<?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-250831804028976058</id><updated>2012-01-16T23:01:12.464Z</updated><category term='change'/><category term='2009'/><category term='special people'/><category term='2008'/><category term='grow'/><title type='text'>Utopias do Coração ♥</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>m☮</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03548607317803456985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TQ4f__fuLSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q5RR0TU6AXw/S220/PA030379.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250831804028976058.post-7119355518002208850</id><published>2012-01-16T23:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-16T23:01:12.470Z</updated><title type='text'>Nova morada:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Vou andar por aqui:&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://wedresstoexpress.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://wedresstoexpress.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cd7LlfBDie8/TxSsAoz2-GI/AAAAAAAAAOE/eGHSRyi-Z_w/s1600/Picture1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cd7LlfBDie8/TxSsAoz2-GI/AAAAAAAAAOE/eGHSRyi-Z_w/s400/Picture1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250831804028976058-7119355518002208850?l=utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/7119355518002208850/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2012/01/nova-morada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/7119355518002208850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/7119355518002208850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2012/01/nova-morada.html' title='Nova morada:'/><author><name>m☮</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03548607317803456985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TQ4f__fuLSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q5RR0TU6AXw/S220/PA030379.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cd7LlfBDie8/TxSsAoz2-GI/AAAAAAAAAOE/eGHSRyi-Z_w/s72-c/Picture1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250831804028976058.post-5712005748177640350</id><published>2011-11-03T00:06:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-03T00:13:41.831Z</updated><title type='text'>happy bday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Podemos chocar em muitos pontos de vista e opiniões, divergir nos mais diversos assuntos e acabar por ter amuos da treta, não porque não gostamos uma da outra, mas porque somos demasiado iguais, nenhuma de nós sabe ficar calada, e também porque ambas somos impulsivas e temos q ter sempre a ultima palavra.&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de tudo, com o tempo aprendemos a moldar-nos uma á outra..&lt;br /&gt;O tempo passa, há coisas q mudam mas o essencial permanece, é por isso que afirmo que certamente daqui a muitos anos continuo a ter em ti a amiga que sempre tive, e vice-versa.&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns pelos 19 anos, desejo-te o melhor do mundo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;INDSMC, gosto muuuuuuuito de ti!*&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/250831804028976058-5712005748177640350?l=utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/5712005748177640350/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-bday.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/5712005748177640350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/5712005748177640350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-bday.html' title='happy bday!'/><author><name>m☮</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03548607317803456985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TQ4f__fuLSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q5RR0TU6AXw/S220/PA030379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250831804028976058.post-7220159651504696127</id><published>2011-09-21T21:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T21:58:15.472+01:00</updated><title type='text'>mrp</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix" style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 20px; word-wrap: break-word; zoom: 1;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R3Xfep6AkCc/Tno_MH5zcxI/AAAAAAAAAOA/MvCAk5_OK08/s1600/73505_172142766135417_129255280424166_615642_2132555_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R3Xfep6AkCc/Tno_MH5zcxI/AAAAAAAAAOA/MvCAk5_OK08/s320/73505_172142766135417_129255280424166_615642_2132555_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"Dá muito trabalho viver a dois, mesmo que não se viva debaixo do mesmo tecto. É como se a nossa vida deixasse de ser completamente nossa; há outro, uma outra pessoa que também a vive connosco, que faz parte dela. Uma pessoa que cuida de nós e de quem precisamos de cuidar. Alguém que, antes de nós, já viveu uma vida inteira, já amou outras pessoas e já lambeu as feridas. Alguém que é um conjunto intrigante e complexo de defeitos, qualidades e experiências, alguém único e difícil de entender, tal como nós. Mas, acima de tudo trata-se de alguém que gosta de nós. E que gosta tanto que é connosco que quer partilhar a vida." Margarida Rebelo Pinto&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250831804028976058-7220159651504696127?l=utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/7220159651504696127/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2011/09/mrp.