<?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-25972031</id><updated>2011-06-06T00:42:26.132+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Mundo ao Contrário</title><subtitle type='html'>"...privado das suas normas tradicionais de juízo e de escolha, o homem sente-se perdido num mundo que se tomou incerto. Mundo onde nada é seguro. E onde tudo é posível."
           A. Koyré, Considerações sobre Descartes,  Editoral Presença, pp.24 a 26</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jaqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11379702807052052006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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segundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma nova maneira de olhar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um olhar misterioso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que não deixa em paz os meus sentimentos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que os meus pensamentos, são uma bagunça&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que fazes-me escrava;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Escrava de um momento sem razão,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fazes delirar os meus sonhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E ascender os meus desejos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Persegues-me a todo momento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não fico tranquila&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um segundo sequer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os olhares cruzam-se,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olhares ingénuos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que não sabem o risco de um olhar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olhares que perseguem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que querem respostas claras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olhares de sentimentos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sentimentos que Perseguem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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larga-me'/><author><name>Jaqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11379702807052052006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_acm2FHU4-Ls/R3kU6NnReTI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hTQYlpNcFdE/s72-c/presa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25972031.post-3827994017911086277</id><published>2007-12-20T19:49:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-20T20:13:39.733Z</updated><title type='text'>Leva-me Contigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_acm2FHU4-Ls/R2rMqdnReQI/AAAAAAAAAGU/v8tQ0RgcNCI/s1600-h/amor_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146150554100136194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_acm2FHU4-Ls/R2rMqdnReQI/AAAAAAAAAGU/v8tQ0RgcNCI/s200/amor_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Olho para tudo e tudo me faz chorar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Deixas-me muda ja não posso mais falar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sei que estás confuso mas isso é normal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Para mim és uma musa, alguém muito especial&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Já não te vejo à um dia, para mim pareceu-me um mês&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Já te disse o que sentia agora é a tua vez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Deixa-me voar, quero sair daqui,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quero estar noutro lugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Queria ter-te só a ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Em ti estou segura, onde daqui nao vou sair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nem que atravesse o muro com o risco de cair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não me largues mais, eu não te quero perder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tens de voltar ao cais, que eu sem ti não sei viver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Já senti a planitude, não importa o que tinha feito&lt;br /&gt;Eras a minha virtude, nunca foste o meu defeito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Digo-te o que sinto não pareces entender&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É verdade eu não minto tenho mesmo que te ver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Refrão:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Leva-me contigo na palma da tua mão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Que eu já não consigo pisar mais este chão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Leva-me para longe, que eu não consigo andar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quero estar contigo, o teu mundo é o meu lugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Acabaram-se as palavras que saiam de ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Estivesses onde estavas eu sentia-te em mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Abraça-me uma vez e outra a seguir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Abraços ja são três, já te estou a sentir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não te quero enganar, sentia-me tão bem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quero-te olhar, eu sem ti não sou ninguém&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Podes prender-me em ti, podes voltar a gostar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Diz-me o que é que fiz, que eu tento mudar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não suporto ver-te assim sentes-te culpado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ponho a culpa em mim acho que foste pressionado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tenta perceber, não te sintas mal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tenho que dizer que tudo em ti é especial&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Uma página rasgada e arrancada pelo vento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não penso em mais nada, não me sais do pensamento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Estás em todo lado, nas paredes e no mar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não quero ficar parada, não te quero largar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Passa a noite e o dia, sem que os sinta passar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tudo o que eu queria, era o tempo a parar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ficava sozinha, talvez a pensar demais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mas talvez é um caminho para atingir os meus ideais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Refrao (2x) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leva-me Contigo&lt;br /&gt;Duarte Rosado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(adaptado)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_acm2FHU4-Ls/R2rMqdnReQI/AAAAAAAAAGU/v8tQ0RgcNCI/s72-c/amor_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25972031.post-3614300185025025230</id><published>2007-12-19T10:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-19T11:13:03.992Z</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_acm2FHU4-Ls/R2j8XdnReMI/AAAAAAAAAF0/gJhtwSa8mKo/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145640054287333570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_acm2FHU4-Ls/R2j8XdnReMI/AAAAAAAAAF0/gJhtwSa8mKo/s400/sem+t%C3%ADtulo4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns Tiago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Desejo-te um dia muito feliz...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;K a vida te dê momentos muito felizes... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nunca desistas de ser feliz... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Deixa as pessoas k te fazem sofrer... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Acredita sempre k o dia de amanha sera melhor... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Desejo t tudo de bom... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Um beijinho enorme... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;:-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25972031-3614300185025025230?l=umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/feeds/3614300185025025230/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25972031&amp;postID=3614300185025025230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/3614300185025025230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/3614300185025025230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/2007/12/parabns.html' title='Parabéns'/><author><name>Jaqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11379702807052052006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_acm2FHU4-Ls/R2j8XdnReMI/AAAAAAAAAF0/gJhtwSa8mKo/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo4.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25972031.post-8785348241536776281</id><published>2007-12-18T10:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-19T11:13:56.285Z</updated><title type='text'>Amigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_acm2FHU4-Ls/R2j4K9nReLI/AAAAAAAAAFs/bP6_DrBIU_s/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145635441492457650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_acm2FHU4-Ls/R2j4K9nReLI/AAAAAAAAAFs/bP6_DrBIU_s/s320/sem+t%C3%ADtulo3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tentei expressar o meu afecto por ti de mil formas,&lt;br /&gt;E uma delas é esta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero que saibas&lt;br /&gt;Que és a minha esperança&lt;br /&gt;A minha Luz na escuridão&lt;br /&gt;A minha estrela...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tua amizade completa a minha felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Sustenta a minha alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amigo...&lt;br /&gt;O que é ser Amigo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É ser simplesmente Tu&lt;br /&gt;Com o teu olhar e carinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;És uma parte de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Amigo, tu&lt;br /&gt;És a coragem,&lt;br /&gt;És a força&lt;br /&gt;A esperança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente és,&lt;br /&gt;Uma parte da minha maior&lt;br /&gt;Felicidade!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25972031-8785348241536776281?l=umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/feeds/8785348241536776281/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25972031&amp;postID=8785348241536776281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/8785348241536776281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/8785348241536776281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/2007/12/amigo.html' title='Amigo'/><author><name>Jaqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11379702807052052006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_acm2FHU4-Ls/R2j4K9nReLI/AAAAAAAAAFs/bP6_DrBIU_s/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25972031.post-6983274333184788230</id><published>2007-11-26T19:32:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-11-27T22:04:17.419Z</updated><title type='text'>Preciso de ti...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_acm2FHU4-Ls/R0sf02GjyRI/AAAAAAAAAFc/6Nsxy_2L_Ig/s1600-h/0004f7st.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137234792682866962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_acm2FHU4-Ls/R0sf02GjyRI/AAAAAAAAAFc/6Nsxy_2L_Ig/s200/0004f7st.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;26-11-2003&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Data memorável...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenho tantas saudades tuas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preciso tanto de ti... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25972031-6983274333184788230?l=umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/feeds/6983274333184788230/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25972031&amp;postID=6983274333184788230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/6983274333184788230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/6983274333184788230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/2007/11/preciso-de-ti.html' title='Preciso de ti...'/><author><name>Jaqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11379702807052052006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_acm2FHU4-Ls/R0sf02GjyRI/AAAAAAAAAFc/6Nsxy_2L_Ig/s72-c/0004f7st.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25972031.post-5372201069626585635</id><published>2007-11-25T12:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-27T22:03:36.938Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_acm2FHU4-Ls/R0lquGGjyJI/AAAAAAAAAEc/-ZUTp9Ys0z8/s1600-h/amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136754190137411730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_acm2FHU4-Ls/R0lquGGjyJI/AAAAAAAAAEc/-ZUTp9Ys0z8/s200/amor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"A suprema felicidade da vida é a convicção de ser amado por aquilo que és, ou melhor, apesar daquilo que és."