Um café que nos irá fazer mais bem à alma do que ao corpo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Um café, uma troca de banalidades, de tudo e de nada... apenas um momento para partilhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hoje preciso de alguém que queira partilhar comigo 10 minutos do seu corre corre diário,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Apenas para estar alguns minutos fora do ciclo vicioso em que a vida moderna nos insere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Estou assim a precisar de um café com alguém...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c3D1Zw53neE&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c3D1Zw53neE&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19548223-335104509877181648?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/335104509877181648/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=335104509877181648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/335104509877181648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/335104509877181648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2009/09/precisar-de-1-cafe-com-alguem.html' title='A precisar de 1 café com alguém...'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/Sr_en2MxWdI/AAAAAAAAAHU/9n93sZM8PXs/s72-c/deitada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-6712677320886697471</id><published>2009-08-18T00:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T00:23:55.311+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Obrigada!</title><content type='html'>Ando há dias para escrever este agradecimento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pelo teu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pelo teu abraço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pelo teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pela tua força&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pela tua gargalhada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pelo teu bom dia ensonado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pelo teu respeito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pela tua lealdade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pelo teu beijo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pelo teu amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agradeço-te tudo o que me trazes, tudo o que me fazes sentir quando estou contigo (tlm também conta!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;És a luz que me envolve, quente como o sol, és tudo pra mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada pelas nossas mini ferias!! AMO TE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qZ0FhVZce2o&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qZ0FhVZce2o&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19548223-6712677320886697471?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/6712677320886697471/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=6712677320886697471&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/6712677320886697471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/6712677320886697471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2009/08/obrigada.html' title='Obrigada!'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-1491515016607583141</id><published>2009-07-21T21:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T23:32:22.097+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Força interior</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SmZBkPxB1qI/AAAAAAAAAHM/zOlt93SQvYM/s1600-h/sorriso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 87px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SmZBkPxB1qI/AAAAAAAAAHM/zOlt93SQvYM/s200/sorriso.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361044497394423458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dia a dia magoamos os outros sem nos apercebermos,&lt;br /&gt;Num olhar, numa palavra ferimos uma boa intenção, uma palavra, um sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez mais nos isolamos no nosso mundo e ignoramos o mundo dos outros&lt;br /&gt;Só quando nos magoam é que paramos para pensar...&lt;br /&gt;O que doi ser magoado quando a intenção era boa e pura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes, desanimamos perante a adversidade...&lt;br /&gt;Pensamos que é o fim do mundo...&lt;br /&gt;Tenho tido gente que eu diria &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;especial&lt;/span&gt; que me mostra vidas do avesso,&lt;br /&gt;No entanto sempre com um sorriso nos lábios e uma gargalhada pronta...&lt;br /&gt;Por instantes esqueço o desalento desta vida moderna,&lt;br /&gt;E relembro que é apenas preciso um sorriso para vencer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou fazer um esforço: prestar atenção no mundo que me rodeia e sorrir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19548223-1491515016607583141?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/1491515016607583141/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=1491515016607583141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/1491515016607583141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/1491515016607583141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2009/06/forca-interior.html' title='Força interior'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SmZBkPxB1qI/AAAAAAAAAHM/zOlt93SQvYM/s72-c/sorriso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-3944681738756668450</id><published>2009-05-13T21:38:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T21:39:35.700+01:00</updated><title type='text'>You are Loved (Don't Give up)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I-G8IfjPAII&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I-G8IfjPAII&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19548223-3944681738756668450?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/3944681738756668450/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=3944681738756668450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/3944681738756668450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/3944681738756668450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-are-loved-dont-give-up.html' title='You are Loved (Don&apos;t Give up)'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-2412956074646163559</id><published>2009-04-23T23:03:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:13:02.404+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;A distância teima em nos separar, intormete-se no meio de nós,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;A vida continua a dar as suas voltas de propósito para estarmos apenas escassos instantes juntos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;sim porque sempre que estou contigo todo o tempo é um instante,que se evapora no fugir dos segundos, quando dou por mim estou de novo sozinha, como que um sonho que vem, que me provoca, que me faz querer-te e que se dissolve no ar sem eu nunca ter chegado a provar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ainda hoje acordei com o sabor dos teus beijos na boca, queria ficar deitada, fechar os olhos e prender aquele sonho, aquele momento para sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;Permanecer junto a ti assim como só nós conseguimos estar, numa perfeita comunhão de almas, porque acredito que sim, somos iguais... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;Só não entendo esta distância teimando os nosso desencontros, a nossa distância...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;Porque a vida sabe que sem ti não vivo, sobrevivo apenas... porque nos separa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19548223-2412956074646163559?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/2412956074646163559/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=2412956074646163559&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/2412956074646163559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/2412956074646163559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2009/04/distancia-teima-em-nos-separar.html' title=''/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-500743888365778024</id><published>2009-04-19T23:44:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T23:47:15.994+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Banda sonora da semana - The fear</title><content type='html'>Há qualquer coisa nesta musica que me faz adora-la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q-wGMlSuX_c&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q-wGMlSuX_c&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19548223-500743888365778024?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/500743888365778024/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=500743888365778024&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/500743888365778024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/500743888365778024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2009/04/banda-sonora-da-semana-fear.html' title='Banda sonora da semana - The fear'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-2937573728619396080</id><published>2009-04-02T22:06:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T22:27:44.966+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensar em Nós</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvD2iI682I/AAAAAAAAAGg/yEVq2CChZOE/s1600-h/Snapshot_010.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 149px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvD2iI682I/AAAAAAAAAGg/yEVq2CChZOE/s200/Snapshot_010.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322062726312948578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Adoro naquilo em que nos estamos a transformar,&lt;br /&gt;o mundo um do outro mas com tudo de cada um de nós,&lt;br /&gt;não nos perdemos no meio de tantos sentimentos,&lt;br /&gt;Somos &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nós&lt;/span&gt; sem nunca deixar de sermos&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; tu&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eu&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;o &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tu&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eu&lt;/span&gt; será sempre diferente do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nós&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nós &lt;/span&gt;transforma o &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eu&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tu&lt;/span&gt; melhores, mais pertos da perfeição&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tu&lt;/span&gt; que de tão pertos da perfeição nunca o serão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pois é no intervalo da perfeição, nos defeitos que o &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nós&lt;/span&gt; mostra toda a sua força&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defeitos que nos mostram o verdadeiro valor do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; e do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Valor esse que uniu 2 mundos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;destinados a serem o ponto de equilíbrio um do outro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Onde um tira o outro põe, ....ou não...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque quando te olho, quando te beijo, quando te abraço...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sinto um terceiro mundo...o&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Nosso&lt;/span&gt; mundo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procuro e não encontro um&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; tu&lt;/span&gt; e um &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eu&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;encontro apenas um &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pensar em nós faz-me ter estas tentativas de raciocínios lógico...Para tentar explicar algo que de lógico só tem as palavras :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afinal o Nós será sempre o que é, o que somos, o que és, o que sou...será...Tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19548223-2937573728619396080?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/2937573728619396080/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=2937573728619396080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/2937573728619396080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/2937573728619396080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2009/04/pensar-em-nos.html' title='Pensar em Nós'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvD2iI682I/AAAAAAAAAGg/yEVq2CChZOE/s72-c/Snapshot_010.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-3747390615934969291</id><published>2009-03-22T19:49:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-22T20:29:48.936Z</updated><title type='text'>amizades</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/ScafI41RsgI/AAAAAAAAAGY/tRHrbfR7MZA/s1600-h/HPIM1320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/ScafI41RsgI/AAAAAAAAAGY/tRHrbfR7MZA/s200/HPIM1320.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316111385201062402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tristemente constato que as pessoas permanecem centradas em si,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Apercebo-me que procuro em certos lugares e pessoas algo que já existiu mas que se desfez no tempo...procuro aqueles momentos que partilhamos e que não se vão repetir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Vejo que as pessoas se deixam levar pelo ciclo vicioso onde se inserem, tomamos todos rumos diferentes, afastamo nos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Triste é perceber que o que resta é nada ou quase nada do que nos uniu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ironicamente começo a preferir a minha companhia ou a companhia do meu gato, pois estar no meio de pessoas que já pouco me dizem é triste e insuportável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Felizmente alguns amigos permanecem e sei que por muito mais que o tempo passe eles serão fiéis a si mesmo e estarão lá se precisar de um ombro amigo...e em ultimo recurso agarro-me ao gato, esse sempre fiel a si e a mim. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19548223-3747390615934969291?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/3747390615934969291/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=3747390615934969291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/3747390615934969291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/3747390615934969291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2009/03/amizades.html' title='amizades'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/ScafI41RsgI/AAAAAAAAAGY/tRHrbfR7MZA/s72-c/HPIM1320.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-1314489157536410853</id><published>2009-03-03T21:07:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-03T21:21:59.294Z</updated><title type='text'>Quanto custa o seu dia-a-dia?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/Sa2fZExfB5I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/3FqskYNtl4I/s1600-h/dinheiro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/Sa2fZExfB5I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/3FqskYNtl4I/s200/dinheiro.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309074788866525074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A revista Sábado publicou na última edição um artigo sobre o custo do dia-a-dia dos portugueses, desde que acordam até voltarem a adormecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomar um duche vale 50 cêntimos: os banhos representam quase metade do consumo de água dos portugueses. Em cinco minutos no chuveiro gasta-se em média 35 litros de água, que valem 2 cêntimos por pessoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O pequeno-almoço caseiro representa 79 cêntimos: pão, leite, queijo, maçãs, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lavar a loiça à mão sai um pouco mais barato: 20 cêntimos, já com a máquina de lavar as despesas descem um pouco, mas só se acumular loiça na máquina durante a semana. Senão fica-lhe a 56 cêntimos. Lavar a roupa é um pouco mais barato: 51 cêntimos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andar de carro é dispendioso. Não é novidade. O artigo estima que ao percorrer uma distância entre Lisboa e Oeiras (19 km) se gaste 2,36 euros (ida e volta). Se optar por uma viagem de transportes públicos, gastará menos 43 cêntimos por dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A compra de um jornal diário e de um café ficará por 1,65 euros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já o almoço é, contas feitas por baixo, de 4,25 euros (média de um subsídio de refeição). À noite, o jantar caseiro é pouco menos de cinco euros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se frequentar um ginásio ou ir ao cinema, o gasto diário ronda os três euros. E ver televisão sai a 81 cêntimos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para quem trabalha em casa no computador pessoal, usando Internet, impressora, telemóvel e telefone gasta diariamente 1,90 euros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As contas da renda/prestação da casa dão uma média diária de 22,06 euros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://aeiou.expresso.pt/quanto_custa_o_seu_diaadia=f492474&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19548223-1314489157536410853?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/1314489157536410853/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=1314489157536410853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-4569574456713413512</id><published>2009-02-18T22:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-02-18T22:06:06.692Z</updated><title type='text'>The Human Footprint</title><content type='html'>A ver o video... e a pensar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.betterhumans.com/blogs/videos/archive/2008/05/04/Nat-Geo-_3A00_-The-Human-Footprint.aspx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19548223-4569574456713413512?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/4569574456713413512/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=4569574456713413512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/4569574456713413512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/4569574456713413512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2009/02/human-footprint.html' title='The Human Footprint'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-557235686973230979</id><published>2009-02-09T21:42:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-09T22:27:42.147Z</updated><title type='text'>A vida traz tudo de volta...</title><content type='html'>Passamos meses, semanas e dias a afastar certos pensamentos, certas imagens, certas musicas, certas pessoas...&lt;br /&gt;Passamos dias a evitar aquela conversa, aquela sms, aquele telefonema...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas num dia a vida traz tudo de volta...&lt;br /&gt;Os pensamentos, as imagens e as músicas....e por vezes as pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;Mudamos os pensamentos, recalcamos as imagens, desligamos o radio, evitamos a pessoa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas nesse dia em que a vida traz tudo consigo,é ela a insistir com algo que ela sabe que nos fará bem...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje ela trouxe te com 1 musica... &lt;br /&gt;e pensei "que se lixe, ligo..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Gostei de te ouvir, estás na mesma, estamos na mesma, ver se na próxima ligas tu, ainda não cravei a tmn :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19548223-557235686973230979?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/557235686973230979/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=557235686973230979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/557235686973230979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/557235686973230979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2009/02/vida-traz-tudo-de-volta.html' title='A vida traz tudo de volta...'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-7456417028680290420</id><published>2009-02-09T20:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-02-09T20:22:00.253Z</updated><title type='text'>51st Annual Grammy Awards 2009</title><content type='html'>Álbum do ano: "Raising Sand", Robert Plant e Alison Krauss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantor Pop: "Say", John Mayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gravação do ano: "Please Read The Letter", Robert Plant e Alison Krauss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nova Artista: Adele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Álbum Rock: "Viva La Vida Or Death And All His Friends", Coldplay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canção do ano: "Viva La Vida", Coldplay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantora Pop: "Chasing Pavements", Adele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Álbum de Dança/Electrónica - “Alive 2007”, Daft Punk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Álbum Música Alternativa – “In Rainbows”, Radiohead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Performance Vocal feminina R&amp;B – “Superwoman”, Alicia Keys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Performance Vocal masculina R&amp;B – “Miss Independent”, Ne-Yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Performance Rap – “A Milli”, Lil Wayne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Música Rap – “Lollipop”, Lil Wayne feat. Static Major&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Álbum Rap- “Tha Carter III”, Lil Wayne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EmonR2McV5Y&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EmonR2McV5Y&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19548223-7456417028680290420?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/7456417028680290420/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=7456417028680290420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/7456417028680290420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/7456417028680290420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2009/02/51st-annual-grammy-awards-2009.html' title='51st Annual Grammy Awards 2009'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-8420582602673027198</id><published>2009-01-25T23:09:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-25T23:17:09.315Z</updated><title type='text'>Are we human or are we dancers?