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Victor Hugo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25972031-5372201069626585635?l=umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/feeds/5372201069626585635/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25972031&amp;postID=5372201069626585635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/5372201069626585635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/5372201069626585635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/2007/11/suprema-felicidade-da-vida-convico-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11379702807052052006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_acm2FHU4-Ls/R0lquGGjyJI/AAAAAAAAAEc/-ZUTp9Ys0z8/s72-c/amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25972031.post-2529086781376543345</id><published>2007-11-24T14:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-02T09:39:41.459Z</updated><title type='text'>Uma semana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_acm2FHU4-Ls/R0mKwmGjyQI/AAAAAAAAAFU/DZym4DT2agk/s1600-h/espetinho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136789417459173634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_acm2FHU4-Ls/R0mKwmGjyQI/AAAAAAAAAFU/DZym4DT2agk/s200/espetinho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faz hoje exactamente uma semana que ressuscitei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foste tu quem me fez voltar a acreditar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não me cansarei de gritar: Gosto Muito de Ti. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como tu me dizias no outro dia:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Talvez tenha sido por um olhar, talvez por palavras, talvez por um instante contigo. Não sei, so sei que esse "talvez" faz-me admirar-te cada vez mais. Bjinhux"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adoro-te muito. E cada vez anseio mais estar contigo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muito Obrigada&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/25972031-2529086781376543345?l=umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/feeds/2529086781376543345/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25972031&amp;postID=2529086781376543345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/2529086781376543345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/2529086781376543345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/2007/11/uma-semana.html' title='Uma semana'/><author><name>Jaqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11379702807052052006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_acm2FHU4-Ls/R0mKwmGjyQI/AAAAAAAAAFU/DZym4DT2agk/s72-c/espetinho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25972031.post-6033825323105960362</id><published>2007-11-22T20:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-23T21:06:49.227Z</updated><title type='text'>Adoro-te muito</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_acm2FHU4-Ls/R0dAkWGjyII/AAAAAAAAAEU/K4DfC4HspXA/s1600-h/foto8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136144893191899266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_acm2FHU4-Ls/R0dAkWGjyII/AAAAAAAAAEU/K4DfC4HspXA/s200/foto8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ainda lembro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aquelas inesquecíveis palavras,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que murmuraram no meu coraçã,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E fizeram a impossibilidade do esquecimento...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Palavras que não se calaram...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dias passaram&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Momentos presenciei,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lágrimas derramei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dores eu senti,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas daquelas palavras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não me esqueci.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Palavras que denunciavam &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os dias passaram&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As lembranças ficaram.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saudades do momento em que o mundo era nosso,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E que o destino estava em nossas mãos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saudade das risadas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que surpreendiam a todos ao nosso redor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas quem sabe no amanhã&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Voltamos a ser um só mundo.&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/25972031-6033825323105960362?l=umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/feeds/6033825323105960362/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25972031&amp;postID=6033825323105960362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/6033825323105960362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/6033825323105960362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/2007/11/adoro-te-muito.html' title='Adoro-te muito'/><author><name>Jaqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11379702807052052006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_acm2FHU4-Ls/R0dAkWGjyII/AAAAAAAAAEU/K4DfC4HspXA/s72-c/foto8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25972031.post-5996379824506087944</id><published>2007-11-19T20:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-23T20:57:16.914Z</updated><title type='text'>Onde estás?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_acm2FHU4-Ls/R0c-iGGjyGI/AAAAAAAAAEE/gxfAP1e2qFw/s1600-h/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136142655513938018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_acm2FHU4-Ls/R0c-iGGjyGI/AAAAAAAAAEE/gxfAP1e2qFw/s200/01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talvez se encontre sentado numa nuvem &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A olhar aqui para baixo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talvez esteja aqui ao meu lado,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ou talvez esteja do outro lado do mundo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não sei se me ouves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pois há muitos a gritar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando aqui trancada sozinha,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chamo-te bem baixinho...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não sei se me notas.&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/25972031-5996379824506087944?l=umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/feeds/5996379824506087944/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25972031&amp;postID=5996379824506087944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/5996379824506087944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/5996379824506087944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/2007/11/onde-ests.html' title='Onde estás?'/><author><name>Jaqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11379702807052052006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_acm2FHU4-Ls/R0c-iGGjyGI/AAAAAAAAAEE/gxfAP1e2qFw/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25972031.post-6858038545334189666</id><published>2007-11-13T14:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-25T14:33:23.587Z</updated><title type='text'>Porque?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_acm2FHU4-Ls/R0mHemGjyMI/AAAAAAAAAE0/sIEi03nIa-s/s1600-h/sandstone00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136785809686644930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_acm2FHU4-Ls/R0mHemGjyMI/AAAAAAAAAE0/sIEi03nIa-s/s200/sandstone00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não percebo porque me fazes isto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo acabou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero-te tanto... e... tu... ignoras-me tanto...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Te arrancaram de mim, assim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Diz-me porque?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se te esqueceste ou não de mim &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não somos imortais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pergunto?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não posso mais!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu não posso mais! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guarda no teu peito a chama&lt;br /&gt;Onde iras sempre ouvir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A voz de quem te ama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E que te quer sentir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Anjos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Porquê&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/25972031-6858038545334189666?l=umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/feeds/6858038545334189666/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25972031&amp;postID=6858038545334189666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/6858038545334189666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/6858038545334189666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/2007/11/porque.html' title='Porque?'/><author><name>Jaqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11379702807052052006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_acm2FHU4-Ls/R0mHemGjyMI/AAAAAAAAAE0/sIEi03nIa-s/s72-c/sandstone00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25972031.post-7305376471357250045</id><published>2007-11-12T20:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-23T20:53:31.443Z</updated><title type='text'>Amar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_acm2FHU4-Ls/R0c9gGGjyEI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Cb1TC1tXZ5Q/s1600-h/3MayS7556547-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136141521642571842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_acm2FHU4-Ls/R0c9gGGjyEI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Cb1TC1tXZ5Q/s200/3MayS7556547-02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu só queria amar e ser amada...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tenho tudo para te dar, se tu quiseres receber...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25972031-7305376471357250045?l=umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/feeds/7305376471357250045/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25972031&amp;postID=7305376471357250045&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/7305376471357250045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/7305376471357250045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/2007/11/amar.html' title='Amar'/><author><name>Jaqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11379702807052052006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_acm2FHU4-Ls/R0c9gGGjyEI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Cb1TC1tXZ5Q/s72-c/3MayS7556547-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25972031.post-5498838461138001733</id><published>2007-11-03T21:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-03T22:10:41.074Z</updated><title type='text'>Amizade ou Amor?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_acm2FHU4-Ls/RyzxeiycEtI/AAAAAAAAADk/SBKcZFy1B4M/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo9000.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128739582704882386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_acm2FHU4-Ls/RyzxeiycEtI/AAAAAAAAADk/SBKcZFy1B4M/s320/sem+t%C3%ADtulo9000.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span &gt;Mistura turbulenta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Entre Amizade e Amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Sentimentos envolvidos com desejos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Que altera o corpo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;E ultrapassa as barreiras dos pensamentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Algo forte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Maior que qualquer inocência sonhada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Amizade e Amor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Mistura que domina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;O corpo e a alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;São segredos os beijos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;E promessas todos os momentos inesquecíveis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Amizade e Amor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Mistura que faz esquecer as horas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;E se perder no tempo incerto,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Rendidos pela tempestade que insistiu em cair... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Amizade e Amor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Resultado de um destino de dois corações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Amizade e Amor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Surpreendente mistura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Que faz sonhar nas madrugadas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Descontrola qualquer mortal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Pois somos nada diante&lt;br /&gt;Desta mistura de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;AMIZADE e AMOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Quero tanto amar-te…&lt;br /&gt;Mas tenho tanto medo…&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/25972031-5498838461138001733?l=umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/feeds/5498838461138001733/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25972031&amp;postID=5498838461138001733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/5498838461138001733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/5498838461138001733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/2007/11/amizade-ou-amor.html' title='Amizade ou Amor?'