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div width="240" height="220" align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.metrolyrics.com/scroller/heart.swf?lyricid=1064927032" quality="high" wmode="transparent" width="240" height="210" name="scroll" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/human-lyrics-the-killers.html" title="The Killers Human Lyrics"&gt;The Killers Human Lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para pensar um pouco, uma grande musica sem duvida. Boa semana.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19548223-8420582602673027198?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/8420582602673027198/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=8420582602673027198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/8420582602673027198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/8420582602673027198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2009/01/are-we-human-or-are-we-dancers.html' title='Are we human or are we dancers?'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-2062599343945821876</id><published>2009-01-10T22:19:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-10T22:21:07.452Z</updated><title type='text'>a resposta a 1 ano</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; André disse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Com tanta verdade escrita por ti, fiquei sem palavras... mas palavras para quê? Nós nos entendemos com o silencio e com o olhar, basta um olhar para dizer tudo o que sinto por ti, porque nem a palavra amor e suficiente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    À um ano atrás pensava que a palavra amor era demasiado forte para te dizer e arrisquei, hoje vejo a palavra amor como uma gota num oceano de emoções.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Amo-te com toda a força do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    obrigado por estares comigo nas minhas vitorias, derrotas e principalmente no meu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    AMO-te mais que tudo fazes-me bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19548223-2062599343945821876?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/2062599343945821876/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=2062599343945821876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/2062599343945821876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/2062599343945821876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2009/01/resposta-1-ano.html' title='a resposta a 1 ano'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-737855140480126232</id><published>2009-01-08T21:09:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-01-08T21:32:04.598Z</updated><title type='text'>1 ano</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SWZwyQ9o7rI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Rmjn1gDnxdg/s1600-h/amor_paixao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 144px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SWZwyQ9o7rI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Rmjn1gDnxdg/s200/amor_paixao.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289038821242498738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entraste devagar. Tinhas medo...sentias o vento da mudança a soprar...&lt;br /&gt;Caminhaste passo a passo em direcção ao desconhecido...&lt;br /&gt;Chegaste à porta, respiraste fundo e pensaste: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;que tenho eu a perder?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respondeste logo: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Nada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abriste a porta, .... foste invadido por mil emoções, mil sensações...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminhei por entre uma tempestade de mudanças, dúvidas e medos...&lt;br /&gt;Cheguei ao fim do caminho...Só me restava duas soluções voltar para tras ou seguir em frente..&lt;br /&gt;Segui o meu instinto, arrisquei e segui em frente por onde não havia caminho traçado, cheia de sonhos e esperança..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encontraram-se no meio das suas caminhadas, vinham de mundos diferentes, mas de emoções tão semelhantes.&lt;br /&gt;No primeiro olhar souberam logo que estavam presente algo de diferente, algo de único...&lt;br /&gt;Com algum nervosismo iniciaram uma conversa, descobriram que os dois caminhavam para o desconhecido, que tinham arriscado mudar...&lt;br /&gt;Descobriram gostos, ideias iguais. Partilharam sonhos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O silêncio instalou-se, ambos sabiam que estava na hora de decidir: continuar o caminho juntos ou cada um continuar no seu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numa troca de olhares, deram as mãos, começaram um caminho novo, um caminho feito de partilha, de sonhos, de risos, de paz, de confiança, de saudade, de felicidade, de simplicidade e de amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há um ano tu e eu, nos encontramos assim... Foi assim, foi magia.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada por seres quem és e por me deixares ser quem eu sou. Amo te&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19548223-737855140480126232?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/737855140480126232/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=737855140480126232&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/737855140480126232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/737855140480126232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2009/01/1-ano.html' title='1 ano'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SWZwyQ9o7rI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Rmjn1gDnxdg/s72-c/amor_paixao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-8096222692011751699</id><published>2008-12-29T13:54:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-29T14:04:20.528Z</updated><title type='text'>Retrospectiva</title><content type='html'>Muitas vezes só depois de mudarmos de vida, de mudarmos de habitos é que percebemos o quanto estavamos estagnados, presos a uma rotina sem sentido.&lt;br /&gt;Com as relações é o mesmo. &lt;br /&gt;Muitas vezes só depois de deixar alguém, mesmo que a muito custo, os beneficios que daí advém para nós são imensos.&lt;br /&gt;Quando olhamos em retrospectiva, quem eramos já não nos faz sentido,somos outra pessoa.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje olho para tras e vejo o quando cresci, o quanto mudei. &lt;br /&gt;Não sou a mesma, dentro de mim mil coisas se transformaram, continu fiel a mim mesma, mas diferente. Diria até que estou mais parecida comigo própria e menos perdida.&lt;br /&gt;Por isso quem me conhece, e ha muito não me vê, não estranhe se quando estiver comigo, certos habitos ja não existirem, certas palavras também não. &lt;br /&gt;Sou a mesma pessoa só que melhor.&lt;br /&gt;Agradeço a mudança, estou melhor agora, estou em paz. &lt;br /&gt;Agradeço a quem contribui para a mudança.&lt;br /&gt;A todas essas pessoas &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;desejo um próspero ano de 2009&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19548223-8096222692011751699?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/8096222692011751699/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=8096222692011751699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/8096222692011751699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/8096222692011751699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2008/12/retrospectiva.html' title='Retrospectiva'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-2954632970060718527</id><published>2008-12-07T23:14:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:23:39.212Z</updated><title type='text'>Prenda de natal para alguem especial</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Uma grande musica... para ti meu amor...Assim quero antecipar uma prenda de natal para ti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Volto assim as dedicatória...Porque esta musica foi escrita para nós, esta e outras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Todas as musicas me lembram de ti...Porque será?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dedico te fragmentos dessas musicas...Lembraste? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;És tudo para mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Deixa que te leve assim tão leve, leve e que te beije meu anjo triste,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Deixo-te o meu canto, canção tão breve, brando como tu..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=3PvwLxIX7jo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;"E quando perceberam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;, Que a noite era só deles,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; Mataram desejos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;, E rolaram beijos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;, Colados ao corpo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; Perdidos no chão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Então os dois foram um,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; E o tempo nenhum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;, Para o que tinham para se dar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; Põe o teu corpo no meu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; Deixa a noite acabar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Então de um fez-se dois,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; E o tempo depois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; Foi tão pouco para viver,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; Põe o teu corpo no meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Sente o meu a amanhecer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T0jXRy-Uxyg&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T0jXRy-Uxyg&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;E um volto já, porque nós vivemos desses "volto já"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RXu_BMNpZ6Q&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RXu_BMNpZ6Q&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19548223-2954632970060718527?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/2954632970060718527/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=2954632970060718527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/2954632970060718527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/2954632970060718527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2008/12/prenda-de-natal-para-alguem-especial.html' title='Prenda de natal para alguem especial'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-6744525982296593783</id><published>2008-11-05T21:34:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-11-23T23:21:21.796Z</updated><title type='text'>sorrisos</title><content type='html'>Noite fria, sigo sozinha na estrada, apenas eu a ir para casa de carro...&lt;br /&gt;Neste cenário tão mundano, algo está diferente...&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou diferente, sorrio...&lt;br /&gt;Sei dentro de mim que estou diferente...estou mais perto de mim e isso faz me sentir bem...&lt;br /&gt;Sorrio... Aprecio o momento&lt;br /&gt;São de momentos  como este singelo e mundano que muitas vezes ansiamos...momentos em que sentimos que tudo faz sentido...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revejo fragmentos da minha vida, pedaços de mim, pedaços dos outros e sorrio,&lt;br /&gt;olhar para o passado não me causa dor... apenas paz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passamos grande parte do tempo a procura de momentos como este...momentos perfeitos em que nos sentimos bem apenas connosco e sem razão aparente...Sentimos paz e felicidade...&lt;br /&gt;São momentos como este que me fazem respirar todos os dias,&lt;br /&gt;Na esperança que numa dessas inspirações volte este momento...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19548223-6744525982296593783?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/6744525982296593783/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=6744525982296593783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/6744525982296593783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/6744525982296593783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2008/11/sorrisos.html' title='sorrisos'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-3559269568405692756</id><published>2008-10-16T21:44:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T22:05:22.995+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Virar uma pagina...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SPerapt7zQI/AAAAAAAAAEw/WLUlQPG_bcc/s1600-h/Snapshot_002.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 207px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SPerapt7zQI/AAAAAAAAAEw/WLUlQPG_bcc/s320/Snapshot_002.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257859564341808386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virar uma pagina na vida... O que implica?&lt;br /&gt;Implica... tudo&lt;br /&gt;Virei uma pagina...mas não esqueço o que deixei para trás...&lt;br /&gt;Procuro nesta nova pagina perceber pra onde me leva a estrada.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei mas arrisco, ficar num ponto final é que não!&lt;br /&gt;Quero caminhar, cair, tropeçar...crescer..descobrir quem é este novo eu...&lt;br /&gt;Vou percorrendo o caminho guardando no coração apenas as pessoas que merecem...&lt;br /&gt;Cansei de correr atrás...&lt;br /&gt;Guardo em mim as lições dos capítulos anteriores...&lt;br /&gt;Mas não me perco a voltar a lê-los...&lt;br /&gt;Virei uma pagina .... novos horizontes, novas pessoas...&lt;br /&gt;Vou caminhando por entre as linhas desta folha em branco...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19548223-3559269568405692756?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/3559269568405692756/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=3559269568405692756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/3559269568405692756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/3559269568405692756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2008/10/virar-uma-pagina.html' title='Virar uma pagina...'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SPerapt7zQI/AAAAAAAAAEw/WLUlQPG_bcc/s72-c/Snapshot_002.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-6642184434421601434</id><published>2008-09-09T22:30:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T22:48:24.766+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Essência Humana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SMbuGkzEdfI/AAAAAAAAAEo/DyW_bBK1uLI/s1600-h/kiev_ucrania.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SMbuGkzEdfI/AAAAAAAAAEo/DyW_bBK1uLI/s200/kiev_ucrania.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244140612844025330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Algures perdeu-se o respeito pelo próximo.&lt;br /&gt;Perdeu-se o respeito pelo ser humano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Onde é que ele ficou?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Esta sociedade por vezes deixa-me doente, desiludida com a sua maneira de "ignorar" o próximo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quando é que vão abrir os olhos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E esses corações que só pensão "€ € € € € € € € € €" ,quando mudam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que essas notas de € a que tanto se agarram ....&lt;br /&gt;....vos fazem companhia à noite?&lt;br /&gt;.... vos abraçam quando sentem um aperto no coração?&lt;br /&gt;.... vos sorriem quando estão tristes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me parece!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À noite estão sós em frente à tv e ao pc...procurando companhia...&lt;br /&gt;Quando sentem um aperto no coração mandam uma sms a espera de consolo...&lt;br /&gt;Quando estão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; tristes procuram o anti depressivo na gaveta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É esta a sociedade "Para-humana" onde vivemos (sim, não é uma sociedade de humanos) ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numa sociedade de humanos:&lt;br /&gt;... as pessoas pensam umas nas outras,&lt;br /&gt;....respeitam-se,&lt;br /&gt;....tocam-se,&lt;br /&gt;....amam-se.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra quando voltar à "Essência Humana"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19548223-6642184434421601434?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/6642184434421601434/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=6642184434421601434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/6642184434421601434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/6642184434421601434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2008/09/essncia-humana.html' title='Essência Humana'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SMbuGkzEdfI/AAAAAAAAAEo/DyW_bBK1uLI/s72-c/kiev_ucrania.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-7093612326720518335</id><published>2008-09-02T22:30:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T22:43:41.444+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Príncipe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SL2zLTVVo0I/AAAAAAAAAEY/x3nEd5-ApIY/s1600-h/criancas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SL2zLTVVo0I/AAAAAAAAAEY/x3nEd5-ApIY/s320/criancas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241542548078830402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Continuas a ter aquele brilho no olhar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Continuas a ter aquele sorriso para mim,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Continuas a me fazer suster a respiração quando te toco,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Continuas a fazer o meu coração bater mais depressa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Continuas a fazer-me cair lágrimas de saudade,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Continuas a fazer valer a pena os momentos breves em que nos vimos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Continuas a ser espelho de mim,&lt;br /&gt;Continuas a ser o meu coração,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Continuas a ser o meu príncipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19548223-7093612326720518335?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/7093612326720518335/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=7093612326720518335&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/7093612326720518335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/7093612326720518335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2008/09/prncipe.html' title='Príncipe'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SL2zLTVVo0I/AAAAAAAAAEY/x3nEd5-ApIY/s72-c/criancas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-4456430139105641398</id><published>2008-08-08T21:14:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T00:34:09.762+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Em busca de mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SJzXXBny5XI/AAAAAAAAADs/QaMt3X_iKrY/s1600-h/triste.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SJzXXBny5XI/AAAAAAAAADs/QaMt3X_iKrY/s320/triste.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232293657669985650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Por vezes, é preciso arrumar, arrumar as ideias, encontrar-nos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Preciso de arrumar tudo o que me vai na alma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Foram meses de grandes mudanças, de grandes transformações sem tempo para parar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Preciso de saber para onde vou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Preciso de parar para pensar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Preciso de encontrar o que me falta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Parti em busca do meu ser, da minha essência...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Perdi-me por entre tantos caminhos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Não sei que direcção tomar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Não temo a mudança,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Apenas temo esta falta de caminho... de destino...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Quando se deixa algo que sempre fomos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Surge a crise existencial..."&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quem sou eu?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Estou assim agora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Em busca de uma luz, de um mapa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Invejo quem já tem o seu caminho traçado até sempre...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Eu não tenho, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;...Sinto-me confusa e cansada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19548223-4456430139105641398?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/4456430139105641398/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=4456430139105641398&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/4456430139105641398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/4456430139105641398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2008/08/em-busca-de-mim.html' title='Em busca de mim'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SJzXXBny5XI/AAAAAAAAADs/QaMt3X_iKrY/s72-c/triste.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-5338243413496893878</id><published>2008-07-30T23:42:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T23:44:42.339+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody's gonna show you how</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;          What are you waiting for? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Nobody's gonna show you how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Why work for someone else &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;To do what you can do right now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Got no boundaries and no limits &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;If there's excitement, put me in it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;If it's against the law, arrest me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;If you can handle it, undress me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Don't stop me now, don't need to catch my breath &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I can go on and on and on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;When the lights go down and there's no one left &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I can go on and on and on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Give it 2 me, Yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;No one's gonna show me how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Give it 2 me, Yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;No one's gonna stop me now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;They say that a good thing never lasts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And then it has to fall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Those are the the people that did not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Amount to much at all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Give me the bassline and I'll shake it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Give me a record and I'll break it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;There's no beginning and no ending &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Give me a chance to go and I'll take it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Don't stop me now, don't need to catch my breath &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I can go on and on and on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;When the lights go down and there's no one left &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I can go on and on and on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Give it 2 me, Yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;No one's gonna show me how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Give it 2 me, Yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;No one's gonna stop me now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Pharrell: Watch this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Get stupid, get stupid, get stupid, don't stop it (What?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Get stupid, get stupid, get stupid, don't stop it (What?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Get stupid, get stupid, get stupid, don't stop it (What?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Get stupid, get stupid, get stupid, don't stop it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Get stupid, get stupid, get stupid, don't stop it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(To the left, to the right, to the left, to the right) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Get stupid, get stupid, get stupid, don't stop it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(To the left, to the right, to the left, to the right) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Get stupid, get stupid, get stupid, don't stop it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(To the left, left, right, right, left, left, right, right) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Get stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(Left, left, right, right, left, left, right, right) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Don't stop me now, don't need to catch my breath &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I can go on and on and on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;When the lights go down and there's no one left &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I can go on and on and on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Give it 2 me, Yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;No one's gonna show me how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Give it 2 me, Yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;No one's gonna stop me now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You're only here to win &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Get what they say? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You're only here to win &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Get what they do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;They'd do it too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;If they were you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You done it all before &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It ain't nothing new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You're only here to win &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Get what they say? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You're only here to win &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Get what they do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;They'd do it too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;If they were you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You done it all before &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It ain't nothing new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Give it 2 me, Yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;No one's gonna show me how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Give it 2 me, Yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;No one's gonna stop me now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Give it 2 me, Yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;No one's gonna show me how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Give it 2 me, Yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;No one's gonna stop me now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Give it 2 me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aQRLSBUNupg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aQRLSBUNupg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19548223-5338243413496893878?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/5338243413496893878/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=5338243413496893878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/5338243413496893878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/5338243413496893878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2008/07/nobodys-gonna-show-you-how.html' title='Nobody&apos;s gonna show you how'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-5894767235202004913</id><published>2008-07-26T22:48:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:26:36.898Z</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere over the rainbow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SIucPWefG5I/AAAAAAAAADk/cislTD7OxFk/s1600-h/336237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SIucPWefG5I/AAAAAAAAADk/cislTD7OxFk/s320/336237.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227443580039011218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Somewhere over the rainbow&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;   Way up high,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;   There's a land that I heard of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;   Once in a lullaby.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Somewhere over the rainbow&lt;br /&gt; Skies are blue,&lt;br /&gt; And the dreams that you dare to dream&lt;br /&gt; Really do come true.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Someday I'll wish upon a star&lt;br /&gt; And wake up where the clouds are far&lt;br /&gt; Behind me.&lt;br /&gt; Where troubles melt like lemon drops&lt;br /&gt; Away above the chimney tops&lt;br /&gt; That's where you'll find me.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Somewhere over the rainbow&lt;br /&gt; Bluebirds fly.&lt;br /&gt; Birds fly over the rainbow.&lt;br /&gt; Why then, oh why can't I?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;If happy little bluebirds fly&lt;br /&gt; Beyond the rainbow&lt;br /&gt; Why, oh why can't I?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19548223-5894767235202004913?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/5894767235202004913/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=5894767235202004913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/5894767235202004913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/5894767235202004913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2008/07/somewhere-over-rainbow.html' title='Somewhere over the rainbow'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SIucPWefG5I/AAAAAAAAADk/cislTD7OxFk/s72-c/336237.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-1138325601352423618</id><published>2008-07-01T23:48:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:26:37.060Z</updated><title type='text'>Despedida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SGq7Wka_RNI/AAAAAAAAADc/A5TG5JYY5Zk/s1600-h/luto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 221px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SGq7Wka_RNI/AAAAAAAAADc/A5TG5JYY5Zk/s320/luto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218189114670531794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Porque a vida tem razões que nós desconhecemos...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Porque a vida é um momento...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque hoje é .... e amanhã já não é...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Porque hoje ao nascer do sol as coisas já não serão como dantes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Não tenho jeito pra despedidas, nem para separações, nunca tive...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, as palavras não me saem hoje...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é por não querer, é por não saber o que dizer nestas alturas...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas partem... gosto de pensar que partem quando é para ser...que há razão..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez para nos fazer encarar a vida como o bem mais precioso, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De facto a única coisa que interessa são as pessoas que amamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mas porque partem?...Não sei...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só sei que do meu coração nunca de lá sairam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;São pedaços de mim, sou quem sou porque existiram, porque partilhámos um momento...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de pensar assim, chamem-lhe ilusão, disparate, não quero saber....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Amor, não sei o que te dizer para te dizer as coisas certas, as coisas que precisas ouvir neste momento...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabes o que te digo?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ele não partiu e sabes porquê?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque Ele continua em ti, no teu coração, no teu pensamento, no teu olhar, na tua pele, na tua boca... Ele é parte de ti e tu és parte dele....&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ele sempre será o teu Pai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eu estou aqui, de braços abertos para ti, sempre para ti, mudava o mundo por ti, custa tanto estar longe de ti,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria dar-te o meu colo, o meu abraço...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor, resta-nos, fechar os olhos, deixar cair uma lágrima, respirar fundo...e relembrar&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje o céu ganhou uma nova estrela e o mundo ficou sem um grande Homem&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem haja...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19548223-1138325601352423618?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/1138325601352423618/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=1138325601352423618&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/1138325601352423618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/1138325601352423618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2008/07/despedida.html' title='Despedida'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SGq7Wka_RNI/AAAAAAAAADc/A5TG5JYY5Zk/s72-c/luto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-6919716666730180051</id><published>2008-06-25T23:30:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:26:37.271Z</updated><title type='text'>Faudrait savoir ce que tu veux</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SGLQOH_DP8I/AAAAAAAAADU/ei0paWzMXc8/s1600-h/Candle_by_SarahB44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SGLQOH_DP8I/AAAAAAAAADU/ei0paWzMXc8/s320/Candle_by_SarahB44.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215960259528703938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aqui estou eu em frente a este ecrã...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Já passaram 20 min...Escrevo e apago...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tenho tanto pra dizer mas não me sai nada de jeito...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desisto... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Faudrait savoir ce que tu veux&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Não sei o que quero...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ando cansada deste turbilhão de emoções que acompanha este fim de curso,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Como se um tornado passa-se no nosso coração, nos arrancasse tudo o que temos de mais precioso,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ando aqui de martelo em mão a tentar reparar tudo o que esse tornado destruiu,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou tentando erguer 1 ponte para 1 margem que não sei onde fica....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E parece que todos a minha volta são tão felizes por não terem o trabalho que tenho,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo se prepara para as férias e a praia... e eu? Preparo me para o quê?&lt;br /&gt;Não sei o que vem a seguir...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aguardo novas luzes ao fundo do túnel.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confissões de um Ego cansado&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19548223-6919716666730180051?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/6919716666730180051/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=6919716666730180051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/6919716666730180051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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dois...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SELZKOHtxkI/AAAAAAAAADM/mLFiK3LBx3k/s1600-h/je%2520te%2520aime_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 318px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SELZKOHtxkI/AAAAAAAAADM/mLFiK3LBx3k/s320/je%2520te%2520aime_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206962888806090306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Há alturas em que eu preciso de ti e tu precisas de mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Há momentos em que preciso do teu abraço e tu precisas do meu sorriso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Há dias em que preciso de te ouvir dizer "amo-te" e tu precisas de me ouvir dizer "também amor"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Há horas que parecem intermináveis...falta qualquer coisa...falta uma presença na casa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Há noites em que a cama parece ser feita de gelo...falta um calor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Há semanas que se arrastam como se fossem meses...falta aquele toque...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Há alturas, momentos, dias, horas, noites e semanas...em que é mais dificil sobreviver sem metade de nós...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Respira fundo, fecha os olhos, pensa em mim,&lt;br /&gt;sente um beijo meu nos teus lábios....estou aqui amor.....&lt;br /&gt;.... bem perto de ti...no teu coração....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br 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dois...'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SELZKOHtxkI/AAAAAAAAADM/mLFiK3LBx3k/s72-c/je%2520te%2520aime_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-928350016787024759</id><published>2008-05-26T13:50:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T13:51:17.975+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Violet hill - Coldplay</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IakDItZ7f7Q&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SCtL5ZNR4LI/AAAAAAAAADE/9BUDiAYm_jY/s1600-h/m_07feef1ae064ed22fdb5eb61a2281e86.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SCtL5ZNR4LI/AAAAAAAAADE/9BUDiAYm_jY/s200/m_07feef1ae064ed22fdb5eb61a2281e86.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200333644120580274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"a vida passa sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tão apressada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que pouco podes conter&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;os dias são ausentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sabem a nada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se te esqueceres de viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;agarra o teu mundo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acende os lugares&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;onde se escondem os teus sentidos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e não tenhas medo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;se às vezes falhares&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o que importa é o caminho&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que fica&lt;br /&gt;entre achados e perdidos"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;excerto da musica de Mafalda Veiga, Album: Chão, A ouvir pra variar lindo! http://www.mafaldaveiga.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19548223-5040893891125071960?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SCtL5ZNR4LI/AAAAAAAAADE/9BUDiAYm_jY/s72-c/m_07feef1ae064ed22fdb5eb61a2281e86.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-6236919814599811809</id><published>2008-05-06T01:18:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:26:37.967Z</updated><title type='text'>Hipocrisias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SB-kz1xG8DI/AAAAAAAAAC8/RMkjkXNP0HE/s1600-h/amizade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SB-kz1xG8DI/AAAAAAAAAC8/RMkjkXNP0HE/s200/amizade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197053705522180146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" face="arial" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Porque infelizmente ainda há pessoas que não respeitam o próximo, porque ainda há quem olhe apenas para o seu umbigo, porque há Egos sedentos de atenção, porque existem pessoas falsas, porque o mundo está cheia de pessoas invejosas, porque neste mundo existe sempre o reverso da medalha…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Continuam a existir injustiças, mentiras, falsidades, hipocrisias…&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Essas pessoas alimentam-se do mal que fazem aos outros sem perceber que apenas se estão a matar aos poucos…destroem-se por dentro, tecem teias de histórias de faz de conta que às tantas tudo à sua volta é irreal, não passam de meros sonhos, de meras fugas a uma realidade demasiada vazia para ser vivida com amor.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;A todas as pessoas que contribuem para este mundo de hipocrisia e de duas caras saibam que:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;O que é verdadeiro permanece para sempre e o resto são histórias, daquelas que se contam entre dois copos de vinho, um bom jantar, amigos verdadeiros e umas boas gargalhadas… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Por isso digo-vos…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As hipocrisias matam-me, mas disparem à vontade tenho muitas vidas,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sou uma pessoa de verdade não me deixo vencer à primeira, caio e levanto-me, porque vivo a minha vida, aprendendo com os meus erros, vivo com eles vivo a realidade, vivo cheia de Amor para dar a quem o merece porque a vida só tem sentido assim, numa partilha de momentos com pessoas genuínas.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sim, porque elas existem, são poucas é certo, mas existem, a todas elas um grande abraço.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19548223-6236919814599811809?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/6236919814599811809/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=6236919814599811809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/6236919814599811809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/6236919814599811809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2008/05/hipocrisias.html' title='Hipocrisias'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SB-kz1xG8DI/AAAAAAAAAC8/RMkjkXNP0HE/s72-c/amizade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-3970412422795719500</id><published>2008-04-28T22:17:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:26:38.151Z</updated><title type='text'>Psicólogo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SBZFPFxG8CI/AAAAAAAAAC0/rwCysHi2wf8/s1600-h/nenem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SBZFPFxG8CI/AAAAAAAAAC0/rwCysHi2wf8/s200/nenem.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194415345766952994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Naquelas quatro paredes ia deixar cair todas as suas defesas... já estava farto de as erguer para tudo e para todos, estava perdido neste mundo real que lhe parecia cada vez mais hostil...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mágoas atrás de mágoas, queda atrás de queda, insucesso atrás de insucesso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ia deixar tudo ali, ia deitá-los cá para fora, ia contar tudo...Ia abrir o livro dos segredos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ia contar tudo ali aquele estranho, que nunca tinha visto, não sabia quem era, apenas sabia que estava ali para ele... estava ali para o ouvir, para lhe dar a mão caminhar consigo, ajudá-lo a sair da escuridão e encontrar o seu caminho... Estava ali sem preconceitos, sem o julgar...o seu olhar era bem reconfortante, aquele gabinete frio e despido de cor era de repente quente e acolhedor como aquele colo que precisamos tantas vezes...caiu-lhe uma lágrima, ia deixar tudo ali...lágrimas, suspiros e sonhos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Um ser perfeito?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Não, apenas uma profissão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19548223-3970412422795719500?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/3970412422795719500/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=3970412422795719500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/3970412422795719500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/3970412422795719500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2008/04/psiclogo.html' title='Psicólogo'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SBZFPFxG8CI/AAAAAAAAAC0/rwCysHi2wf8/s72-c/nenem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-7319376759088958791</id><published>2008-04-07T22:06:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:26:38.411Z</updated><title type='text'>TEMPO SUSPENSO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/R_qRDjxuuBI/AAAAAAAAACs/bwpTxO86wqM/s1600-h/beijo008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/R_qRDjxuuBI/AAAAAAAAACs/bwpTxO86wqM/s200/beijo008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186617411200006162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Contigo os dias transformam-se em horas, as horas em minutos, os minutos em segundos, os segundos em nada!&lt;br /&gt;Quando estás comigo o tempo passa num piscar de olhos...&lt;br /&gt;Sempre gostei de ter os meus momentos a sós, mas desde que te conheço não preciso de momentos comigo própria, contigo estou comigo, encontro-me em ti....&lt;br /&gt;Encontro-me no teu olhar, no teu sorriso, no teu riso, na tua respiração, no teu toque, no teu beijo...&lt;br /&gt;Encontro-me e reencontro-me em ti...Fazes parte de mim, faço parte de ti...&lt;br /&gt;A tua presença suspende o meu tempo, pára o meu relógio, fecha a minha agenda...&lt;br /&gt;Até já amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19548223-7319376759088958791?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/7319376759088958791/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=7319376759088958791&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/7319376759088958791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/7319376759088958791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2008/04/tempo-suspenso.html' title='TEMPO SUSPENSO'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/R_qRDjxuuBI/AAAAAAAAACs/bwpTxO86wqM/s72-c/beijo008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-8401828706836934971</id><published>2008-03-26T16:18:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-26T16:44:35.570Z</updated><title type='text'>Pessoas especiais</title><content type='html'>Há pessoas que não mudam, há amizades que continuam ao longo do tempo e através da distância...&lt;br /&gt;Há pessoas especiais, e tu és uma delas, uma daquelas pedras preciosas que nos vão aparecendo no caminho da vida....&lt;br /&gt;És um amigo sem igual, uma pessoa leal e verdadeira...&lt;br /&gt;Devido às voltas que a vida dá estamos longe um do outro, mas acredita que sempre que precisei estavas presente e estarei sempre que precisares....&lt;br /&gt;Peço desculpa pelas vezes em que me afastei...quero que saibas que continuas sempre com o teu lugar no meu coração, onde só os bons amigos como tu ficam!&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada por seres quem és, por seres meu amigo. Obrigada por tudo!Obrigada Tiago!&lt;br /&gt;Como forma de agradecimento, dedico-te esta música...espero que gostes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qpVM_az0Zjw&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qpVM_az0Zjw&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19548223-8401828706836934971?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/8401828706836934971/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=8401828706836934971&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/8401828706836934971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/8401828706836934971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2008/03/pessoas-especiais.html' title='Pessoas especiais'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-1562918202891807337</id><published>2008-03-11T21:13:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:26:38.598Z</updated><title type='text'>Até já...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/R9b-Jxxg5CI/AAAAAAAAACk/BSyPjgVH12E/s1600-h/imagen-de-amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/R9b-Jxxg5CI/AAAAAAAAACk/BSyPjgVH12E/s200/imagen-de-amor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176604265642255394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O comboio sai da estação...sinto o meu coração a encolher...uma lágrima no canto do olho...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A despedida foi breve como um "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;até já&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"...odiamos despedidas...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Na minha cabeça passam imagens deste fim de semana contigo...fecho os olhos...saboreio cada recordação como um pedaço de céu...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O teu sorriso, o teu riso, os teus mimos, os teus beijos, a tua presença, o teu abraço...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sorriu...como me fazes feliz com coisas tão simples!... &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O comboio continua veloz...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;És a melhor coisa que me podia ter acontecido na vida, apesar de fisicamente estares longe, estás sempre presente, sempre comigo, sempre disponível, ouves-me horas sem fim, ouves os meus desabafos, as minhas angústias, os meus sonhos....simplesmente ouves-me....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ligamos só para ouvir a voz do outro, percorremos os 300 km que nos separam como quem percorre o caminho da felicidade....a felicidade de amar alguém que nos completa e que nos faz feliz... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Até já meu amor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19548223-1562918202891807337?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/1562918202891807337/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=1562918202891807337&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/1562918202891807337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/1562918202891807337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2008/03/at-j.html' title='Até já...'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/R9b-Jxxg5CI/AAAAAAAAACk/BSyPjgVH12E/s72-c/imagen-de-amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-8529766754927943759</id><published>2008-02-05T19:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:26:38.885Z</updated><title type='text'>Surreal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/R6i9EjAt7VI/AAAAAAAAACc/AeEup94wSJw/s1600-h/465281272_6a44fa7155_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/R6i9EjAt7VI/AAAAAAAAACc/AeEup94wSJw/s200/465281272_6a44fa7155_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163584858595650898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" face="arial" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Chegaste sem eu sequer notar, entraste na minha vida como uma brisa do mar, leve e reconfortante…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" face="arial" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Senti-te chegar…mas não te vi.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" face="arial" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nunca acreditei em contos de fadas, não acreditava em coincidências…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mas tudo na nossa história é tirado a papel químico de um romance…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Desde o encontro, às horas ao telemóvel, ao primeiro beijo, à primeira noite…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tudo acontece com uma sincronia que nos espanta, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quem escreveu esta história?&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo faz sentido desde que estamos juntos, mesmo a distância.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tudo parece &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;surreal&lt;/span&gt;…a confiança que tivemos de imediato um no outro, as frases iguais em simultâneo, os gostos iguais…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mas é tudo bem real quando te toco, quando te beijo, quando te abraço, quando durmo ao teu lado, quando sinto a tua falta…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Fizeste-me ter a certeza que não pedia demais quando imaginava uma pessoa como tu, não estava a sonhar com o impossível!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tiraste-me de um beco sem saída, mostraste-me o caminho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Devolveste-me os meus sonhos, os meus sorrisos, a minha vida…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Acalmaste o meu coração, secaste as minhas lágrimas…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Contigo alcancei uma serenidade nunca alcançada…um amar sem ter receios, nem preconceitos... amar só por amar, sem esperar nada em troca.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Esta serenidade não me deixa, mesmo nos maus momentos do meu dia, penso em ti e aparece um sorriso nos meus lábios, sei que existes para mim, sei que também pensas em mim, sei que somos o mundo um do outro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Obrigado por teres aparecido na minha vida, adoro-te és tudo para mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19548223-8529766754927943759?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/8529766754927943759/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=8529766754927943759&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/8529766754927943759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/8529766754927943759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2008/02/surreal.html' title='Surreal'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/R6i9EjAt7VI/AAAAAAAAACc/AeEup94wSJw/s72-c/465281272_6a44fa7155_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-6521411200185934300</id><published>2008-01-26T21:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-26T21:18:04.651Z</updated><title type='text'>Boa Sorte /Good Luck</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;Isto é tudo o que te quero dizer:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;É só isso&lt;br /&gt;Não tem mais jeito&lt;br /&gt;Acabou, boa sorte!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho o que dizer&lt;br /&gt;São só palavras&lt;br /&gt;E o que eu sinto&lt;br /&gt;Não mudará&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que quer me dar&lt;br /&gt;É demais&lt;br /&gt;É pesado&lt;br /&gt;Não há paz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que quer de mim&lt;br /&gt;Irreais&lt;br /&gt;Expectativas&lt;br /&gt;Desleais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it&lt;br /&gt;There's no way&lt;br /&gt;It's over, Good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've nothing left to say&lt;br /&gt;It’s only words&lt;br /&gt;And what l feel&lt;br /&gt;Won’t change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que quer me dar / Everything you want to give me&lt;br /&gt;É demais / It's too much&lt;br /&gt;É pesado / It’s heavy&lt;br /&gt;Não há paz / There is no peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que quer de mim / All you want from me&lt;br /&gt;Irreais / Isn’t real&lt;br /&gt;Expectativas /expectations&lt;br /&gt;Desleais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo se segure&lt;br /&gt;Quero que se cure&lt;br /&gt;Dessa pessoa&lt;br /&gt;Que o aconselha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há um desencontro&lt;br /&gt;Veja por esse ponto&lt;br /&gt;Há tantas pessoas especiais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now even if you hold yourself&lt;br /&gt;I want you to get cured&lt;br /&gt;From this person&lt;br /&gt;Who advises you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a disconnection&lt;br /&gt;See through this point of view&lt;br /&gt;There are so many special people in the world&lt;br /&gt;So many special people in the world, in the world&lt;br /&gt;All you want&lt;br /&gt;All you want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que quer me dar / Everything you want to give me&lt;br /&gt;É demais / It's too much&lt;br /&gt;É pesado / It's heavy&lt;br /&gt;Não há paz / There's no peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que quer de mim / All you want from me&lt;br /&gt;Irreais / isn’t real&lt;br /&gt;Expectativas / That expectations&lt;br /&gt;Desleais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we're falling, falling, falling , falling into the night, into the night&lt;br /&gt;Falling, falling, falling, falling into the night&lt;br /&gt;Um bom encontro é de dois&lt;br /&gt;Now we're falling, falling, falling , falling into the night, into the night&lt;br /&gt;Falling, falling, falling, falling into the night&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y8dQP5srrGk&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y8dQP5srrGk&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19548223-6521411200185934300?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/6521411200185934300/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=6521411200185934300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/6521411200185934300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/6521411200185934300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2008/01/boa-sorte-good-luck.html' title='Boa Sorte /Good Luck'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-3670535215531900562</id><published>2008-01-19T16:47:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:26:39.080Z</updated><title type='text'>Onde me leva a mudança?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/R5IpuRu5czI/AAAAAAAAACM/MgUEwwEBXOE/s1600-h/102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/R5IpuRu5czI/AAAAAAAAACM/MgUEwwEBXOE/s200/102.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157230398303466290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sento-me na areia, fixo o mar e não penso…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hoje preciso não pensar…Observo as ondas, as nuvens, a areia…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Observo como tudo vai mudando a minha volta…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Será que mudou ou será que fui eu que mudei?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Quando escrevi o último texto mal sabia eu que a minha vida estava prestes a mudar…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Realmente a mudança quando tem de existir, impõe-se.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Num mês a minha vida mudou, deu uma volta…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Onde me leva essa volta? Não sei…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sei que me encontro perante o desconhecido, perante a incerteza do futuro…por minutos penso em recuar para o conforto do que já é conhecido…mas apercebo-me que é tarde demais…já nada será como era…tenho de seguir em frente…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Na vida há pessoas especiais que ficam guardadas no coração, pessoas com quem partilhamos momentos, sentimentos mas que com a vida e os anos mudam, se diluem…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Afastamo-nos sem darmos por isso, é a vida…Ninguém tem culpa…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Agora resta-me ir acompanhando o ritmo frenético que a minha vida alcançou…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Abrindo os braços ao que a vida me vai trazendo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;sempre com um grande sorriso….&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/19548223-3670535215531900562?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/3670535215531900562/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=3670535215531900562&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/3670535215531900562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/3670535215531900562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2008/01/onde-me-leva-mudana.html' title='Onde me leva a mudança?'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/R5IpuRu5czI/AAAAAAAAACM/MgUEwwEBXOE/s72-c/102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-6947233636860077755</id><published>2007-11-23T22:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:26:39.496Z</updated><title type='text'>mudanças...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/R0db39oCC4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/7oB1OtrmHHE/s1600-h/93.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/R0db39oCC4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/7oB1OtrmHHE/s200/93.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136174917032741762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes é preciso abraçar a mudança. Mudar porque a vida assim nos exige. Deixar os nossos pontos de referência... abraçar o desconhecido...&lt;br /&gt;Mas a mudança nem sempre é vivida da melhor forma. Há aquelas que mexem com o nosso mundo intimo, com os nossos sentimentos mais profundos...aquelas que nos arrancam o coração e o desfazem em mil pedaços, obrigando-nos a cola-lo com lágrimas...&lt;br /&gt;Muitas vezes resistimos à mudança, lutamos contra ela. Não queremos abandonar o conforto do que já nos é familiar... mas mais cedo ou mais tarde descobrimos que quer queiramos quer não ela tem de acontecer, ela ganha sempre...&lt;br /&gt;Este é um ano de mudança...por isso não resistirei!vou esperá-la de braços abertos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19548223-6947233636860077755?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/6947233636860077755/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=6947233636860077755&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/6947233636860077755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/6947233636860077755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2007/11/mudanas.html' title='mudanças...'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/R0db39oCC4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/7oB1OtrmHHE/s72-c/93.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-3787391210699075328</id><published>2007-10-18T22:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:26:39.649Z</updated><title type='text'>Areia nos meus sapatos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/RxfYR1WvdII/AAAAAAAAABs/w33l0rO75_I/s1600-h/pes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/RxfYR1WvdII/AAAAAAAAABs/w33l0rO75_I/s200/pes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122800902049068162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ainda tenho areia nos meus sapatos. Daquela areia que fica depois de momentos ou pessoas nos marcarem para sempre. Há dias em que nem a sinto, não me perturba na minha caminhada. Mas há outros em que a areia teima em se fazer sentir, magoa até fazer ferida. Tento em vão sacudir toda a areia que há nos meus sapatos mas esta teima em ficar. Esta dificulta a minha caminhada, cada passo torna-se uma tortura...Paro, sento-me no chão, tento acalmar a dor que me consome...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Alguém me toca no ombro...és tu...ao ver-te a dor abranda...bem vês as feridas que tenho nos pés e a areia que teima em não sair dos meus sapatos mas não perguntas porquê.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Apenas te sentas ao meu lado em silêncio, sabes que estou a sofrer e respeitas isso, sabes que a tua presença é apenas o essencial, sabes que poderias pegar-me ao colo e caminhar por mim mas não o fazes, pois também sabes que isso me iria impedir de crescer. Ficas comigo o tempo que for preciso até a dor desaparecer e a areia voltar a não ser sentida .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sabes o que penso enquanto te olho nos olhos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;O que será de mim sem ti?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19548223-3787391210699075328?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/3787391210699075328/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=3787391210699075328&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/3787391210699075328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/3787391210699075328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2007/10/areia-nos-meus-sapatos.html' title='Areia nos meus sapatos'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/RxfYR1WvdII/AAAAAAAAABs/w33l0rO75_I/s72-c/pes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-4342950683723834069</id><published>2007-09-10T11:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:26:39.902Z</updated><title type='text'>Valor real</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/RuUdqikSl-I/AAAAAAAAABk/-RpTI9Vez-4/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/RuUdqikSl-I/AAAAAAAAABk/-RpTI9Vez-4/s200/13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108521968992425954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Realmente só damos valor às pessoas ou à nossa vida  quando algo nos afasta da nossa rotina. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hoje sei que realmente me fazes falta, sei o quanto vales para mim. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Também percebi o quanto gosto da minha rotina, da cidade onde vivo, das pequenas coisas que faço todos os dias. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;São apenas rituais que criei como qualquer outra pessoa, pequenos pedaços de conforto pessoal. Mas gosto deles e sem eles sinto-me perdida. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hoje olho para a minha vida de uma outra perspectiva. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Não procuro ver o que não existe. Não procuro ilusões perdidas.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Procuro sim, admirar todas as pequenas coisas que fazem o meu dia. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Transformo assim um simples sorriso num tesouro sem igual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19548223-4342950683723834069?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/4342950683723834069/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=4342950683723834069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/4342950683723834069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/4342950683723834069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2007/09/valor-real.html' title='Valor real'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/RuUdqikSl-I/AAAAAAAAABk/-RpTI9Vez-4/s72-c/13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-2640152643922232449</id><published>2007-07-07T22:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:26:40.200Z</updated><title type='text'>Paixão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/RpAKS-SyZsI/AAAAAAAAABU/JnPp-oDsp6c/s1600-h/928811138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/RpAKS-SyZsI/AAAAAAAAABU/JnPp-oDsp6c/s200/928811138.