/><author><name>Jaqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11379702807052052006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_acm2FHU4-Ls/RyzxeiycEtI/AAAAAAAAADk/SBKcZFy1B4M/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo9000.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25972031.post-693638170794034663</id><published>2007-10-31T21:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-03T21:49:36.532Z</updated><title type='text'>Por ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_acm2FHU4-Ls/RyzsmCycErI/AAAAAAAAADU/IdE33uR0jX8/s1600-h/Eric_Boutilier-Brown-How_we_sleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128734213995762354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_acm2FHU4-Ls/RyzsmCycErI/AAAAAAAAADU/IdE33uR0jX8/s320/Eric_Boutilier-Brown-How_we_sleep.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_acm2FHU4-Ls/RyzrtCycEqI/AAAAAAAAADM/MieubAPuyM8/s1600-h/Eric_Boutilier-Brown-How_we_sleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Os meus pensamentos não sossegam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os meus desejos só aumentam...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desejos de te ter aqui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E sentir o gosto da paixão.&lt;br /&gt;Por ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu gritaria até ser ouvida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cantaria até aprender a canção.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dançaria até aprender os passos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Insistiria,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Até te render...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu pularia no vazio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buscaria o impossível...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teus lábios são os mestres dos meus desejos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teu corpo é a minha inspiração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teu olhar é a minha salvação.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo na tua forma devota de paixão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A carência acaba-se&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com carícias e com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A magia da tua existência.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu daria os meus sonhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arriscaria a minha vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estou a enlouquecr...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faz-me feliz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por Um Único Beijo... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25972031-693638170794034663?l=umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/feeds/693638170794034663/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25972031&amp;postID=693638170794034663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/693638170794034663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/693638170794034663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/2007/10/os-meus-pensamentos-no-sossegam-os-meus.html' title='Por ti'/><author><name>Jaqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11379702807052052006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_acm2FHU4-Ls/RyzsmCycErI/AAAAAAAAADU/IdE33uR0jX8/s72-c/Eric_Boutilier-Brown-How_we_sleep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25972031.post-2235780666328443442</id><published>2007-10-08T21:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T21:55:01.358+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Só para ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_acm2FHU4-Ls/Rw0747HAURI/AAAAAAAAACs/b7uj8zxiL18/s1600-h/adeus2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119814200515907858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_acm2FHU4-Ls/Rw0747HAURI/AAAAAAAAACs/b7uj8zxiL18/s320/adeus2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_acm2FHU4-Ls/Rw07y7HAUQI/AAAAAAAAACk/9qhD7OTJiF0/s1600-h/adeus2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não quero dizer nada. Apenas queria que esta data ficasse registada. Pelos mesmo mutivos do post do dia 8 de outrubro de 2006.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sinto a tua falta...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Amo-te mais que qualquer outra coisa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Um beijinho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25972031-2235780666328443442?l=umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/feeds/2235780666328443442/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25972031&amp;postID=2235780666328443442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/2235780666328443442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/2235780666328443442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/2007/10/s-para-ti.html' title='Só para ti'/><author><name>Jaqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11379702807052052006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_acm2FHU4-Ls/Rw0747HAURI/AAAAAAAAACs/b7uj8zxiL18/s72-c/adeus2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25972031.post-7439747060982647223</id><published>2007-10-04T21:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T22:10:38.191+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabens Juliana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_acm2FHU4-Ls/Rw0_GrHAUSI/AAAAAAAAAC0/yY6tLuGOuQc/s1600-h/girafa.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119817735273992482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_acm2FHU4-Ls/Rw0_GrHAUSI/AAAAAAAAAC0/yY6tLuGOuQc/s200/girafa.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parabens mana. 14 anos... Ja são bastantes!&lt;br /&gt;Muda o que tens a mudar, e mantem o que tens a manter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinha de por aqui uma gifafa, já que é o teu bicho preferido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um beijinho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25972031-7439747060982647223?l=umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/feeds/7439747060982647223/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25972031&amp;postID=7439747060982647223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/7439747060982647223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/7439747060982647223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/2007/10/parabens-juliana.html' title='Parabens Juliana'/><author><name>Jaqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11379702807052052006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_acm2FHU4-Ls/Rw0_GrHAUSI/AAAAAAAAAC0/yY6tLuGOuQc/s72-c/girafa.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25972031.post-2278861483674391891</id><published>2007-10-03T22:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T22:24:23.675+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_acm2FHU4-Ls/RwQIf6oJuMI/AAAAAAAAACc/REENC1y6HYQ/s1600-h/Olhos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117224421006358722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_acm2FHU4-Ls/RwQIf6oJuMI/AAAAAAAAACc/REENC1y6HYQ/s200/Olhos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_acm2FHU4-Ls/RwQIYqoJuLI/AAAAAAAAACU/yy3Yv72wwXI/s1600-h/Olhos.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O Monstro também precisa de amigos...&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/25972031-2278861483674391891?l=umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/feeds/2278861483674391891/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25972031&amp;postID=2278861483674391891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/2278861483674391891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/2278861483674391891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/2007/10/o-monstro-tambm-precisa-de-amigos.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11379702807052052006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_acm2FHU4-Ls/RwQIf6oJuMI/AAAAAAAAACc/REENC1y6HYQ/s72-c/Olhos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25972031.post-1445050717394217170</id><published>2007-06-08T22:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T22:30:03.034+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Algo realmente meu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_acm2FHU4-Ls/Rmxsy_O_WkI/AAAAAAAAACM/L6MTQ-07tgM/s1600-h/not9643.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074550503363271234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_acm2FHU4-Ls/Rmxsy_O_WkI/AAAAAAAAACM/L6MTQ-07tgM/s200/not9643.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hoje ofereci algo realmete meu. Ofereci do meu sangue (meio litro) a alguem que não conheço, nem nunca irei conhecer (isto se estiver apto para ser doado). Foi a primeira vez que o fiz, e sinto-me exatamente a mesma pessoa, não sei podeira sentir-me diferente... mas não, estou exatamente na mesma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ao mesmo tempo sinto-me mal, esquecime de dizer ao médico que estava a tomar antibiótico (e umas quantas outras coisas, que não interenssão). Mas partindo do princípio que vai ser analizado, não deve haver problema.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E, agora estou aqui, com o braço com um boraco de um milimetro, todo negro e com um ematoma. Mas pronto, não há problema... &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/25972031-1445050717394217170?l=umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/feeds/1445050717394217170/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25972031&amp;postID=1445050717394217170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/1445050717394217170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/1445050717394217170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/2007/06/algo-realmente-meu.html' title='Algo realmente meu'/><author><name>Jaqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11379702807052052006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_acm2FHU4-Ls/Rmxsy_O_WkI/AAAAAAAAACM/L6MTQ-07tgM/s72-c/not9643.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25972031.post-8916154147985739172</id><published>2007-05-29T21:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T21:31:17.041+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amizades Perdidas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_acm2FHU4-Ls/RlyNFDwRliI/AAAAAAAAAB8/F4Rt2pFx7Mk/s1600-h/pensamentos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070082398558983714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_acm2FHU4-Ls/RlyNFDwRliI/AAAAAAAAAB8/F4Rt2pFx7Mk/s200/pensamentos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ao longo da vida,&lt;br /&gt;fazemos amizades. &lt;div&gt;Algumas delas, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;vão ficando pelo caminho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e por um motivo ou por outro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;recordamo-las com carinho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A o recordar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;uma boa amizade,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;estamos e reviver &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tempos em que éramos felizes de verdade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talvez...&lt;br /&gt;tempos&lt;br /&gt;em que éramos crianças&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e os nossos corações&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;viviam cheios de sonhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e de esperanças.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tempos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;em que a tristeza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dava lugar á felicidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tempos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;em que todos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;desconheciamos a palavra Saudade &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25972031-8916154147985739172?l=umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/feeds/8916154147985739172/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25972031&amp;postID=8916154147985739172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/8916154147985739172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/8916154147985739172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/2007/05/amizades-perdidas.html' title='Amizades Perdidas'/><author><name>Jaqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11379702807052052006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_acm2FHU4-Ls/RlyNFDwRliI/AAAAAAAAAB8/F4Rt2pFx7Mk/s72-c/pensamentos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25972031.post-7998998360344453368</id><published>2007-05-10T19:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T19:56:40.803+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Meu Dia Há-de Chegar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_acm2FHU4-Ls/RkNpzw3L75I/AAAAAAAAAB0/23cUMn4WCTk/s1600-h/morte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063006744105185170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_acm2FHU4-Ls/RkNpzw3L75I/AAAAAAAAAB0/23cUMn4WCTk/s200/morte.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; O meu dia há-de chegar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chega para toda a gente, logo para mim também há-de chegar, mais cedo ou mais tarde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se puder escolher, quero que seja num dia de chuva intensa, um autentico dilúvio. Sempre ajuda, porque não quero muita gente à volta, principalmente aquelas pessoas que esperam por estes momentos para fazerem a sua aparição, apesar de não nos conhecerem de lado algum e até nem serem chegados a ninguém que lá se encontre.&lt;br /&gt;De nada servirá irem “marcar o ponto”, até porque não tenho grandes riquezas materiais e não tenho por hábito alimentar abutres. As minhas riquezas residem em alguns sorrisos que fazia nascer nas faces de quem me rodeava em determinados momentos. A minha fortuna fica armazenada nas memórias, tanto boas como más, de quem conviveu comigo e que se mantém por aí.Quanto menos gente melhor, não quero cortejos nem filas de carros a passo lento. Nada disso.Não vai ser preciso música, o silêncio sempre me fez jus e raramente me falhou nos seus propósitos, quando por mim era invocado.&lt;br /&gt;Não vou querer lágrimas. Derramei demasiadas e talvez tenha feito derramar muitas nestes anos, se calhar injustificadamente, chega de injustiças.Choradinhos forçados, rezas, promessas alheias e mezinhas também dispenso. Inconsequentes, quando não são feitos com sentimento e muito menos nestas alturas.&lt;br /&gt;Não quero trompetes, harpas, cânticos, bandeiras a meia haste ou salvas de tiros para o ar. Não sou merecedor, não sou herói de coisa alguma nem de ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;Tons negros de roupa só se for a de algum padre ou que essa seja a vestimenta habitual que alguém use por hábito ou gosto pessoal, e mesmo esses não serão obrigados a levar essas cores.&lt;br /&gt;Tristeza? Tristezas não pagam dividas e já bastam as que me atormentam o dia-a-dia. E neste caso nem é que se perca alguma coisa de jeito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fim bastar-me-á reconhecer, ali por cima de mim, gargalhadas de alegria. Saudosismo e nostalgia nas antigas histórias que se repetem nos encontros de velhos e novos amigos, mas que despertam as memórias de bons momentos passados.Acima de mim, equilibrada sobre a terra molhada, será suficiente que fique apenas uma pedra cinzenta. Cinzenta como a minha passagem por cá. Não precisa ter nada escrito, nem nome nem datas para não se saber quem sou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E flores também não quero... também elas morrem, de solidão.&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/25972031-7998998360344453368?l=umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/feeds/7998998360344453368/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25972031&amp;postID=7998998360344453368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/7998998360344453368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/7998998360344453368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/2007/05/o-meu-dia-h-de-chegar.html' title='O Meu Dia Há-de Chegar'/><author><name>Jaqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11379702807052052006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_acm2FHU4-Ls/RkNpzw3L75I/AAAAAAAAAB0/23cUMn4WCTk/s72-c/morte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25972031.post-3418579954748639966</id><published>2007-04-28T19:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T17:49:55.213+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_acm2FHU4-Ls/RjOU_g3L71I/AAAAAAAAABU/mxWN1QZ7Eds/s1600-h/desespero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058550625341271890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_acm2FHU4-Ls/RjOU_g3L71I/AAAAAAAAABU/mxWN1QZ7Eds/s200/desespero.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_acm2FHU4-Ls/RjOTnQ3L70I/AAAAAAAAABM/K1QMtaskRpQ/s1600-h/VictorMelo-AnjoCado.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quando a tristeza vier ao teu encontro, deixa sair dos olhos uma lágrima, da boca um sorriso e do coração uma prece. Pois não são cobardes os que choram por amor, mas sim os que amam com medo de chorar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25972031-3418579954748639966?l=umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/feeds/3418579954748639966/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25972031&amp;postID=3418579954748639966&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/3418579954748639966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/3418579954748639966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/2007/04/amor.html' title='Amor'/><author><name>Jaqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11379702807052052006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_acm2FHU4-Ls/RjOU_g3L71I/AAAAAAAAABU/mxWN1QZ7Eds/s72-c/desespero.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25972031.post-2470688366493791288</id><published>2007-04-21T20:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T14:35:20.513+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Balanço da Festa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Realmente foi uma grande festa. Tudo coreu minimamente bem. Deu para fazer de tudo, a C. ate pode enbebedar-se e comer dois, sem se lembrar de nada. Hove espírito de entre-ajuda, e toda a gente trabalhou (salvo raras excepções).&lt;br /&gt;Mas foi também a minha ruina... Porcausa de dois bebados e dois copos de coca-cola estou de cama com um pé turcido. O que vale é que foi ja no final, estava o sol a nascer... Pensando bem, tirando a parte das dores, o momento ate poderia ser bom...&lt;br /&gt;Mas são apenas coisas que acontecem, tomara eu que esse tivesse sido o maior problema da festa, e da minha vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quem devia ter aparecido, não apareceu. Quem nunca devia ter la estado, esteve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25972031-2470688366493791288?l=umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/feeds/2470688366493791288/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25972031&amp;postID=2470688366493791288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/2470688366493791288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/2470688366493791288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/2007/04/balano-da-festa.html' title='Balanço da Festa'/><author><name>Jaqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11379702807052052006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25972031.post-2422408643755522879</id><published>2007-04-15T19:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T19:46:27.198+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Festa Arrimal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_acm2FHU4-Ls/RjOV3g3L72I/AAAAAAAAABc/BwAPLxNwFjc/s1600-h/ckMxov394037-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058551587413946210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_acm2FHU4-Ls/RjOV3g3L72I/AAAAAAAAABc/BwAPLxNwFjc/s400/ckMxov394037-02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grande festa. Que me tirou tantas vezes o sono. Será que vai resultar, será que não?&lt;br /&gt;Espero que corra tudo pelo melhor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25972031-2422408643755522879?l=umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/feeds/2422408643755522879/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25972031&amp;postID=2422408643755522879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/2422408643755522879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/2422408643755522879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/2007/04/festa-arrimal.html' title='Festa Arrimal'/><author><name>Jaqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11379702807052052006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_acm2FHU4-Ls/RjOV3g3L72I/AAAAAAAAABc/BwAPLxNwFjc/s72-c/ckMxov394037-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25972031.post-4905886394484635497</id><published>2007-03-23T21:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-12T17:52:04.870+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Felicidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_acm2FHU4-Ls/RgWf0dCtsJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/k7-M_SfWnxQ/s1600-h/policarpo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045614681036533906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_acm2FHU4-Ls/RgWf0dCtsJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/k7-M_SfWnxQ/s200/policarpo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Felicidade é sinonimo que a vida não corre em vão!&lt;br /&gt;Equece as tristezas, olha quem te olha, respeita quem te respeita, da valor a quem temerece, demonstra a ti mesmo que er forte, valoriza-te a 100%. Porque a vida é uma regra, o amor é uma luta, viver á uma esperança e morrer é batota!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25972031-4905886394484635497?l=umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/feeds/4905886394484635497/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25972031&amp;postID=4905886394484635497&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/4905886394484635497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/4905886394484635497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/2007/03/felicidade-sinonimo-que-vida-no-corre.html' title='Felicidade'/><author><name>Jaqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11379702807052052006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_acm2FHU4-Ls/RgWf0dCtsJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/k7-M_SfWnxQ/s72-c/policarpo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25972031.post-1940219257723860328</id><published>2007-03-22T21:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-12T17:53:19.060+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuidado quando fizeres churar uma mulher</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_acm2FHU4-Ls/RgWizNCtsKI/AAAAAAAAABA/zCBhBV-O3do/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045617958096580770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_acm2FHU4-Ls/RgWizNCtsKI/AAAAAAAAABA/zCBhBV-O3do/s200/sem+t%C3%ADtulo3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cuida-te quando fizeres churar uma mulher, pois Deus conta as lágrimas. A mulher foi feita da costela do homem, nao dos pés para ser espezinhada, nem da cabeça, para ser superior, mas sim do lado para ser igual... de baixo do braço para ser protegida, e do lado do coração para ser amada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25972031-1940219257723860328?l=umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/feeds/1940219257723860328/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25972031&amp;postID=1940219257723860328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/1940219257723860328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/1940219257723860328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/2007/03/cuida-te-quando-fizeres-churar-uma.html' title='Cuidado quando fizeres churar uma mulher'/><author><name>Jaqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11379702807052052006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_acm2FHU4-Ls/RgWizNCtsKI/AAAAAAAAABA/zCBhBV-O3do/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25972031.post-3969581970785008930</id><published>2007-02-23T11:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-12T17:54:33.889+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pa ti primita</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_acm2FHU4-Ls/Rd7WBoY1FbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Fy3wat14xdI/s1600-h/511r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034696756956566962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_acm2FHU4-Ls/Rd7WBoY1FbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Fy3wat14xdI/s320/511r.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ama muito, sofre pouco, luta bastante e vence sempre! Sem medo, sem preconceitos do que os outros possam pensar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A vida são dois dias, a vida é apenas um sorriso entre duas lágrimas, aproveita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E nunca deixes que a tristeza do teu passado e o medo do teu foturo, estragem a alegria do teu presente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Já agora, Parabéns!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Adoro-te muito mais do que possas imaginar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25972031-3969581970785008930?l=umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/feeds/3969581970785008930/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25972031&amp;postID=3969581970785008930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/3969581970785008930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/3969581970785008930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/2007/02/pa-ti-primita.html' title='Pa ti primita'/><author><name>Jaqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11379702807052052006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_acm2FHU4-Ls/Rd7WBoY1FbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Fy3wat14xdI/s72-c/511r.