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084575300377011906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu já perdoei erros imperdoáveis, tentei substituir pessoas insubstituíveis e esquecer pessoas inesquecíveis. Já fiz coisas por impulso,  já me decepcionei com pessoas com as quais nunca me pensei decepcionar, mas também já decepcionei alguém. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Já abracei para proteger, ri quando não podia, fiz amigos eternos, amei e fui amado, mas também já fui rejeitado, fui amado e não amei. Já gritei e pulei de tanta felicidade, já vivi de amor e fiz juras eternas! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Já chorei a ouvir música e a ver fotos, já telefonei só para ouvir uma voz, apaixonei-me por um sorriso, já pensei que fosse morrer de tanta saudade e tive medo de perder alguém especial (e acabei por perder)! Mas vivi! E ainda vivo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bom é ir à luta com determinação, abraçar a vida com Paixão, perder com classe e vencer com ousadia, porque o mundo pertence a quem se atreve e a vida vale demais para ser insignificante!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie Chaplin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19548223-2640152643922232449?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/2640152643922232449/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=2640152643922232449&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/2640152643922232449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/2640152643922232449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2007/07/paixo.html' title='Paixão'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/RpAKS-SyZsI/AAAAAAAAABU/JnPp-oDsp6c/s72-c/928811138.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-4882589211870353719</id><published>2007-06-09T23:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:26:40.356Z</updated><title type='text'>saudades</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/Rms1g5vkt1I/AAAAAAAAABM/5rLeRdEJHz4/s1600-h/722057465_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/Rms1g5vkt1I/AAAAAAAAABM/5rLeRdEJHz4/s200/722057465_small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074208244535441234" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho saudades vossas.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho saudades dos nossos passeios simples, divertidos e únicos.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho saudades dos sorrisos, risos e abraços.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho saudades dos nossos segredos.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho saudades das nossas brincadeiras, partidas e afins.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho saudades dos nossos pactos.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho saudades daqueles olhares, daqueles abraços, daqueles beijos.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho saudades das nossas histórias contadas ao cair da noite.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho saudades daquela teimosia tão nossa.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho saudades vossas, tenho saudades nossas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero ansiosamente o dia do nosso reencontro...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19548223-4882589211870353719?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/4882589211870353719/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=4882589211870353719&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/4882589211870353719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/4882589211870353719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2007/06/saudades.html' title='saudades'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/Rms1g5vkt1I/AAAAAAAAABM/5rLeRdEJHz4/s72-c/722057465_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-6143369065858498927</id><published>2007-05-21T22:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:26:40.638Z</updated><title type='text'>Brevidade de um momento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/RlINwyvrqHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/CkE3gme5cSE/s1600-h/sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/RlINwyvrqHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/CkE3gme5cSE/s200/sunset.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067127662651877490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada momento é breve. Mesmos os maus momentos passam em segundos...não nos parece mas são...Todo o momento deixa a sua marca em nós...umas vezes mais funda outras mais superficial mas deixa...por serem tão breves devemos aproveitá-los todos...pois nunca sabemos o que o dia de amanha nos poderá trazer...nem sempre são boas marés, por isso é importante aproveitar os bons momentos junto daquele conjunto mínimo de pessoas que são o nosso mundo,aquelas por quem respiramos todos os dias, aquelas por quem lutamos sempre que for preciso, aquelas que lembramos sempre com muita ternura e amor...aproveitar o momento é preciso!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19548223-6143369065858498927?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/6143369065858498927/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=6143369065858498927&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/6143369065858498927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/6143369065858498927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2007/05/brevidade-de-um-momento.html' title='Brevidade de um momento'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/RlINwyvrqHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/CkE3gme5cSE/s72-c/sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-5916252787325140594</id><published>2007-05-07T20:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:26:40.915Z</updated><title type='text'>PARABENS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/Rj99-TZY21I/AAAAAAAAAAo/jT3ELjgq5Ag/s1600-h/kix.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/Rj99-TZY21I/AAAAAAAAAAo/jT3ELjgq5Ag/s200/kix.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061903015499848530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns meu amor,&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns por seres como és,&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns por me fazeres sempre rir,&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns por seres o meu pedaço de céu neste mundo,&lt;br /&gt;Por isto e muito mais... Parabéns!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dos teus 22 anitos, 5 foram passados na minha companhia...&lt;br /&gt;5 anos de cumplicidade e de paixão,&lt;br /&gt;5 anos com um pouco de tudo o que a vida teve para nos dar,&lt;br /&gt;Desejo-te felicidades pela vida fora na minha companhia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste dia... Parabéns a Ti, Parabéns a Nós :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMO-TE MUITO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19548223-5916252787325140594?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/5916252787325140594/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=5916252787325140594&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/5916252787325140594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/5916252787325140594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2007/05/parabens.html' title='PARABENS'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/Rj99-TZY21I/AAAAAAAAAAo/jT3ELjgq5Ag/s72-c/kix.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-6885802123538930980</id><published>2007-05-06T23:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T23:29:21.461+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia da mãe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Dia da mãe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;um dia apenas no ano, um presente, um beijo, um carinho....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Injustiça é de certeza, dia da mãe devia ser todos os dias,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;a própria palavra MAE é injusta, tem 3 letrinhas só, para descrever um ser tão belo e tão grande.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Obrigada mãe por seres como és, Obrigada por tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Adoro-te... e dia da mãe não é um mas sim são todos os dias!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19548223-6885802123538930980?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/6885802123538930980/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=6885802123538930980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/6885802123538930980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/6885802123538930980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2007/05/dia-da-me.html' title='Dia da mãe'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-4540451252580319202</id><published>2007-04-27T23:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:26:41.158Z</updated><title type='text'>Correr a vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/RjKDNjZY20I/AAAAAAAAAAg/svyyIIv19vU/s1600-h/relog2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/RjKDNjZY20I/AAAAAAAAAAg/svyyIIv19vU/s200/relog2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058249600353753922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O mundo corre, gira sobre si mesmo, nasce o sol, nasce a lua... dias passam...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As pessoas em meu redor andam  apressadas, correm atrás do Tempo...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tempo que por sua vez corre à frente delas à velocidade da luz ...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As pessoas que passam por mim parecem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;"correr a vida"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eu não corro, eu não ando apressada... Ando devagar, diria mesmo muito devagar... &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hoje, não sei porquê, sinto-me bem em mim. Sinto-me calma, sinto-me em sintonia comigo, raro momento este... Ando devagar, com medo que este momento se escape, por entre o Tempo...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sinto-me como espectadora de um filme...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E observo o que "corre" à minha volta, não tenho pressa, não tenho horários a cumprir...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;... Não tenho ninguém à minha espera... Adio o momento de voltar... Aqui estou bem... no meio de uma multidão... no meio de ninguém...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19548223-4540451252580319202?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/4540451252580319202/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=4540451252580319202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/4540451252580319202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/4540451252580319202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2007/04/correr-vida.html' title='Correr a vida'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/RjKDNjZY20I/AAAAAAAAAAg/svyyIIv19vU/s72-c/relog2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-8493421890266039293</id><published>2007-04-12T11:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:26:41.401Z</updated><title type='text'>Hoje foste embora</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/Rh4QfBkaTvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RPxDwAOhYMk/s1600-h/louco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 219px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/Rh4QfBkaTvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RPxDwAOhYMk/s320/louco.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052493957139418866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hoje foste embora,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Não vais voltar…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Olho para a porta fechada na esperança que ela se volte a abrir,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Que voltes, que desistas de ir…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mas os minutos passam… as horas… os dias&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;E continuo ali a olhar para a porta fechada…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Será que sabes que o meu mundo parou no tempo?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Será que sabes que a almofada ainda tem o teu cheiro?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Será que sabes que ainda estou aqui a tua espera?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Será que sentes este vazio?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oiço uma voz ao longe,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ela chama por mim…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Aumenta de volume…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Abro os olhos… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;As tuas coisas estão aqui…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tu estás aqui…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tu nunca foste embora sem intenção de voltar…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Foi apenas o medo de te perder,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Que transformou esta tua ausência,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Num delírio…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Abraço-te como se tivesses partido à meses…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;(Apenas tinhas saído à 10 minutos)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19548223-8493421890266039293?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/8493421890266039293/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=8493421890266039293&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/8493421890266039293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/8493421890266039293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2007/04/hoje-foste-embora.html' title='Hoje foste embora'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/Rh4QfBkaTvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RPxDwAOhYMk/s72-c/louco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-3103224102702255254</id><published>2007-04-05T19:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T19:12:29.529+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando (já nada é intacto)</title><content type='html'>Qdo já nada é intacto&lt;br /&gt;Qdo td na vida vem em pedaços&lt;br /&gt;E por dentro me rebenta um mar&lt;br /&gt;Qdo a cidade alucina&lt;br /&gt;Num luar de néon e de neblina&lt;br /&gt;E me eskeço de sonhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qdo há klk coisa k sufoca&lt;br /&gt;E os dias são iguais a outros dias&lt;br /&gt;E por dentro o tempo é tão voraz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qdo de repente num segundo&lt;br /&gt;Klk coisa me vira do avesso&lt;br /&gt;E desfaz cada certeza do meu mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qdo o sopro de uma jura&lt;br /&gt;Faz balançar os dias&lt;br /&gt;Qdo os sonhos contaminam&lt;br /&gt;Os medos e os cansaços&lt;br /&gt;Qdo ainda me desarma&lt;br /&gt;A tua companhia&lt;br /&gt;E td o k a vida faz&lt;br /&gt;Em mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qdo o dia recomeça&lt;br /&gt;E a noite ainda te prende nos seus braços&lt;br /&gt;E por dentro te rebenta um mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qdo a cidade te esconde&lt;br /&gt;E o silêncio é o fundo das palavras&lt;br /&gt;Que te eskeces de gritar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De Mafalda Veiga in &lt;em&gt;Na Alma e Na Pele&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19548223-3103224102702255254?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/3103224102702255254/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=3103224102702255254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/3103224102702255254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/3103224102702255254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2007/04/quando-j-nada-intacto.html' title='Quando (já nada é intacto)'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-3497777041691294387</id><published>2007-03-22T23:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-23T00:09:04.158Z</updated><title type='text'>Incertezas...</title><content type='html'>Há tantas coisas que nos aproximam, mas ao mesmo tempo há outras tantas que nos afastam...&lt;br /&gt;Gostava de olhar para ti nos olhos e ver neles a resposta para todas as minhas incertezas...gostava de no teu sorriso ver o futuro...&lt;br /&gt;Mas agora quando olho só vejo os teus olhos, só vejo o teu sorriso...podia lutar, remar contra a maré do tempo...mas estou cansada, descobri que não sou do tipo de lutar...&lt;br /&gt;Aonde nos leva a vida? Aonde nos leva o tempo? Traz sorrisos, traz lágrimas?&lt;br /&gt;não sei...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19548223-3497777041691294387?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/3497777041691294387/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=3497777041691294387&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/3497777041691294387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/3497777041691294387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2007/03/incertezas.html' title='Incertezas...'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-284665696271426869</id><published>2007-03-06T23:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:26:41.801Z</updated><title type='text'>Parar para viver...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/Re4EJV192KI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7TH-94JKtOI/s1600-h/spring_blossoms_s_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038969591602993314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/Re4EJV192KI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7TH-94JKtOI/s320/spring_blossoms_s_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A chuva cai no chão, rodopia com o vento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fico ali parada a olhar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O meu olhar percorre cada gota de chuva, cada flor, cada árvore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Respiro fundo, sinto o cheiro a terra molhada...adoro este cheiro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O sol brilha bem alto no céu azul, aconchega-me com o seu calor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fico ali parada a olhar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O meu olhar percorre o horizonte, que luminosidade, que azul magnifico...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Respiro fundo, sinto a vida que paira no ar... adoro senti-la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O vento sopra suavemente, acaricia-me o rosto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fico ali parada a senti-lo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O meu olhar percorre a paisagem que me rodeia, tudo balança ao ritmo do vento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Respiro fundo, sinto este ar fresco... adoro-o faz me sentir viva!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Estes são apenas momentos em que decido parar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Paro para sentir a natureza,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Paro para observar tudo o que de belo existe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Paro para relembrar como é bom viver neste mundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Paro apenas para viver!&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/19548223-284665696271426869?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/284665696271426869/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=284665696271426869&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/284665696271426869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/284665696271426869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2007/03/parar-para-viver.html' title='Parar para viver...'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/Re4EJV192KI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7TH-94JKtOI/s72-c/spring_blossoms_s_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-116459869855644232</id><published>2007-02-28T01:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-28T01:20:36.303Z</updated><title type='text'>Only when I sleep....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3278/1813/1600/249511/louco.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3278/1813/320/605451/louco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Luto com todas as minha forças, não quero dormir, não quero fechar os olhos, não quero sequer parar para pensar...&lt;br /&gt;Se paro, se penso, se fecho os olhos, se durmo.... Dói...&lt;br /&gt;Tudo traz o teu nome, tudo traz o teu cheiro, tudo traz a tua marca... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os meus olhos fecham-se... deixei-me vencer... aqui estou eu ao teu lado, aqui estamos nós onde o tempo parou... naquele momento... apenas nós...&lt;br /&gt;Acordo confusa como se regressasse de outro mundo ....&lt;br /&gt;Porque é que isto não desaparece? Porque é que voltas a cada fechar de olhos?&lt;br /&gt;eu sei...&lt;br /&gt;Os sentimentos não se evaporam...&lt;br /&gt;apenas se diluem no tempo, na distância, adormecem à espera de um sinal para voltar à superficie, encher o nosso coração... e parar o tempo por um momento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19548223-116459869855644232?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/116459869855644232/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=116459869855644232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/116459869855644232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/116459869855644232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2007/02/only-when-i-sleep.html' title='Only when I sleep....'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-117089465035379836</id><published>2007-02-08T00:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-08T00:30:50.366Z</updated><title type='text'>Fechar os olhos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3278/1813/1600/452237/t-triste.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3278/1813/320/591946/t-triste.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes gosto de fechar os olhos, suspender a vida por uns minutos…&lt;br /&gt;Deixar-me voar para outras paragens…outros mundos… sem a maldade e a ironia do nosso…a vida magoa-nos…tantas vezes…dói...