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25972031.post-6248193479773071303</id><published>2007-02-22T11:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-12T17:56:23.219+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Preciso de inspiração</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_acm2FHU4-Ls/Rd7W3IY1FdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/tWGLtQwtY-M/s1600-h/221525706.img"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034697676079568338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_acm2FHU4-Ls/Rd7W3IY1FdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/tWGLtQwtY-M/s200/221525706.img" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Alguém tem inspiração para vender?? Um quilinho chegava. Bem, nem sei bem em que medida se vende, se é quilos, se é litros, não faço ideia. Mas algém vende?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25972031-6248193479773071303?l=umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/feeds/6248193479773071303/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25972031&amp;postID=6248193479773071303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/6248193479773071303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/6248193479773071303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/2007/02/preciso-de-inspirao.html' title='Preciso de inspiração'/><author><name>Jaqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11379702807052052006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_acm2FHU4-Ls/Rd7W3IY1FdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/tWGLtQwtY-M/s72-c/221525706.img' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25972031.post-116671156535592691</id><published>2006-12-21T14:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-21T14:32:45.373Z</updated><title type='text'>Deziluzão ou ódio?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4780/2719/1600/989106/chorar_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4780/2719/320/842678/chorar_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca pensei que uma pessoa me podesse deziludir tanto. Que prazer é quu te dá deziludir-me? Tenho muito medo de te perder, mas acredita que ja esteve mais longe. Tenho pena, mas entre nós, por muito que eu queira, não dá. Parece que estamos a viver em mundos diferentes, fui educada de forma diferente da tua. Temos lemas e objectivos diferentes. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Será isto deziluzão ou ódio?&lt;/span&gt; Confesso que tenho medo do que possa vir a acontecer, e como isto possa vir a acabar, mas... Ja fiz o que podia, ja não tenho mais força para lutar. É tão triste eu dar tanto de min e tu linitas-te a dizer "É a vida..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes perdemos as pessoas que mais gostamos.&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, tenta penssar antes de maguares alguém, porque essa pessoa pode ser mais importante do que pensas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem sei que nunca irás ler isto, já que nem imaginas que eu tenha um blog, e se leres, nunca te identificarás, mas fica aqui o meu desabafo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25972031-116671156535592691?l=umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/feeds/116671156535592691/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25972031&amp;postID=116671156535592691&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/116671156535592691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/116671156535592691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/2006/12/deziluzo-ou-dio.html' title='Deziluzão ou ódio?'/><author><name>Jaqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11379702807052052006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25972031.post-116653944682950005</id><published>2006-12-19T14:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-19T14:44:06.853Z</updated><title type='text'>Á espera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4780/2719/1600/631811/eva9mx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4780/2719/320/996892/eva9mx.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha vida&lt;br /&gt;é uma espera constante,&lt;br /&gt;um desejo de amar&lt;br /&gt;e de ser amada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trago dentro do coração&lt;br /&gt;uma imensa fogueira.&lt;br /&gt;Vivo na esperança&lt;br /&gt;de um dia encontrar&lt;br /&gt;quem a queira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diz o povo&lt;br /&gt;"Quem espera sempre alcança"&lt;br /&gt;mas&lt;br /&gt;com o passar do tempo&lt;br /&gt;até quem está sentado se cansa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mundo gira á minha volta,&lt;br /&gt;sempre,&lt;br /&gt;sem parar,&lt;br /&gt;deixando-me num cantinho,&lt;br /&gt;á espera de&lt;br /&gt;nessa roda poder entrar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25972031-116653944682950005?l=umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/feeds/116653944682950005/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25972031&amp;postID=116653944682950005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/116653944682950005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/116653944682950005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/2006/12/espera.html' title='Á espera'/><author><name>Jaqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11379702807052052006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25972031.post-116534779312597139</id><published>2006-12-04T23:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-05T19:43:13.143Z</updated><title type='text'>Palavras Soltas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4780/2719/1600/671148/out_to_sea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4780/2719/200/902888/out_to_sea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sozinha&lt;br /&gt;no meu quarto&lt;br /&gt;escrevo estas palvras.&lt;br /&gt;Palavras de angústia, de paixão,&lt;br /&gt;ou até de tristeza e solidão.&lt;br /&gt;São palavras trazidas pelo vento&lt;br /&gt;palvras que percorrem o meu pensamento&lt;br /&gt;em dias de céu cinzento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu apenas escrevo cada uma delas.&lt;br /&gt;Haverá quem as ache feias.&lt;br /&gt;Haverá quem as belas.&lt;br /&gt;Oque importa&lt;br /&gt;é libertar tudo o que nos vai&lt;br /&gt;na alma,&lt;br /&gt;tudo o que nos vai no coração,&lt;br /&gt;é poder libertar toda a nossa emoção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes,&lt;br /&gt;escrevo para escapar da solidão;&lt;br /&gt;por outras,&lt;br /&gt;escrevo para exprimir tudo o que me vai&lt;br /&gt;na alma&lt;br /&gt;e no coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Escrever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é fazer,&lt;br /&gt;de uma simples folha de papel,&lt;br /&gt;o único confidente&lt;br /&gt;nos momentos em que precisamos&lt;br /&gt;de libretar a mente.&lt;br /&gt;Só ela está sempre pronta&lt;br /&gt;a nos escutar&lt;br /&gt;e a tudo aceitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Quando&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;por fim,&lt;br /&gt;essa folha de papel é lida&lt;br /&gt;os nossos sentimentos ganham vida&lt;br /&gt;e a nossa voz&lt;br /&gt;ja mais será esquecida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25972031-116534779312597139?l=umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/feeds/116534779312597139/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25972031&amp;postID=116534779312597139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/116534779312597139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/116534779312597139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/2006/12/palavras-soltas.html' title='Palavras Soltas'/><author><name>Jaqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11379702807052052006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25972031.post-116534669445187435</id><published>2006-12-03T19:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-05T19:27:07.646Z</updated><title type='text'>Luta em vão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4780/2719/1600/678575/238547%20-%20madalena%20martins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4780/2719/200/541427/238547%2520-%2520madalena%2520martins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como posso eu lutar&lt;br /&gt;pelo teu amor,&lt;br /&gt;quando á partida&lt;br /&gt;sei que serei sempre&lt;br /&gt;uma perdedora?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por uns tempos&lt;br /&gt;consegui ter a tua amizade&lt;br /&gt;da qual só ficou a recordação&lt;br /&gt;e uma emenssa saudade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vi em ti&lt;br /&gt;uma pessoa diferente,&lt;br /&gt;uma pessoa meiga.&lt;br /&gt;carinhosa e inteligente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com o eu gostaria&lt;br /&gt;nesse teu mundo poder entrar&lt;br /&gt;na esperança de um dia&lt;br /&gt;o teu coração conquistar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesta luta sem armas&lt;br /&gt;tu és o meu jardim proibido&lt;br /&gt;do qual&lt;br /&gt;nunca tirarei partido. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25972031-116534669445187435?l=umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/feeds/116534669445187435/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25972031&amp;postID=116534669445187435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/116534669445187435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/116534669445187435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/2006/12/luta-em-vo.html' title='Luta em vão'/><author><name>Jaqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11379702807052052006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25972031.post-116474677017741184</id><published>2006-11-26T20:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-28T20:46:10.196Z</updated><title type='text'>26-Novembro-2003</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4780/2719/1600/21333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4780/2719/200/21333.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem, não vou dizer nada, só queria que esta data ficasse assinalada. Quem me conhece bem, sabe o que quero dizer. Adoro-te tia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25972031-116474677017741184?l=umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/feeds/116474677017741184/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25972031&amp;postID=116474677017741184&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/116474677017741184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/116474677017741184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/2006/11/26-novembro-2003.html' title='26-Novembro-2003'/><author><name>Jaqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11379702807052052006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25972031.post-116384987996301497</id><published>2006-11-17T21:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-18T12:01:21.056Z</updated><title type='text'>Hoje faço anos!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4780/2719/1600/Eu%203.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4780/2719/200/Eu%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4780/2719/1600/Eu%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje faço 18 anos. Bem, nem sei bem como tratar este assunto, mas quando todas as pessoas me dizem que é uma idade bonita, resolvi postar qualquer coisa, mesmo quando discordo.&lt;br /&gt;O que eu queia ter mesmo era 5 anos , aumenos so me preocupava em vestir e despir bunecas, a minha irmã ainda tinha nascido á pouco tempo, (tinha 1 mês 13 dias) por isso não me queria fazer tudo o que faço, tinha inocência, coisa que gostava de ainda ter. Para onde é que foi a nossa inocência?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pedido de muita gente, e porque hoje é um dia especial, decidi colocar aqui uma foto minha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25972031-116384987996301497?l=umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/feeds/116384987996301497/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25972031&amp;postID=116384987996301497&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/116384987996301497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/116384987996301497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/2006/11/hoje-fao-anos.html' title='Hoje faço anos!!!'/><author><name>Jaqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11379702807052052006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25972031.post-116302724785080766</id><published>2006-11-08T22:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-08T23:07:27.876Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4780/2719/1600/142330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4780/2719/200/142330.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se uma pessoa só ganha importância, virtudes, perde quase todos os seus defeitos, todos se passam a lembrar dela (etc) quando morre, Então eu quero &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;morrer&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25972031-116302724785080766?l=umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/feeds/116302724785080766/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25972031&amp;postID=116302724785080766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/116302724785080766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/116302724785080766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/2006/11/se-uma-pessoa-s-ganha-importncia.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11379702807052052006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25972031.post-116068130565353511</id><published>2006-10-08T19:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T20:48:23.266+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Para ti Avô</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4780/2719/1600/velas.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4780/2719/320/velas.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Á extamente um ano, o mundo desabou, um manto preto cobriu os nossos corpos, cobriu o ambiente, cobriu a nossa mente, todas as conversas vão ter ao mesmo sítio.&lt;br /&gt;Uma das pessoas mais importantes para mim, faleceu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avô, passamos momentos muito felizes, outro, mais tristes. Mas tenho a certeza que tudo valeu a pena, hoje, estás aí em cima a olhar por nós e sabes como nos agradecer tudo o que te fize-mos, assim com nós sebemos agracer-te. Pede aí ao PAI Grande força para min e para toda a família.&lt;br /&gt;Dou-te os parabés, conseguis-te uma família, tivestes netos. Uma família feliz... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mitas vezes, eu digo que te perdi, mas pelo contrário, ganhei-te, no meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Alma minha gentil que te partiste&lt;br /&gt;tão cedo desta vida descontente&lt;br /&gt;repouza lá no céu eternamente&lt;br /&gt;e viva eu cá na terra sempre triste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se lá no assento atéreo onde subiste,&lt;br /&gt;memória desta vida se consente,&lt;br /&gt;não te esqueças daquele amor ardente&lt;br /&gt;que já nos olhos meus tão puro viste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se vires que pode merecer-te&lt;br /&gt;alguma cousa a dor que me ficou&lt;br /&gt;da mágua, sem remédio, de perder-te&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roga a Deus, que teus anos encortou,&lt;br /&gt;que tão cedo de cá me leve a ver-te,&lt;br /&gt;quão cedo dos meus olhos te levou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Luís de Camões, Poesia Lírica&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Só quero que saibas mais uma coisa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Eu amo-te&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/25972031-116068130565353511?l=umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/feeds/116068130565353511/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25972031&amp;postID=116068130565353511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/116068130565353511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/116068130565353511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/2006/10/para-ti-av.html' title='Para ti Avô'/><author><name>Jaqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11379702807052052006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25972031.post-116006090068031455</id><published>2006-10-04T15:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T16:08:20.703+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabens Juliana</title><content type='html'>Parabens Joinha. Ena pah, 13 anos!!! Breve ja podes começar a vir pa night com a mana!!!&lt;br /&gt;Estamos constantemente a discutir, mas o que é verdade é que não passamos uma sem a outra. Sabes, eu não te adoro, eu amo-te. E com tigo espero que aconteça o mesmo. Já que tu não mo dizes, tenho de ser eu a deduzir. As vezes tens um bocado de dificuldade em gerir as tuas imoções, umas vezes, ninguem te pode dizer nada, nem mesmo Bom Dia, outras vezes, queres miminhos a torto e a direito, até dormir comigo queres. Mas eu acabo por perceber, és uma criança e uma adolescente.&lt;br /&gt;Desculpa se sou má irmã, mas tenho feito o meu melhor.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado papá e mamã por me terem dado uma irmã assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4780/2719/1600/IMAG0165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4780/2719/320/IMAG0165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A minha irmã Juliana&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/25972031-116006090068031455?l=umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/feeds/116006090068031455/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25972031&amp;postID=116006090068031455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/116006090068031455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/116006090068031455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/2006/10/parabens-juliana.html' title='Parabens Juliana'/><author><name>Jaqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11379702807052052006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25972031.post-115895184456773366</id><published>2006-09-22T19:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T20:07:25.290+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Diário de Anne Frank</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4780/2719/1600/amizade%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4780/2719/200/amizade%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Amigo procura-se. Espero que te possa confiar tudo a ti, o que até agora, nunca pude fazer a ninguém, e espero que venha a ser um grande amparo para min."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O Diário de Anne Frank&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/25972031-115895184456773366?l=umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/feeds/115895184456773366/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25972031&amp;postID=115895184456773366&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/115895184456773366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/115895184456773366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/2006/09/o-dirio-de-anne-frank.html' title='O Diário de Anne Frank'/><author><name>Jaqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11379702807052052006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25972031.post-115895239950720523</id><published>2006-09-21T20:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T20:13:19.506+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4780/2719/1600/Amizade%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4780/2719/400/Amizade%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25972031-115895239950720523?l=umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/feeds/115895239950720523/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25972031&amp;postID=115895239950720523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/115895239950720523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/115895239950720523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post_21.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11379702807052052006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25972031.post-115721383103908627</id><published>2006-09-02T17:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T17:17:11.053+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...---...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4780/2719/1600/CA6BKL69.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4780/2719/320/CA6BKL69.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na vida passamos bons momentos e maus, mas nesta vida ao que eu dou importancia é que passei muito tempo que para min vai ficar na lembrança. Foste tu que me fizeste aprender como lidar com a vida e com tigo. Podes querer que vais ficar marcado em min... Espero que se algum dia por acaso nos encontrarmos por aí sejas capaz de dizer alguma coisa.&lt;br /&gt;Desejo-te muita sorte, saúde e que os teus sonhos sejam alcançados.&lt;br /&gt;Adoro-te, munca te esqueças disso, nem de min.&lt;br /&gt;Eu farei o mesmo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25972031-115721383103908627?l=umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/feeds/115721383103908627/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25972031&amp;postID=115721383103908627&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/115721383103908627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/115721383103908627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post.html' title='...---...'/><author><name>Jaqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11379702807052052006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25972031.post-115721573872470922</id><published>2006-09-01T17:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T17:54:53.206+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando eu te falei de Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4780/2719/1600/abraco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4780/2719/320/abraco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando os meus olhos te tocaram&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que emcontrara&lt;br /&gt;A outra metade de min&lt;br /&gt;Tive medo de acordar, como se vivesse um sonho&lt;br /&gt;Que não pensei em realizar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a força do desejo&lt;br /&gt;Faz-me chegar perto de ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu te falei em amor&lt;br /&gt;Tu sorriste para min&lt;br /&gt;Eo mundo ficou bem melhor&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu te falei em amor&lt;br /&gt;Nós sentimos os dois&lt;br /&gt;Que o amanhã vem depois&lt;br /&gt;E não no fim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estas linhas que hoje escrevo&lt;br /&gt;São do livro da memória&lt;br /&gt;Do que simto por ti&lt;br /&gt;E tudo o que tu me dás é parte da história&lt;br /&gt;Que eu ainda não vivi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;André Sardet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando eu te falei de Amor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;És inesquecivel, por muito que eu tente, nunca te esquecerei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25972031-115721573872470922?l=umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/feeds/115721573872470922/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25972031&amp;postID=115721573872470922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/115721573872470922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/115721573872470922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/2006/09/quando-eu-te-falei-de-amor_01.html' title='Quando eu te falei de Amor'/><author><name>Jaqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11379702807052052006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25972031.post-115210842206009358</id><published>2006-07-05T14:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T15:07:02.076+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Polo Norte - Deixa o Mundo Girar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4780/2719/1600/olho2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4780/2719/200/olho2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4780/2719/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Polo Norte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa o Mundo Girar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes vais olhar para trás&lt;br /&gt;Estas preso a um passado que pesou&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes vais ser tu capaz&lt;br /&gt;Fazer sair quem por engano entrou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abre a tua porta &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4780/2719/1600/olho2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenhas medo&lt;br /&gt;Tens o mundo inteiro&lt;br /&gt;A espera para entrar&lt;br /&gt;De sorriso no rosto&lt;br /&gt;Talvez o segredo&lt;br /&gt;Alguém te quer falar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha em frente e diz-me&lt;br /&gt;Aquilo que vês&lt;br /&gt;Reflexos de quem conheces bem&lt;br /&gt;Ouve essa voz, é a tua voz&lt;br /&gt;Atenção e a razão que tens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abre a tua porta&lt;br /&gt;Não tenhas medo&lt;br /&gt;Tens o mundo inteiro&lt;br /&gt;A espera para entrar&lt;br /&gt;De sorriso no rosto&lt;br /&gt;Talvez o segredo&lt;br /&gt;Alguém te quer falar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa o mundo girar para o lado que quer&lt;br /&gt;Não podes parar nem tens nada a perder&lt;br /&gt;Estas de passagem,&lt;br /&gt;Não leves a mal se te manda avançar&lt;br /&gt;Talvez seja o sinal que não podes parar&lt;br /&gt;Estas de passagem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai aonde queres&lt;br /&gt;Ser quem tu quiseres&lt;br /&gt;Estende a tua mão&lt;br /&gt;De quem vier por bem,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abre a tua porta&lt;br /&gt;Não tenhas medo&lt;br /&gt;Tens o mundo inteiro&lt;br /&gt;A espera para entrar&lt;br /&gt;De sorriso no rosto&lt;br /&gt;Talvez o segredo&lt;br /&gt;Alguém te quer falar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa o mundo girar para o lado que quer&lt;br /&gt;Não podes parar nem tens nada a perder&lt;br /&gt;Estas de passagem,&lt;br /&gt;Não leves a mal se te manda avançar&lt;br /&gt;Talvez seja o sinal que não podes parar&lt;br /&gt;Estas de passagem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…so de passagem&lt;br /&gt;estou de passagem para outro lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta música é para todos os que se fecharam, não querem abrir as portas ao mundo, ou talvez não consigam...