&lt;br /&gt;Dói menos quando suspendo a vida por instantes… por segundos deixo de ser, deixo de sentir o que não quero sentir…&lt;br /&gt;Tenho saudades tuas…mas não as posso ter…não posso, não devo…&lt;br /&gt;Fecho os olhos para voltar a suspender a vida…&lt;br /&gt;Os teus olhos… o teu sorriso…a tua voz…persegues-me até na suspensão do meu ser…&lt;br /&gt;Maldição! Aumento o volume da música, tento concentrar-me na letra…&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-as a crescer…não posso! Não quero!...tarde de mais…uma fonte nasceu nos meus olhos…Tenho saudades tuas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19548223-117089465035379836?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/117089465035379836/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=117089465035379836&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/117089465035379836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/117089465035379836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2007/02/fechar-os-olhos.html' title='Fechar os olhos...'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-116821952116923102</id><published>2007-01-08T01:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-08T01:28:19.563Z</updated><title type='text'>Eu queria apenas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3278/1813/1600/819671/sem%20t??tulo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" height="220" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3278/1813/320/19525/sem%20t%3F%3Ftulo.jpg" width="298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Os meus dias decorrem na sua normalidade… de dias que são apenas dias…preenchidos de tarefas e de horários…de ter que fazer…de ter que estar…a rotina repete-se vezes sem conta, parecendo sempre o mesmo filme…olhares vazios, perdidos no tempo e no espaço, sem norte… também se deixaram ir nesta rotina infernal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho saudades de cruzar um olhar que me preencha, de ouvir uma voz que reconheça ao primeiro som, de sentir um toque que me faça estremecer…procuro-te todos os dias no meio da multidão…pensando que talvez o mundo insista de novo em nos juntar…mas não… ele insiste em nos afastar…cada vez mais…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez… se te tivesse conhecido noutro tempo, noutra vida, noutra dimensão…&lt;br /&gt;Talvez… se te tivesse visto uns anos mais tarde…&lt;br /&gt;Talvez… se as coisas tivessem sido diferentes…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero-te ver…quero falar contigo…quero saber de ti…quero que saibas de mim…&lt;br /&gt;Quero-te dizer ao ouvido que estou pronta “&lt;em&gt;Leva-me contigo…”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero-me deixar levar, sem medos nem preconceitos… apenas deixar-me levar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixar estes dias que são apenas dias, torná-los em dias que são &lt;strong&gt;Dias&lt;/strong&gt;, repletos de emoções, de histórias… sem horários, sem tarefas, sem ter que fazer, sem ter que estar…&lt;br /&gt;Só estar por querer estar, só fazer por querer fazer… sem rotinas, nem olhares vazios…&lt;br /&gt;Só queria que o mundo nos voltasse a cruzar… nem que fosse apenas por um dia…&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria apenas te cruzar…&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/19548223-116821952116923102?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/116821952116923102/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=116821952116923102&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/116821952116923102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/116821952116923102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2007/01/eu-queria-apenas.html' title='Eu queria apenas...'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-116519360031033558</id><published>2006-12-04T00:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-04T00:53:20.323Z</updated><title type='text'>Fragmentos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3278/1813/1600/817521/cabe??a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3278/1813/320/997788/cabe%3F%3Fa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;olho para as peças espalhadas pelo chão...pedaços de mim dispersos...sinto o vazio...o vazio de não me sentir...perdi-me... descobri que sou feita de vidro quando pensava que era de aço...à minima queda parto-me em mil pedaços...procuro a peça para começar esta reconstrução...não a encontro...deixo-me assim ficar... espalhada pela chão... fragmentada em mil pedaços... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Será que conseguirei voltar a colar todos os pedaços do meu ser???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19548223-116519360031033558?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/116519360031033558/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=116519360031033558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/116519360031033558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/116519360031033558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2006/12/fragmentos.html' title='Fragmentos...'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-116354313262403961</id><published>2006-11-14T22:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T22:25:32.633Z</updated><title type='text'>SOU EU....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3278/1813/1600/harpa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3278/1813/320/harpa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Quem te vê partir, quem te vê voltar?&lt;br /&gt;Quem chama por ti antes de chegar?&lt;br /&gt;Quem te conta histórias para adormecer?&lt;br /&gt;Quem te acorda antes do sol nascer?&lt;br /&gt;Sou eu...&lt;br /&gt;Sou eu...&lt;br /&gt;Quem te fala de viagens sempre á aventura?&lt;br /&gt;Quem te põe em verso, como uma pintura?&lt;br /&gt;Quem te vê perder, quem te vê ganhar?&lt;br /&gt;Quem fica com frio se não te esperar?&lt;br /&gt;Sou eu...&lt;br /&gt;Sou eu...&lt;br /&gt;Sou eu com a mão perdida no teu cabelo&lt;br /&gt;E a voz esquecida no teu tornozelo&lt;br /&gt;Sou eu...&lt;br /&gt;A falta que me fazes...&lt;br /&gt;A falta que me fazes...&lt;br /&gt;A falta que me fazes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Susana Félix - Sou Eu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19548223-116354313262403961?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/116354313262403961/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=116354313262403961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/116354313262403961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/116354313262403961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2006/11/sou-eu.html' title='SOU EU....'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-116002083529423079</id><published>2006-10-05T04:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T05:00:35.330+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing in my way</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3278/1813/1600/041210_417_ballerina-tm_1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3278/1813/320/041210_417_ballerina-tm_1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A turning tide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lovers at a great divide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Why d'you laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When I know that you hurt inside?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And why'd you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"It's just another day,nothing in my way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't wanna go, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't wanna stay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So there's nothing left to say?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And why'd you lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When you wanna die, when you hurt inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't know what you lie for anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now there's nothing left to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A tell-tale sign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You don't know where to draw the line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And why'd you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"It's just another day, nothing in my way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't wanna go, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't wanna stay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So there's nothing left to say"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And why'd you lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When you wanna die, when you hurt inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't know what you lie for anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now there's nothing left to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well for a lonely soul, you're having such a nice time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For a lonely soul, you're having such a nice time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For a lonely soul, it seems to me that you're having such a nice time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You're having such a nice time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For a lonely soul, you're having such a nice time (Just another day, nothing in my way)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For a lonely soul, you're having such a nice time (I don't wanna go I don't wanna stay)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For a lonely soul, it seems to me that you're having such a nice time (Just another day, nothing in my way)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You're having such a nice time (Don't know what you lie for anyway)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;letra e musica: Keane - Under the Iron Sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19548223-116002083529423079?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/116002083529423079/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=116002083529423079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/116002083529423079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/116002083529423079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2006/10/nothing-in-my-way.html' title='Nothing in my way'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-115931544605399397</id><published>2006-09-27T00:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T01:04:06.066+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Flutuo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3278/1813/1600/agua7.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3278/1813/320/agua7.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Flutuo, consigo deslindar o meu gosto sem esforço&lt;br /&gt;Balanço é o que a maré me dá e eu não contesto&lt;br /&gt;O meu destino, está fora de mim e eu aceito&lt;br /&gt;Sou eu, despida de medos e culpas confesso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu vou fingir que não vou voltar&lt;br /&gt;Despeço-me do que mais quero&lt;br /&gt;Só para não te ouvir dizer que as coisas vão mudar amanhã&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flutuo, consigo deslindar o meu gosto sem esforço&lt;br /&gt;Balanço é o que a maré me dá e eu não contesto&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã pensar nisso sempre me dá mais jeito&lt;br /&gt;Fazer de mim pretérito mais que perfeito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu vou fingir que não vou voltar&lt;br /&gt;Despeço-me do que mais quero&lt;br /&gt;Só para não te ouvir dizer que as coisas vão mudar amanhã&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu vou fugir para não me dar&lt;br /&gt;À vontade de ser tua&lt;br /&gt;Só para não te ouvir dizer que as coisas vão mudar amanhã&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã, amanhã&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flutuo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letra e Música Susana Félix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19548223-115931544605399397?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/115931544605399397/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=115931544605399397&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/115931544605399397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/115931544605399397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2006/09/flutuo.html' title='Flutuo...'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-115801109102637741</id><published>2006-09-10T01:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T22:44:51.080+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Estrelas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3278/1813/1600/etoile-1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3278/1813/200/etoile-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hoje duas estrelas partiram...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Foram apenas duas estrelas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas o meu céu ficou escuro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hoje duas estrelas partiram...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Foram apenas duas estrelas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas o meu céu ficou vazio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nunca pensei que sentisse tanto a sua falta... o meu céu ja não é mesmo... faltam as suas luzes, faltam as suas presenças... É um vazio... faltam aqueles sorrisos, aquelas gargalhadas, aqueles abraços, aqueles beijos, aqueles mimos, aqueles olhares que acalmam qualquer tempestade... faltam as discussões, os gritos, os choros, as tristezas para consolar... faltam as perguntas sobre o mundo, sobre a vida, sobre tudo e sobre nada... faltam as brincadeiras sem fim, os mundos de fantasias onde tudo é possivel...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hoje duas estrelas partiram...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Foram apenas duas estrelas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas o meu céu ficou a chorar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque o meu céu eram essas duas estrelas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19548223-115801109102637741?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/115801109102637741/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=115801109102637741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/115801109102637741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/115801109102637741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2006/09/estrelas.html' title='Estrelas'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-115282768593142014</id><published>2006-07-13T22:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T22:56:14.980+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Livros...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3278/1813/1600/fada1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px" height="268" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3278/1813/320/fada1.jpg" width="272" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O passado é um livro fechado,&lt;br /&gt;Que só deveríamos abrir,&lt;br /&gt;Para os bons momentos recordar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abro esse livro pesado,&lt;br /&gt;Todos as recordações a fugir,&lt;br /&gt;Em meu redor a flutuar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Página a página tudo está gravado,&lt;br /&gt;Que vontade me dá de rir,&lt;br /&gt;Que vontade me dá de chorar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O futuro é um livro aberto,&lt;br /&gt;Com páginas em branco,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo ainda está por escrever…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Está aqui tão perto,&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos que tranco,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que gostava de viver…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Página a página nada está gravado,&lt;br /&gt;Que vontade me dá de sorrir,&lt;br /&gt;Que vontade me dá de abraçar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…O que ainda não existe e o que já existiu… tudo isso sou eu, tudo é meu e só meu…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Este poema é dedicado às fantastic5 que todos os nossos sonhos se realizem!&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/19548223-115282768593142014?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/115282768593142014/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=115282768593142014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/115282768593142014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/115282768593142014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2006/07/livros.html' title='Livros...'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-115170388444600962</id><published>2006-06-30T22:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T22:44:44.456+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Percorro-me….</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3278/1813/1600/322067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" height="201" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3278/1813/320/322067.jpg" width="314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasce o sol no horizonte…&lt;br /&gt;Caminho num passo apressado…&lt;br /&gt;Estou atrasada…&lt;br /&gt;Entro no comboio… ponho-me a ouvir musica…&lt;br /&gt;Fecho os olhos e deixo me ir na melodia…&lt;br /&gt;Viajo entre pensamentos e recordações…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abro os olhos…&lt;br /&gt;Vejo pessoas a sair outras a entrar,&lt;br /&gt;Umas sentadas umas em pé, umas tristes outras felizes…&lt;br /&gt;Tou rodeada de gente…&lt;br /&gt;Mas ironicamente percebo que estou mais só que sozinha…&lt;br /&gt;Estou limitada a mim própria,&lt;br /&gt;Este pensamento deixa-me reticente…&lt;br /&gt;Será que me conheço mesmo?&lt;br /&gt;Será que consigo estar comigo própria?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez estes receios todos não sejam mais do que a certeza que estou perdida…&lt;br /&gt;Perdida na imensidão do meu ser…&lt;br /&gt;Como voltar a casa? Como me encontrar de novo?&lt;br /&gt;Percorro-me….&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos, recordações, amizades, amor…&lt;br /&gt;Desisto é demasiado grande,&lt;br /&gt;Fico então perdida…&lt;br /&gt;À espera que um dia alguém me mostre o caminho...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19548223-115170388444600962?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/115170388444600962/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=115170388444600962&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/115170388444600962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/115170388444600962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2006/06/percorro-me.html' title='Percorro-me….'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-115048990611072179</id><published>2006-06-16T21:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T21:33:20.393+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3278/1813/1600/Desperta-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" height="258" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3278/1813/320/Desperta-thumb.jpg" width="290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sente a brisa desta madrugada…&lt;br /&gt;Sente o cheiro do mar…&lt;br /&gt;Sente este olhar…&lt;br /&gt;Sente este sorriso…&lt;br /&gt;Sente esta lágrima…&lt;br /&gt;Sente este abraço…&lt;br /&gt;Sente o calor desta presença…&lt;br /&gt;Sente … a certeza…&lt;br /&gt;De que aquilo que nos une é diferente, é pessoal, é natural, transcende-nos…&lt;br /&gt;Ultrapassa todas as barreiras e todos os sentimentos…&lt;br /&gt;Sorri… sabes que o teu reflexo existe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apesar da distância que nos separa, nada nos afasta, sentimos o respirar do outro, a lágrima, o abraço, a presença… tudo isto num simples fechar de olhos…&lt;br /&gt;Porque simplesmente existimos um para o outro…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19548223-115048990611072179?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/115048990611072179/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=115048990611072179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/115048990611072179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/115048990611072179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2006/06/sente.html' title='Sente'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-114929392426485577</id><published>2006-06-03T00:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T22:49:38.403+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Todo o tempo do mundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3278/1813/1600/310748-200x500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3278/1813/320/310748-200x500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje fechei os livros, desliguei a tv, o tlm e o pc...&lt;br /&gt;O que tenho para fazer posso fazer depois...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje fechei as janelas, as portas...&lt;br /&gt;Apenas abri o meu coração para ti...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje tenho todo o tempo do mundo para ti...&lt;br /&gt;Podes vir com um abraço,&lt;br /&gt;Podes vir sem nada,&lt;br /&gt;Tens em mim o teu espaço...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje dedico me a ti...&lt;br /&gt;Pois o tempo corre, torna nos mais serios, mais orgulhosos e a falta de amor envelhece nos o coração...&lt;br /&gt;Sei que houve alturas em que vieste ter cmg e eu te afastei "não tinha tempo",&lt;br /&gt;Sei que houve alturas em que vieste falar cmg e eu não te ouvi "não tinha tempo",&lt;br /&gt;Pois hoje tenho todo o tempo do mundo para ti... todo o tempo do mundo...&lt;br /&gt;Podes vir ter comigo que eu vou receber te nos meus braços "tenho tempo",&lt;br /&gt;Podes vir falar comigo que eu vou ouvir te sem fim "tenho tempo",&lt;br /&gt;Podes vir apenas por vir, apenas para estarmos juntos, hoje "temos tempo",&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje é o Nosso tempo, temos todo o tempo do mundo para nós...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19548223-114929392426485577?