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25972031-115210842206009358?l=umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/feeds/115210842206009358/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25972031&amp;postID=115210842206009358&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/115210842206009358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/115210842206009358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/2006/07/polo-norte-deixa-o-mundo-girar.html' title='Polo Norte - Deixa o Mundo Girar'/><author><name>Jaqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11379702807052052006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25972031.post-115150347599783215</id><published>2006-06-26T14:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T15:10:28.970+01:00</updated><title type='text'>If you give up - Hands on Approach</title><content type='html'>If you don't wanna wait&lt;br /&gt;You left me inside out&lt;br /&gt;It's too hard for me&lt;br /&gt;There's no easy way out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know and don't ask how&lt;br /&gt;That i'm gonna make it work again&lt;br /&gt;You don't know and don't ask why&lt;br /&gt;That i'm gonna make it once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Refrao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;If you give up now, whos gonna loose&lt;br /&gt;Which one of us, is given up now of being free&lt;br /&gt;And if you give up now, whos gonna loose&lt;br /&gt;Which one of us, is given up now of being free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distance from between us&lt;br /&gt;That we can't shake out&lt;br /&gt;It's cristal clear&lt;br /&gt;But it ain't gonna last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know and don't ask why&lt;br /&gt;That i'm trying to make it work&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to make it work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Refrao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look around and see&lt;br /&gt;Who you really need&lt;br /&gt;Who you really want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Refrao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look around and see&lt;br /&gt;If you give up you won't be free&lt;br /&gt;You won't be free yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never look back (x 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hand on Approach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;If you Give Up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4780/2719/1600/mulher%20presa-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4780/2719/320/mulher%20presa-thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4780/2719/1600/mulher%20presa-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4780/2719/1600/mulher%20presa-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Se você desistir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se você não quer esperar&lt;br /&gt;Você me deixou dentro e fora&lt;br /&gt;É muito difícil para mim&lt;br /&gt;Não há nenhuma maneira fácil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você não sabe e não pergunta como&lt;br /&gt;Eu irei fazer isso funcionar novamente&lt;br /&gt;Você não sabe e não pergunta por que&lt;br /&gt;Eu irei fazer isso uma vez novamente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Refrão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se você desistir agora, quem irá ser o perdedor&lt;br /&gt;Qual de nós, irá desistir agora para ser livre&lt;br /&gt;E se você desistir agora, quem irá ser o perdedor&lt;br /&gt;Qual de nós, irá desistir agora para ser livre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A distância entre nós&lt;br /&gt;Que nós não podemos mudar&lt;br /&gt;Isso é um cristal transparente&lt;br /&gt;Mas será o último&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você não sabe e não pergunta por que&lt;br /&gt;Eu irei fazer isso funcionar&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou tentando fazer funcionar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Refrão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somente olhe em volta e veja&lt;br /&gt;Quem você realmente precisa&lt;br /&gt;Quem você realmente quer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Refrão &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somente olhe em volta e veja&lt;br /&gt;Se você desistir não será livre&lt;br /&gt;você não será livre yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca olhe para trás (x8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hands on Approach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;If you Give Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(Tradução)&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/25972031-115150347599783215?l=umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/feeds/115150347599783215/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25972031&amp;postID=115150347599783215&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/115150347599783215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/115150347599783215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/2006/06/if-you-give-up-hands-on-approach.html' title='If you give up - Hands on Approach'/><author><name>Jaqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11379702807052052006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25972031.post-114994923821729473</id><published>2006-06-08T14:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T15:23:48.980+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amizade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4780/2719/1600/olhosabertos.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4780/2719/200/olhosabertos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4780/2719/1600/olhosabertos.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4780/2719/1600/apple_net%20-%20armindo%20dias.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Amizade é Carinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Que a chuva não apaga, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;O vento não leva,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;O fogo não queima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Eo tempo não esquece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na nossa vida, podemos ter muitos colegas, mas acredita, que temos poucos amigos, ou talvez nenhuns...&lt;br /&gt;Não te deixes eludir pelas tuas amizades, porque mais cedo ou mais tarde elas traem-te, mesmo a frente do teu nariz.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, se por acaso, encontrares uma verdadeira amizade, amarra-a bem ao teu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Amigos ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;São como os balões, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;se tu os soltas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;nunca mais podes traze-los de volta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25972031-114994923821729473?l=umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/feeds/114994923821729473/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25972031&amp;postID=114994923821729473&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4780/2719/320/abraco_pretoebranco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So existem dois dias em que nada pode ser feito,&lt;br /&gt;Ontem e amanhã&lt;br /&gt;Logo hoje,&lt;br /&gt;É o dia certo para&lt;br /&gt;Amar, Sonhar, Acreditar&lt;br /&gt;E, acima de tudo&lt;br /&gt;Viver!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25972031-114994785339701146?l=umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/feeds/114994785339701146/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25972031&amp;postID=114994785339701146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/114994785339701146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/114994785339701146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/2006/06/viver.html' title='Viver'/><author><name>Jaqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11379702807052052006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25972031.post-114994731506585021</id><published>2006-06-06T14:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T14:50:19.643+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Anjinho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4780/2719/1600/Carla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4780/2719/320/Carla.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nunca deixes &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;apagar dos teus lábios &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;a pureza do teu sorriso, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;nem afastar dos teus olhos &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;a serenidade do teu olhar, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;nem escapar do Coração &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;a nossa Amizade.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desculpa ter posto esta foto tua aqui, mas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como é o meu blog, algo meu,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E tu...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fazes parte de min...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tu sabes quem és.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25972031-114994731506585021?l=umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/feeds/114994731506585021/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25972031&amp;postID=114994731506585021&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/114994731506585021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/114994731506585021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/2006/06/anjinho.html' title='Anjinho'/><author><name>Jaqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11379702807052052006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25972031.post-114849991774093136</id><published>2006-05-24T20:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T14:28:38.006+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Noite Complicada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4780/2719/1600/218425%20-%20Rodrigo%20Cardoso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4780/2719/320/218425%20-%20Rodrigo%20Cardoso.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São 3 da manhã,estou bêbada de novo&lt;br /&gt;O meu vómito está abaixo da minha cabeça&lt;br /&gt;Faz isto parar,não quero mais...&lt;br /&gt;Faz isto parar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sedativos e discursos tortos,&lt;br /&gt;E sentindo-me como uma salada russa&lt;br /&gt;Faz isto parar,tira-me daqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem,entrei em coma mais uma vez;&lt;br /&gt;Onde está meu doador de órgãos?;&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me uma mão;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando pensas que estás sozinho,&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém está por perto para aparecer;&lt;br /&gt;Cai como mosquitos e empatize.&lt;br /&gt;Pois eu sei que um dia,&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que um dia vou me sufocar;&lt;br /&gt;Sufocar,sufocar,sufocar...;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma noite e nada mais, arrependimentos baratos.&lt;br /&gt;Dou mais uma passa no meu cigarro,&lt;br /&gt;Então faz isto parar,estou fora;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma última palavra para uma mente única.&lt;br /&gt;Da-me apenas abrigo,da-me ,da-me algo...&lt;br /&gt;Faz isto parar, tenho medo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Green Day (Tradução adaptada)&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/25972031-114849991774093136?l=umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/feeds/114849991774093136/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25972031&amp;postID=114849991774093136&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/114849991774093136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/114849991774093136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/2006/05/noite-complicada.html' title='Noite Complicada'/><author><name>Jaqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11379702807052052006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25972031.post-114631800135401127</id><published>2006-04-29T14:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T17:45:21.390+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tira-me da morte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4780/2719/1600/11879.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4780/2719/320/11879.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traz-me para a vida,&lt;br /&gt;Como podes ver através dos meus olhos,&lt;br /&gt;Como portas abertas,&lt;br /&gt;Conduzirte-ei até meu interior,&lt;br /&gt;Onde me tornei tão entorpecida,&lt;br /&gt;Sem alma,&lt;br /&gt;O meu espirito dorme augures, num lugar frio,&lt;br /&gt;Até que o encontres,&lt;br /&gt;E o leves de volta para casa,&lt;br /&gt;(acorda-me),&lt;br /&gt;Acorda-me por dentro,&lt;br /&gt;(Eu não consigo acordar),&lt;br /&gt;Chama-me e salva-me da escuridão,&lt;br /&gt;(acorde-me),&lt;br /&gt;Ofertar meu sangue para fugir,&lt;br /&gt;Antes que eu me desfaça,&lt;br /&gt;(salva-me),&lt;br /&gt;Salva-me do nada que eu me tornei.&lt;br /&gt;Agora que eu sei o que eu não tenho,&lt;br /&gt;Não me deixes.