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/114929392426485577/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=114929392426485577&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/114929392426485577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/114929392426485577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2006/06/todo-o-tempo-do-mundo.html' title='Todo o tempo do mundo'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-114807380689045223</id><published>2006-05-19T22:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T22:23:26.920+01:00</updated><title type='text'>As histórias de encantar…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3278/1813/1600/beijo-par-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="217" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3278/1813/320/beijo-par-thumb.jpg" width="299" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Começam com uma troca de olhares cintilante (cheia de estrelas e sininhos),&lt;br /&gt;Continuam com um amor impossível de existir, uma batalha, uma vitória,&lt;br /&gt;Acabam com um casamento e o tradicional “Viveram felizes para sempre”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Será que estas histórias de encantar estão confinadas ao mundo do faz-de-conta???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queremos acreditar que não, buscamos incansavelmente essa história, a &lt;strong&gt;NOSSA&lt;/strong&gt; história.&lt;br /&gt;E finalmente lá está ela... troca de olhares…&lt;br /&gt;Mas amor possível de ser vivido, batalha apenas de personalidades (sem dragões, nem vilões)…&lt;br /&gt;Não acaba em casamento, pois hoje mais que uma vontade é um dinheirão!&lt;br /&gt;E o viveram felizes para sempre…&lt;br /&gt;Quando damos por nós, o amor fugiu como areia entre os dedos...&lt;br /&gt;No peito a imensidão da paixão foi substituída pela imensidão do vazio (que estupidamente parece ser ainda maior).&lt;br /&gt;Hibernamos por tempo indefinido, refugiamo-nos em nós ou em rotinas, fechamos temporariamente o coração para obras de reconstrução…&lt;br /&gt;Felizmente, o amor lá nos encontra, lá nos acorda das histórias de encantar para as histórias bem reais dos amores e desamores de uma vida…&lt;br /&gt;Mas teimosamente cerramos bem os olhos e voltamos, tal e qual criança, a acreditar que esta será a “&lt;em&gt;nossa história de encantar&lt;/em&gt;”…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E não será ???&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/19548223-114807380689045223?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/114807380689045223/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=114807380689045223&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/114807380689045223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/114807380689045223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2006/05/as-histrias-de-encantar.html' title='As histórias de encantar…'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-114669373780787716</id><published>2006-05-03T22:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T23:06:09.516+01:00</updated><title type='text'>VOAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3278/1813/1600/358729.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3278/1813/200/358729.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3278/1813/1600/358729.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Queria adormecer…&lt;br /&gt;Deixar a tempestade passar…&lt;br /&gt;Queria voar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É o abraço da dor,&lt;br /&gt;É o beijo da angustia,&lt;br /&gt;Quero voar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria desaparecer,&lt;br /&gt;Fugir deste vazio no ar,&lt;br /&gt;Queria voar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É o sussurro das lágrimas,&lt;br /&gt;É a carícia da solidão,&lt;br /&gt;Quero voar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fecho a muralha,&lt;br /&gt;Encerro as janelas,&lt;br /&gt;Vou voar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voar…&lt;br /&gt;Para onde o tempo parou,&lt;br /&gt;Para onde o sol brilha sempre,&lt;br /&gt;Para onde a dor não me consome,&lt;br /&gt;Para onde o coração não bate por ti,&lt;br /&gt;Para onde possa descansar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voar…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19548223-114669373780787716?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/114669373780787716/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=114669373780787716&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/114669373780787716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/114669373780787716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2006/05/voar.html' title='VOAR'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-114462320110277637</id><published>2006-04-09T23:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T23:56:36.316+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Se não olhar para trás…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3278/1813/1600/Princess_of_Dragons_by_pauvolk.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3278/1813/200/Princess_of_Dragons_by_pauvolk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3278/1813/1600/Princess_of_Dragons_by_pauvolk.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não virei o quanto te amei…&lt;br /&gt;Não verei o quanto te magoei…&lt;br /&gt;Não verei o quanto me magoa…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho de caminhar em frente…&lt;br /&gt;Mas o meu corpo não responde…&lt;br /&gt;Não se mexe, não quer partir…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste momento desejo ter asas…&lt;br /&gt;E voar…&lt;br /&gt;Para outro sítio, para outro mundo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas os pés estão colados ao chão…&lt;br /&gt;Apenas o meu pensamento vagueia…&lt;br /&gt;Pelo que vivemos juntos…&lt;br /&gt;Por tudo de bom que me deste…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não resisto!&lt;br /&gt;O meu olhar desvia-se,&lt;br /&gt;Ultrapassa o meu ombro…&lt;br /&gt;Olho para trás…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do nada ganho asas…&lt;br /&gt;Abraço-te com todas as minhas forças,&lt;br /&gt;Não quero mais partir…&lt;br /&gt;Pois é aqui que pertenço… nos teus braços…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19548223-114462320110277637?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/114462320110277637/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=114462320110277637&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/114462320110277637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/114462320110277637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2006/04/se-no-olhar-para-trs.html' title='Se não olhar para trás…'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-114357813787677365</id><published>2006-03-28T21:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T21:59:57.853+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Manual de sobrevivência</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3278/1813/1600/milagro_de_amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3278/1813/320/milagro_de_amor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Também eu já, senti não haver,&lt;br /&gt;Lugar ou espaço… Esperança pra ter&lt;br /&gt;Também eu sei da raiva a nascer,&lt;br /&gt;Por tantos gritos, ter que conter…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas sei também que fora de nós não há salvação,&lt;br /&gt;Resta nos então, dar asas ao que se inventa…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finge, esquece, engana o desencanto brinda por ti por hoje e por enquanto&lt;br /&gt;Finge, esquece, engana o desencanto brinda por ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Também eu já estive sozinha, entre tanto fel, erva daninha…&lt;br /&gt;Mas vi também que fora de nós não há salvação&lt;br /&gt;Resta nos então dar asas ao que se inventa…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finge, esquece engana o desencanto brinda por ti por hoje e por enquanto&lt;br /&gt;Finge, esquece engana o desencanto brinda por ti…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susana Felix&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19548223-114357813787677365?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/114357813787677365/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=114357813787677365&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/114357813787677365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/114357813787677365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2006/03/manual-de-sobrevivncia.html' title='Manual de sobrevivência'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-114255169988579822</id><published>2006-03-16T23:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-16T23:28:19.886Z</updated><title type='text'>O caminho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3278/1813/1600/494782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3278/1813/320/494782.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Acordo assustada&lt;br /&gt;Que sítios é este?!&lt;br /&gt;Vejo pessoas a passar por mim,&lt;br /&gt;Parece que nem me vêem ali deitada no chão,&lt;br /&gt;Que se passa com toda a gente?&lt;br /&gt;Levanto-me…&lt;br /&gt;Dirijo-me à pessoa mais próxima&lt;br /&gt;Mas parece que esta não me vê, não me ouve…&lt;br /&gt;Grito!... Nada…&lt;br /&gt;Começo a percorrer a multidão,&lt;br /&gt;Nada, ninguém parece sequer saber que existo…&lt;br /&gt;O meu coração acelera, entro em pânico…&lt;br /&gt;Mas o que é que se passa? Onde estou eu?&lt;br /&gt;Dou voltas e voltas,&lt;br /&gt;É uma encruzilhada de caminhos em todas as direcções…&lt;br /&gt;Desisto, rendo-me à evidência&lt;br /&gt;Estou perdida…&lt;br /&gt;Estou sozinha…&lt;br /&gt;Como vou voltar pra casa?&lt;br /&gt;Percebo que sem ajuda não encontrarei o caminho...&lt;br /&gt;As lágrimas começam a inundar os meus olhos…&lt;br /&gt;Estou só e confusa…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto uma presença,&lt;br /&gt;Levanto os olhos…&lt;br /&gt;O meu rosto ilumina-se…&lt;br /&gt;És tu!!!&lt;br /&gt;E dizes-me:&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;em&gt;Tanto tempo tiveste perdida em ti. Vem, vou te mostrar o caminho para casa&lt;/em&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicado a todos os meus amigos, aqueles que mts vezes me foram buscar quando estava perdida em mim e me mostraram o caminho de regresso. A todos um grande &lt;strong&gt;OBRIGADO&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19548223-114255169988579822?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/114255169988579822/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=114255169988579822&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/114255169988579822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/114255169988579822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2006/03/o-caminho.html' title='O caminho'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-114192819566938497</id><published>2006-03-09T17:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-09T18:16:35.686Z</updated><title type='text'>Um anjo bate à minha porta…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3278/1813/1600/anjo-trist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3278/1813/400/anjo-trist.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um sinal, uma lágrima,&lt;br /&gt;Uma palavra, uma arma,&lt;br /&gt;Limpar as estrelas com álcool da minha alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um vazio, um mal,&lt;br /&gt;Umas rosas que murcham,&lt;br /&gt;Alguém que toma o lugar de outro alguém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um anjo bate à minha porta&lt;br /&gt;Deverei deixa-lo entrar?&lt;br /&gt;Nem sempre é a minha culpa&lt;br /&gt;Se as coisas estão acabadas&lt;br /&gt;O diabo bate à minha porta&lt;br /&gt;Ele pede para falar comigo,&lt;br /&gt;Há sempre em mim a outra&lt;br /&gt;Atraída pelo perigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um filtro, uma falha&lt;br /&gt;O amor, uma palha&lt;br /&gt;Afogo-me num copo de água,&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me mal na minha pele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu rio, eu escondo a verdade por detrás de uma máscara,&lt;br /&gt;O sol nunca mais se vai levantar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um anjo bate à minha porta&lt;br /&gt;Deverei deixa-lo entrar?&lt;br /&gt;Não é sempre a minha culpa&lt;br /&gt;Se as coisas estão acabadas&lt;br /&gt;O diabo bate à minha porta&lt;br /&gt;Ele pede para falar comigo,&lt;br /&gt;Há sempre em mim a outra&lt;br /&gt;Atraída pelo perigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sou assim tão forte,&lt;br /&gt;E à noite eu não durmo,&lt;br /&gt;Todos esses sonhos põem me mal&lt;br /&gt;Uma criança bate à minha porta&lt;br /&gt;Ela deixa entrar a luz&lt;br /&gt;Tem os meus olhos e o meu coração,&lt;br /&gt;E atrás dela é o inferno.&lt;br /&gt;Um anjo bate à minha porta&lt;br /&gt;Deverei deixa-lo entrar?&lt;br /&gt;Não é sempre a minha culpa&lt;br /&gt;Se as coisas estão estragadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tradução da música de Natasha St-Pier &lt;em&gt;"Un ange frappe à ma porte"&lt;/em&gt; uma bela letra e uma bela musica para ouvir aki pelo blog :) não axam?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19548223-114192819566938497?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/114192819566938497/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=114192819566938497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/114192819566938497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/114192819566938497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2006/03/um-anjo-bate-minha-porta.html' title='Um anjo bate à minha porta…'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-114115284335319713</id><published>2006-02-28T18:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-28T18:55:28.276Z</updated><title type='text'>RECORDAR...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3278/1813/1600/447006.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3278/1813/200/447006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3278/1813/1600/447006.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hoje apetece-me chorar,&lt;br /&gt;Não sei dizer porquê,&lt;br /&gt;Todos os pensamentos se misturam na minha cabeça,&lt;br /&gt;Passam como clips de cinema mudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recordo tudo, o bom e o mau,&lt;br /&gt;E é o mau que ganha,&lt;br /&gt;Volto a sofrer, volto a viver aquela dor, mas porquê?&lt;br /&gt;Oiço músicas antigas de propósito para avivar ainda mais essas memórias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recordar é viver…&lt;br /&gt;Mas este recordar é sofrer,&lt;br /&gt;É este aperto no peito que não sei descrever,&lt;br /&gt;Só sei senti-lo… dói…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultrapassamos as batalhas que surgem nesta vida…&lt;br /&gt;Mas não nos apercebemos…&lt;br /&gt;Que em cada uma fica um pedaço de nós…&lt;br /&gt;Esse pedaço é substituído por outro, mas jamais voltaremos a ser os mesmos,&lt;br /&gt;Crescemos dizem…&lt;br /&gt;Será????&lt;br /&gt;Já não sei nada! É um turbilhão de emoções, de pensamentos soltos&lt;br /&gt;Magoa-me, quero parar! Grito, choro…&lt;br /&gt;Nada ela ali fica, aquela dor no peito,&lt;br /&gt;E recordo… palavras, olhares, lágrimas…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19548223-114115284335319713?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/114115284335319713/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=114115284335319713&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/114115284335319713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/114115284335319713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2006/02/recordar.html' title='RECORDAR...'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-114048133081970351</id><published>2006-02-21T00:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-21T00:27:47.806Z</updated><title type='text'>Momentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3278/1813/1600/147334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" height="203" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3278/1813/320/147334.jpg" width="281" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No escuro do seu quarto procurou refugio,&lt;br /&gt;Que dor! Não a aguentava mais dentro dela…&lt;br /&gt;Saía em lágrimas abundantes que escorriam pelo rosto…&lt;br /&gt;A vida estava a ser tão injusta com ela!&lt;br /&gt;Nada nos últimos dias tinha corrido bem…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembrou-se de quando era criança…&lt;br /&gt;Aí vivia o momento,&lt;br /&gt;Cada dia era uma nova aventura, um novo mundo de fantasia,&lt;br /&gt;Era tudo belo e perfeito…&lt;br /&gt;Pouco a pouco foi caindo, foi se magoando,&lt;br /&gt;Foi descobrindo as primeiras lágrimas…&lt;br /&gt;Perdendo coisas, perdendo pessoas, perdendo momentos….&lt;br /&gt;Foi crescendo…&lt;br /&gt;E vivendo cada vez mais o que está para vir,&lt;br /&gt;Apercebeu-se que esta sociedade levava as pessoas para este modo de viver e de pensar,&lt;br /&gt;Era importante ter ideias para o futuro, ter objectivos…&lt;br /&gt;Mas fazer do dia de hoje um esboço do amanhã estaria certo?&lt;br /&gt;Já não sabia nada…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bateram à porta…&lt;br /&gt;Era o avô, homem de muita sabedoria em quem ela confiava muito,&lt;br /&gt;Sentou-se ao pé dela e ali teve em silêncio…&lt;br /&gt;Poucos minutos depois disse-lhe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sabes a vida vem em ondas como o mar, umas altas outras baixas,&lt;br /&gt;Há que enfrentá-las e aprender com todas,&lt;br /&gt;Se não, somos levados por elas,&lt;br /&gt;Andamos à deriva, flutuando eternamente pelo oceano da vida…&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de não ser fácil não podemos desistir,&lt;br /&gt;Temos de nos erguer contra essas ondas de tempestade que surgem no horizonte e enfrentá-las com um enorme sorriso,&lt;br /&gt;Pois sabemos que nem todos os dias podem ser de sol assim como nem todas as marés podem ser calmas…mas sabemos que após a tempestade vem a bonança…&lt;br /&gt;Assim é a vida, tens de viver um dia de cada vez, onda após onda, tempestade após tempestade…&lt;br /&gt;Viver cada momento, saboreá-lo e aprender com ele…&lt;br /&gt;Afinal o que é a vida senão uma colecção de momentos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhou para ela e sorriu…&lt;br /&gt;Levantou-se e dirigiu-se para a porta em silêncio…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Avô!&lt;/em&gt; Disse ela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vou fazer de cada dia uma obra-prima e da minha colecção a oitava maravilha do mundo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19548223-114048133081970351?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/114048133081970351/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=114048133081970351&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/114048133081970351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/114048133081970351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2006/02/momentos.html' title='Momentos'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-113988208463943335</id><published>2006-02-14T01:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-14T01:54:44.650Z</updated><title type='text'>SÓ POR UM DIA …</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3278/1813/1600/amor-vicit-omnia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3278/1813/320/amor-vicit-omnia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3278/1813/1600/438100.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3278/1813/1600/172love-messbrasil.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chega de desculpas,&lt;br /&gt;Chega de motivos estúpidos,&lt;br /&gt;Chega de valores para alem do humano,&lt;br /&gt;Chega de racismo,&lt;br /&gt;Chega de motivos monetários,&lt;br /&gt;Chega de negócios obscuros…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que poderiam:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só por um dia deixar-se de desculpas,&lt;br /&gt;Só por um dia seguir o coração e não o dinheiro,&lt;br /&gt;Só por um dia cessar as guerras,&lt;br /&gt;Só por um dia ajudar os outros povos,&lt;br /&gt;Só por um dia prestar atenção ao próximo,&lt;br /&gt;Só por um dia dar de comer às crianças que morrem de fome,&lt;br /&gt;Só por um dia viver sem luxos,&lt;br /&gt;Só por um dia ouvir as gargalhadas da vida,&lt;br /&gt;Só por um dia olhar para a beleza interior e não exterior,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Só por um dia sorrir para o outro não importando a raça ou religião,&lt;br /&gt;Só por um dia admirar a natureza e todo o mundo que vos rodeia,&lt;br /&gt;Só por um dia dizer aos que amam o quanto são importantes,&lt;br /&gt;Só por um dia parar de sobreviver e viver a vida,&lt;br /&gt;Só por um dia …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afinal nós todos poderíamos fazer um esforço tornando o mundo melhor…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SÓ POR UM DIA …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19548223-113988208463943335?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/113988208463943335/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=113988208463943335&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/113988208463943335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/113988208463943335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2006/02/s-por-um-dia.html' title='SÓ POR UM DIA …'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-113934142841110721</id><published>2006-02-07T19:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-07T19:43:48.426Z</updated><title type='text'>Batalha com a Angústia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bateram à porta, não reparei que era ela…&lt;br /&gt;Quando abri a porta percebi que a tinha convidado para entrar…&lt;br /&gt;Ela não se fez de rogada, entrou empurrando-me contra a parede,&lt;br /&gt;Bati com a cabeça, mas não senti dor…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ela pegou em mim e arrastou-me até ao quarto…&lt;br /&gt;Deixou me ali no chão…&lt;br /&gt;Abandonada sem forças para lutar contra ela…&lt;br /&gt;Entreguei-me a ela…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maltratou-me de todas as formas possíveis…&lt;br /&gt;Despedaçou-me o coração…&lt;br /&gt;Depois de me deixar completamente moribunda, soltou gargalhadas de prazer…&lt;br /&gt;Ela tinha-me vencido…. Não havia salvação…&lt;br /&gt;Voltando-se novamente para mim, olhou-me nos olhos com olhar de morte…&lt;br /&gt;Último suspiro, fecho os olhos…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oiço, uns passos no corredor…&lt;br /&gt;Abro os olhos, apareces…&lt;br /&gt;Nem quero acreditar, estás aqui para me salvar…&lt;br /&gt;Travas uma batalha com ela, com todas as tuas forças…&lt;br /&gt;E finalmente com uma golpada final, ela cai no chão, morta….