&lt;br /&gt;Respira através de mim, faz-me real,&lt;br /&gt;Traz-me para a vida,&lt;br /&gt;(acorda-me),&lt;br /&gt;Estou congelada por dentro,&lt;br /&gt;Sem o teu toque,&lt;br /&gt;Sem o teu amor,&lt;br /&gt;Só tu és a vida entre os mortos,&lt;br /&gt;Todo este tempo,&lt;br /&gt;Não posso acreditar que não pude ver,&lt;br /&gt;Que me mantive no escuro,&lt;br /&gt;Mas tu estavas lá á minha frente,&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho dormido há muitos anos,&lt;br /&gt;Parece que tenho de abrir os olhos,&lt;br /&gt;Para tudo,&lt;br /&gt;Sem um pensamento,&lt;br /&gt;Sem uma voz,&lt;br /&gt;Sem uma alma,&lt;br /&gt;Não me deixes morrer aqui,&lt;br /&gt;Deve haver aqui algo mais,&lt;br /&gt;Traz-me para a vida,&lt;br /&gt;(acorde-me)&lt;br /&gt;Chama-me e salva-me da escuridão,&lt;br /&gt;(acorda-me),&lt;br /&gt;Antes que eu me desfaça,&lt;br /&gt;(salva-me),&lt;br /&gt;salva-me do nada que eu me tornei.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25972031-114631800135401127?l=umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/feeds/114631800135401127/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25972031&amp;postID=114631800135401127&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/114631800135401127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/114631800135401127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/2006/04/tira-me-da-morte.html' title='Tira-me da morte'/><author><name>Jaqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11379702807052052006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25972031.post-114631337197813595</id><published>2006-04-29T13:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T12:00:17.970+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Espelho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4780/2719/1600/IMAG0347.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4780/2719/320/IMAG0347.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4780/2719/1600/IMAG0347.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Estive a olhar para espelho durante tanto tempo,&lt;br /&gt;Que comecei a acreditar que a minha alma estava do outro lado.&lt;br /&gt;Parto o espelho á procura dela,&lt;br /&gt;Os pequenos pedaços caindo, quebram-se ,&lt;br /&gt;Pedaços de mim,&lt;br /&gt;Afiados demais para serem colocados como eram antes,&lt;br /&gt;Pequenos demais para terem importância, (sim, porque eu não tenho importancia).&lt;br /&gt;Mas grandes o suficiente para me cortarem em tantos pequenos pedaços, para me destorçarem&lt;br /&gt;Se eu tentar tocá-los, vou sangrar e sangrar...&lt;br /&gt;E sangro...&lt;br /&gt;E respiro...&lt;br /&gt;Respiro, e tento puxar do poço do meu espírito.&lt;br /&gt;Mente-me,&lt;br /&gt;Convense-me que eu sempre estive doente,&lt;br /&gt;E que tudo isto,&lt;br /&gt;Fará sentido quando eu melhorar.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei a diferença,&lt;br /&gt;Entre mim e o meu reflexo.&lt;br /&gt;Não posso deixar de pensar:&lt;br /&gt;Qual dos dois Tu amas? Eu ou o meu reflexo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25972031-114631337197813595?l=umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/feeds/114631337197813595/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25972031&amp;postID=114631337197813595&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/114631337197813595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/114631337197813595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/2006/04/espelho.html' title='Espelho'/><author><name>Jaqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11379702807052052006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25972031.post-114625465503622580</id><published>2006-04-28T20:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T21:12:54.650+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ajuda-me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4780/2719/1600/anjinho.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4780/2719/200/anjinho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Preciso de alguem que tenha uma caixinha do tesouro, não abre e não desvenda o seu conteúdo, preciso de depositar la alguns dos meus desabafos, tem de ser uma caixinha do tesouro, porque vou colocar um pedaso de min, algumas das coisas mais preciosas. Vem e ajuda-me. Se te achares digno, e eu depositar algo na tua caixinha, espero que nunca o desvendes a ninguem.&lt;br /&gt;Porfavor, ajuda-me, pesso-te.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25972031-114625465503622580?l=umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/feeds/114625465503622580/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25972031&amp;postID=114625465503622580&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/114625465503622580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/114625465503622580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/2006/04/ajuda-me.html' title='Ajuda-me'/><author><name>Jaqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11379702807052052006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25972031.post-114632840416364614</id><published>2006-04-28T17:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T17:39:41.416+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gostas assim tanto de alguem?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4780/2719/1600/flores_mao_II%20-2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4780/2719/320/flores_mao_II%20-2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4780/2719/1600/flores_mao_II%20-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um rapaz e uma rapariga iam de mota a 100 milhas (+/- 200km).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ela diz: Abrada! tou com medo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ela diz: Não, isto é divertido...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ela: Não e não! Por favor, estou assustada!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ele: Então diz que me amas. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ela: Pronto...eu amo-te! Abranda!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ele: Agora da-me um grade abraço&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ela abraça-o.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ele: Podes me tirar o capacete e po-lo em ti? Esta a fazer-me impressão. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No jornal do dia Seguinte: "Uma mota bateu contra um edifício por falta de travões. Duas pessoas iam na mota, apenas uma sobreviveu."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A verdade, é que a meio da rua, o rapaz percebeu que os travões não funcionavam, mas ele não queria que ela soubesse. Ele fe-la dizer que o amava, e abraça-lo uma ultima vez, depois fe-la usar o seu capacete para que ela sobrevivesse mesmo que ele morrese.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi-me enviado este e-mail, e achei que estava muito rialista, talvez eja este amor que falta na nossa sociedade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25972031-114632840416364614?l=umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/feeds/114632840416364614/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25972031&amp;postID=114632840416364614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/114632840416364614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/114632840416364614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/2006/04/gostas-assim-tanto-de-alguem.html' title='Gostas assim tanto de alguem?'/><author><name>Jaqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11379702807052052006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25972031.post-114570715474055854</id><published>2006-04-22T12:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T13:01:39.696+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Liberdade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4780/2719/1600/10842%20-%20sara.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4780/2719/200/10842%20-%20sara.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4780/2719/1600/10842%20-%20sara.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Um grito solto, perdido no ar&lt;br /&gt;e o eco indo de encontro à muralha&lt;br /&gt;de uma raça toda de negros bonitos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homens... mulheres... crianças... gente!&lt;br /&gt;Que finalmente agora, era livree&lt;br /&gt;no céu os raios de sol se&lt;br /&gt;reforçaram para obter mais brilho e cumprimentar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liberdade!&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe apenas um erro de cálculo?&lt;br /&gt;Não, não poderia ser! Agora não!&lt;br /&gt;Agora um sorriso bonito era plantado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em cada rosto, em cada face encovada pelo tempo&lt;br /&gt;em cada seio de família destruída&lt;br /&gt;em cada filho... em cada amor&lt;br /&gt;um sorriso bonito, sem significado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liberdade!&lt;br /&gt;Quanto sonho numa só palavra, e numa cor&lt;br /&gt;numa cor de pele, de um escravo&lt;br /&gt;que agora ele era gente, finalmente gente!&lt;br /&gt;Sem amo, sem chicote, sem feitor...&lt;br /&gt;Sem comida, sem casa, sem remédios...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liberdade!&lt;br /&gt;Bendita sejas! Será mesmo que chegaste?!...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25972031-114570715474055854?l=umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/feeds/114570715474055854/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25972031&amp;postID=114570715474055854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/114570715474055854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/114570715474055854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/2006/04/liberdade.html' title='Liberdade'/><author><name>Jaqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11379702807052052006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25972031.post-114495521053414697</id><published>2006-04-13T19:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T21:10:07.543+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mãe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4780/2719/1600/sangue.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4780/2719/320/sangue.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Fui a uma festa, Mãe, e lembrei-me do que disseste.&lt;br /&gt;Disseste para não beber álcool, por isso só bebi sumos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Realmente sentia orgulho por dentro, do modo que disseste que me iria sentir.Eu não bebi, mesmo quando os outros me diziam que devia beber.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sabia que estava certa, eu sabia que tinhas sempre razão.&lt;br /&gt;Agora a festa está quase no fim e todos estão a partir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À medida que me dirigia para o carro, eu sabia que chegaria a casa em paz. Devido à maneira como me educaste, tão responsável e carinhosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comecei por tirar o carro do parque, mas assim que entrei na estrada,um condutor não me viu e bateu-me com muita força.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto estava no pavimento, Mãe, ouvi o polícia dizer: "O outro tipo está bêbedo",&lt;br /&gt;e agora eu sou a única que vai pagar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou aqui deitada a morrer, Mãe, desejo que chegues aqui depressa.&lt;br /&gt;Como é que isto me pôde acontecer, Mãe?&lt;br /&gt;A minha vida foi rebentada como um balão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou rodeada de sangue, e a maior parte dele é meu.&lt;br /&gt;Oiço o médico dizer que morrerei dentro em breve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu somente te quero dizer, Mãe, eu juro que não bebi. Foram os outros, Mãe, os outros não pensaram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Provavelmente ele estava na mesma festa que eu,a única diferença é que ele bebeu e eu vou morrer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque bebem as pessoas, Mãe?&lt;br /&gt;Pode arruinar toda a nossa vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Estou a sentir dores intensas agora. Dores como se me estivessem a espetar uma faca.&lt;br /&gt;O tipo que me bateu está a andar, eu acho que não é justo.&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou aqui deitada a morrer e tudo o que ele faz é olhar especado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diz á minha irmã para não chorar, diz ao pai para ser corajoso.&lt;br /&gt;E quando eu for para o céu, Mãe, coloca "Filhinha do Papá" na minha sepultura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguém lhe deveria ter dito, para não beber e conduzir.Se alguém lhe tivesse dito, eu ainda estaria viva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha respiração está a diminuir, Mãe.&lt;br /&gt;Estou a ficar com muito medo.Por favor não chores por mim. Quando precisei de ti, tu sempre estiveste lá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Eu tenho uma última questão, antes de dizer adeus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Eu não bebi e conduzi, porque é que tenho que ser eu a morrer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25972031-114495521053414697?l=umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/feeds/114495521053414697/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25972031&amp;postID=114495521053414697&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/114495521053414697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25972031/posts/default/114495521053414697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umundoaocontrario.blogspot.com/2006/04/me.html' title='Mãe'/><author><name>Jaqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11379702807052052006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