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhas para mim nos olhos, estendes a tua mão e ajudas-me a levantar, mas não tenho forças…&lt;br /&gt;Então sem hesitares pegas-me ao colo e levas-me dali para fora,&lt;br /&gt;Levas-me para o teu palácio onde sabes que estarei protegida de tudo e de todos…&lt;br /&gt;Não trocamos palavras apenas olhares, sabes o quanto sofri…&lt;br /&gt;Sorris e dizes-me ao ouvido:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Agora está tudo bem, ninguém mais te vai magoar, eu estou aqui…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado mano estás sempre presente, nos bons e maus momentos, sei que posso sempre contar ctg, ADORO TE ****&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/19548223-113934142841110721?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/113934142841110721/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=113934142841110721&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/113934142841110721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/113934142841110721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2006/02/batalha-com-angstia.html' title='Batalha com a Angústia'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-113875016358105900</id><published>2006-01-31T23:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-31T23:34:16.376Z</updated><title type='text'>Refúgio</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px" height="360" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3278/1813/400/14597.jpg" width="251" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lá fora o mundo corria na sua azafama diária, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cá dentro reinava a calma de um dia dedicado a nós…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apercebo-me da sensação que me percorre,&lt;br /&gt;É aquela que inúmeras vezes procurei sem encontrar…&lt;br /&gt;Percebi que a procurei nos sítios errados, nas coisas, nas pessoas erradas…&lt;br /&gt;Percorri mundo a sua procura e lá estava ela mesmo à minha frente…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estúpida!&lt;/em&gt; (digo para mim própria) …&lt;br /&gt;E depois sorrio como uma criança que recebe um doce…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela está aqui, sei, sinto-a ….&lt;br /&gt;A calma, a paz, a ternura, a segurança …&lt;br /&gt;É um misto de sensações que só encontro…&lt;br /&gt;Quando nos teus braços me refugio…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdida neste mundo, ferida pela vida que nos prega rasteiras…&lt;br /&gt;Procuro sempre o mesmo porto de abrigo…&lt;br /&gt;Procuro-te…&lt;br /&gt;Sei onde a encontrar…&lt;br /&gt;Ela apenas existe nos teus braços…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19548223-113875016358105900?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/113875016358105900/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=113875016358105900&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/113875016358105900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/113875016358105900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2006/01/refgio.html' title='Refúgio'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-113814276317984480</id><published>2006-01-24T22:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-31T23:34:56.556Z</updated><title type='text'>UM MUNDO IDEAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3278/1813/1600/CASFN8QA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3278/1813/400/CASFN8QA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhamos com um futuro sem nuvens, mas estaremos prontos pra essa viagem?&lt;br /&gt;Queremos um mundo ideal luminoso, sem nos preocupamos de onde vem essa luz…&lt;br /&gt;Procuramos nos olhos dos outros pedaços de arco-íris k dêem cor a nossa existência mas n vimos o essencial….&lt;br /&gt;Acreditamos k a vida seria melhor noutro sítio mas em k é k seria ela melhor?&lt;br /&gt;Enviamos msgs de socorro ao mar mas o vento trá-las de volta….&lt;br /&gt;Ao querer esquecer td, fechamos os olhos mas descobrimos k é o mm azul… no coração ou sob do Sol…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então porque continuar a perseguir este mundo ideal? É melhor viver este mundo real da melhor forma que conseguirmos:&lt;br /&gt;Uns dias com mais nuvens que outros…mas o Sol sp brilha.&lt;br /&gt;Não procurar nos outros esses pedaços de alegria mas procura-los em nós.&lt;br /&gt;Não acreditar k seria melhor noutro sitio ou de outra forma, aceitar como é o aqui e agora.&lt;br /&gt;Não procurar fugir dos problemas… eles voltam sp… o melhor é enfrenta-los.&lt;br /&gt;Porque querer esquecer algo? Só porque n correu como planeado??&lt;br /&gt;Só porque nos magoou??&lt;br /&gt;Porque n aceitar que já passou e k nada podemos fazer para alterar isso, só podemos alterar o dia de amanhã pk ele ainda n aconteceu…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divagações dum Ego forte… :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19548223-113814276317984480?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/113814276317984480/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=113814276317984480&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/113814276317984480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/113814276317984480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2006/01/um-mundo-ideal.html' title='UM MUNDO IDEAL'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-113693191726649226</id><published>2006-01-10T22:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-31T23:37:57.006Z</updated><title type='text'>Mulheres...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3278/1813/1600/mulher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3278/1813/320/mulher.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mulheres têm força suficiente para surpreender os homens.&lt;br /&gt;Elas podem suster empresas e conflitos, e possuir alegria, amor e felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;Elas sorriem quando a vontade era gritar. Elas cantam quando a vontade era chorar.&lt;br /&gt;Elas choram quando estao contentes e riem quando estao nervosas.&lt;br /&gt;Elas lutam por causas em que acreditam e contra a injustiça.&lt;br /&gt;Elas nao aceitam um &lt;em&gt;Não&lt;/em&gt; como resposta quando sabem que existe outra solução melhor.&lt;br /&gt;Elas privam-se para que a sua familia nao tenha de o fazer.&lt;br /&gt;Elas acompanham um(a) amigo(a) preocupado ao médico.&lt;br /&gt;Elas amam incondicionalmente.&lt;br /&gt;Elas ficam destroçadas quando perdem um membro da sua familia mas continuam fortes mesmo quando acham que n serao capazes.&lt;br /&gt;Elas sabem que uma carícia e um beijo pode curar um desgosto de amor.&lt;br /&gt;As mulheres sao de todos os tamanhos, de todas as cores, de todas as formas.&lt;br /&gt;É o coração das mulheres que faz girar o mundo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Merci" Corinne :)&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/19548223-113693191726649226?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/113693191726649226/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=113693191726649226&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/113693191726649226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/113693191726649226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2006/01/mulheres.html' title='Mulheres...'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-113560599425266682</id><published>2005-12-26T14:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-31T23:38:22.866Z</updated><title type='text'>2006 vem aí....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3278/1813/1600/0139desenhos-messbrasil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3278/1813/320/0139desenhos-messbrasil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá passou mais um ano!o tempo corre sem parar... nem damos por ele a passar. parece k ainda ontem tava na praia a gozar as ferias, parece k ainda ontem começava a universidd, pois parece mas n é! 2005 foi um ano com os seus altos e baixos no mundo nem tudo foi bom nem td foi mau.&lt;br /&gt;Pois para mim tb foi assim, apesar de recordar imensos momentos felizes!&lt;br /&gt;qd nos deparamos c/ o inicio de um novo ano reflectimos e fazemos promessas de corrigir pekenos defeitos nossos... mas pk será k raramente resulta?!!&lt;br /&gt;Pois ag deixei me disso deixo a vida correr livremente...&lt;br /&gt;daí n me preocupar com o k corrigir ou o k tenho de cumprir, mas sim viver tds os dias, simplesmente vivê-los...&lt;br /&gt;Desejo a tds uma boa passagem de ano um bom 2006!!!&lt;br /&gt;bjs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19548223-113560599425266682?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/113560599425266682/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=113560599425266682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/113560599425266682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/113560599425266682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2005/12/2006-vem.html' title='2006 vem aí....'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-113510274548669847</id><published>2005-12-20T18:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-31T23:38:47.286Z</updated><title type='text'>O NATAL….</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3278/1813/1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3278/1813/200/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Qd era pequena adorava o Natal…&lt;br /&gt;As prendas, a ceia, a alegria que acompanhava essa noite…&lt;br /&gt;Mas a medida que fui crescendo…&lt;br /&gt;Percebi que o Natal n era assim tão mágico…&lt;br /&gt;Não existia aquele ser que dava prendas a tds…&lt;br /&gt;Não havia em tds as casas uma ceia…&lt;br /&gt;Não havia em td lado aquela alegria…&lt;br /&gt;Descobri que o Natal era mais um negocio do que um sentimento…&lt;br /&gt;Desde aí o Natal deixou de ser mágico, deixou de ter aquele encanto…&lt;br /&gt;Pois n csg deixar de pensar que nem td o Mundo estará como eu no Natal…&lt;br /&gt;Numa casa quentinha, rodeada de pessoas que a amam, com uma ceia fabulosa, com prendas mas sobretudo c/ mt alegria e amor…&lt;br /&gt;A tds essas pessoas vai o meu desejo não de um feliz Natal mas sim de uma vida feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BJS a tds e Bom natal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19548223-113510274548669847?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/113510274548669847/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=113510274548669847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/113510274548669847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/113510274548669847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2005/12/o-natal.html' title='O NATAL….'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-113450343889997333</id><published>2005-12-13T19:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-31T23:39:22.160Z</updated><title type='text'>ONDE VAMOS PARAR??????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3278/1813/1600/as%20melhores%20fotos%20jornal??sticas"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="189" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3278/1813/320/as%20melhores%20fotos%20jornal%3F%3Fsticas%20banco.jpg" width="283" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Kd os nossos olhos se cruzaram percebi a crueldade desta sociedade. Rejeita o Passado, deixa-o abandonado em casa (será k se poderá xamar casa a muitas?), a passar fome muitas vezes ou deposita-o em "casas" ditas especiais onde reina a negligencia e maus tratos. n o ker ver, n o ker aceitar, nem reconhece a obra k ele construiu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Kd senti akele abraço, vi akele brilho no olhar percebi, como tb rejeita e maltrata o seu Futuro. Deixa-o brotar em tds as situações, muitas miseraveis. Falta-lhe amor e carinho, falta-lhe td o k é preciso pra crescer e se tornar num Presente risonho. Ainda tem o descaramento, de por vezes, ousar tirar lhe td a inocencia de Futuro e torna-lo antecipadamente Passado sem Presente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Nós o Presente temos de mudar urgentemente esta maneira de ser da nossa sociedade senao onde iremos parar com passados eskecidos e futuros perdidos????&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/19548223-113450343889997333?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/113450343889997333/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=113450343889997333&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/113450343889997333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/113450343889997333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2005/12/onde-vamos-parar.html' title='ONDE VAMOS PARAR??????'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-113416330233354058</id><published>2005-12-09T21:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-31T23:42:46.866Z</updated><title type='text'>Sous le Soleil (debaixo do Sol)...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3278/1813/1600/DSCN0967.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" height="252" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3278/1813/400/DSCN0967.jpg" width="369" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hj dei por mim no comboio, a olhar no horizonte&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; o estuario doTejo e o Mar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lembrei-me de como ambos são parecidos c/ os amigos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sp juntos em comunhão mas sp c/ a sua singularidade...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É assim k nós somos... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Recordei as nossas aventuras vividas até ag, sem dúvida, ineskeciveis e completamente loucas!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas dp surgiu no horizonte uma nuvem k tapou o Sol e lembrei me (c/ uma lagrima no canto do olho) k daki um ano cada uma seguirá o seu caminho...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fikei assim triste por instantes... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas kd o Sol voltou a brilhar algo iluminou o meu pensamento e me fez sorrir :) se somos assim como o Tejo e o Mar.... Somos INSEPARAVEIS!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E haverá sp um Sol a iluminar os nossos caminhos, seremos os "sois" umas das outras pk tenho a certeza k nunca nenhuma de nós recusará auxilio a outra. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ainda temos estes meses pra aproveitar ao maximo os nossos dias juntas e nos divertir a cada minuto k tamos juntas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero vos dizer k para mim sao insubstituiveis.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nem imaginam kts e kts dias foram o meu Sol... OBRIGADO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amigas ADORO-VOS **&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19548223-113416330233354058?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/113416330233354058/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=113416330233354058&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/113416330233354058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/113416330233354058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2005/12/sous-le-soleil-debaixo-do-sol.html' title='Sous le Soleil (debaixo do Sol)...'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-113399572382652846</id><published>2005-12-07T22:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-31T23:43:57.703Z</updated><title type='text'>Promessa falhada...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3278/1813/1600/ANTARTIKADASABAH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3278/1813/320/ANTARTIKADASABAH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Na noite escura,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No amanhecer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;É esta tortura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Como te eskecer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Disse pra mim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;É ag, vais conseguir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tentei k fosse assim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mas td me fez sentir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;É o Sol, é o Mar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;É o perfume, é a cor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Td me faz lembrar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Td traz o teu sabor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Td me faz falhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E tds os dias juro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;K em ti n vou pensar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mas se até o escuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;em ti me faz pensar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Como cumprir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O k prometi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Se voltarei a sucumbir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ao me lembrar de Ti!&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/19548223-113399572382652846?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/113399572382652846/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=113399572382652846&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/113399572382652846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/113399572382652846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2005/12/promessa-falhada.html' title='Promessa falhada...'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-113382161742873063</id><published>2005-12-05T22:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-31T23:44:25.650Z</updated><title type='text'>Vida normal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3278/1813/1600/snoopy_musica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px" height="128" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3278/1813/320/snoopy_musica.jpg" width="182" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebração de uma vida normal&lt;br /&gt;O que faço, faço bem&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho montes de coisas que montes de gente tem&lt;br /&gt;Mas digo tantas cenas que eu fiz&lt;br /&gt;Tantas cenas que sinceramente me fazem feliz&lt;br /&gt;São as experiências, são as pessoas&lt;br /&gt;São as vivências que transformam vidas simples em vidas boas&lt;br /&gt;Intresso-me mais sobre aquilo que eu vivo&lt;br /&gt;E sobre aquilo que vens viver&lt;br /&gt;Pura e simplesmente o meu motivo é levar a vida até onde der&lt;br /&gt;Aquilo que puder eu vou,&lt;br /&gt;Venha o desafio, eu confio no meu flo.&lt;br /&gt;Então vá ya, fica na boa&lt;br /&gt;A vida é um livro, escreve a tua página&lt;br /&gt;Mas espera lá ya, já estás tu cá ya&lt;br /&gt;Então já falamos yaya, até já&lt;br /&gt;Vive o que tens yo, não vivas nada dos outros&lt;br /&gt;Faz o que há ya, vive e toma-lhe o gosto&lt;br /&gt;Vive o que tens yo, não vivas nada dos outros&lt;br /&gt;Faz o que há ya, vive e toma-lhe o gosto&lt;br /&gt;Vive o que tens yo, não vivas nada dos outros&lt;br /&gt;Faz o que há ya, vive e toma-lhe o gosto&lt;br /&gt;Vive o que tens yo, não vivas nada dos outros&lt;br /&gt;Faz o que há ya, vive e toma-lhe o gosto&lt;br /&gt;Volta, volta atrás,&lt;br /&gt;Para o beat, vê se me entendes&lt;br /&gt;Antes que eu me irrite&lt;br /&gt;O que importa não é o telemóvel&lt;br /&gt;É quem está do outro lado&lt;br /&gt;O que importa não é o automóvel&lt;br /&gt;É quem lá está sentado&lt;br /&gt;Não importa a miúda óptima&lt;br /&gt;O que importa é seres amado&lt;br /&gt;Fazeres o trabalho bem feito e por isso seres bem pago&lt;br /&gt;Espera, quebra por ti&lt;br /&gt;Não esperes que ninguém te dê nada a ti&lt;br /&gt;Yo, vê o que se passa em transformação&lt;br /&gt;Já que o mundo é de consumo&lt;br /&gt;Consome com mais atenção&lt;br /&gt;O truque não está em ser diferente está em ser mais exigente&lt;br /&gt;Naquilo que procuras pa ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banda sonora da semana.... :D&lt;br /&gt;Nesta época de consumismo é sem dúvida uma boa filosofia de vida... k tal tentar???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19548223-113382161742873063?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/113382161742873063/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=113382161742873063&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/113382161742873063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/113382161742873063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2005/12/vida-normal.html' title='Vida normal'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19548223.post-113363402029834282</id><published>2005-12-04T02:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-31T23:45:03.883Z</updated><title type='text'>O meu segredo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3278/1813/1600/principezinho%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3278/1813/320/principezinho%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Vou dizer-te o meu segredo. É muito simples: só se vê bem com o coração. O essencial é invisível para os olhos. (...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;- Foi o tempo que perdeste com a tua rosa que tornou a tua rosa tão importante. (...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;- Os homens esqueceram esta verdade. Mas tu não deves esquecê-la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ficas para sempre responsável por aquele que cativaste. És responsável pela tua rosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;in "O Principezinho" de Antoine De Saint-Exupéry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: sorry pela mudança de endereço mas houve pekenos problemas c/ o outro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19548223-113363402029834282?l=socegadita-ita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/feeds/113363402029834282/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19548223&amp;postID=113363402029834282&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/113363402029834282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19548223/posts/default/113363402029834282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socegadita-ita.blogspot.com/2005/12/o-meu-segredo.html' title='O meu segredo...'/><author><name>socegadita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413757813740388314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3I5LyK7Vd4/SdvHx4CoiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sSqYp3ohLtg/S220/Snapshot_002.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