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/7220159651504696127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/7220159651504696127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2011/09/mrp.html' title='mrp'/><author><name>m☮</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03548607317803456985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TQ4f__fuLSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q5RR0TU6AXw/S220/PA030379.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R3Xfep6AkCc/Tno_MH5zcxI/AAAAAAAAAOA/MvCAk5_OK08/s72-c/73505_172142766135417_129255280424166_615642_2132555_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250831804028976058.post-669194243715342676</id><published>2011-09-15T20:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T20:36:28.823+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Body and Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/_OFMkCeP6ok/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_OFMkCeP6ok&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_OFMkCeP6ok&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Arrepiante, comovente, tocante, emocionante.. não consigo arranjar adjectivos suficientes p descrever o que esta música provoca em mim.&amp;nbsp;&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/250831804028976058-669194243715342676?l=utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/669194243715342676/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2011/09/body-and-soul.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/669194243715342676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/669194243715342676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2011/09/body-and-soul.html' title='Body and Soul'/><author><name>m☮</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03548607317803456985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TQ4f__fuLSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q5RR0TU6AXw/S220/PA030379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250831804028976058.post-7878257875645458710</id><published>2011-09-06T15:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T15:26:26.231+01:00</updated><title type='text'>allgarve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-StHMHvVHvAI/TmYs3NwutjI/AAAAAAAAAN8/vxY95Crr4RY/s1600/P8310022.JPG_effected.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-StHMHvVHvAI/TmYs3NwutjI/AAAAAAAAAN8/vxY95Crr4RY/s320/P8310022.JPG_effected.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250831804028976058-7878257875645458710?l=utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/7878257875645458710/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/7878257875645458710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/7878257875645458710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title='allgarve'/><author><name>m☮</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03548607317803456985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TQ4f__fuLSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q5RR0TU6AXw/S220/PA030379.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-StHMHvVHvAI/TmYs3NwutjI/AAAAAAAAAN8/vxY95Crr4RY/s72-c/P8310022.JPG_effected.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250831804028976058.post-1960036294663645149</id><published>2011-08-31T01:21:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T03:32:38.428+01:00</updated><title type='text'>destination: vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BlkRo9-vMZk/Tl2c0HxO9mI/AAAAAAAAAN4/bHeZKHa-v3M/s1600/134531_1378150832046_1780165003_731874_3731931_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BlkRo9-vMZk/Tl2c0HxO9mI/AAAAAAAAAN4/bHeZKHa-v3M/s640/134531_1378150832046_1780165003_731874_3731931_o.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Pois é, já fiz praia na Zambujeira.. mas nada chega as praias do nosso querido Algarve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;E é para lá que vou até dia 11.&lt;br /&gt;Portanto.. Querido SOL, não te escondas nestes dias por favor, por favor, por favorrrr!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250831804028976058-1960036294663645149?l=utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/1960036294663645149/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2011/08/destination-vacation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/1960036294663645149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/1960036294663645149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2011/08/destination-vacation.html' title='destination: vacation'/><author><name>m☮</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03548607317803456985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TQ4f__fuLSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q5RR0TU6AXw/S220/PA030379.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BlkRo9-vMZk/Tl2c0HxO9mI/AAAAAAAAAN4/bHeZKHa-v3M/s72-c/134531_1378150832046_1780165003_731874_3731931_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250831804028976058.post-2830181491556278714</id><published>2011-08-23T21:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T21:24:16.828+01:00</updated><title type='text'>When love is not madness, it is not love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iXMr2RabUl4/TlQL7E1o0SI/AAAAAAAAAMg/z0LxbqQ26Iw/s1600/189448_205197819499265_178136118872102_802933_5008423_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iXMr2RabUl4/TlQL7E1o0SI/AAAAAAAAAMg/z0LxbqQ26Iw/s320/189448_205197819499265_178136118872102_802933_5008423_n.jpg" width="248" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Podem dizer que é um extremo, e secalhar até é. Sempre fui uma pessoa de extremos, ainda não consegui decidir se isso é um defeito ou uma qualidade, prefiro pensar que é simplesmente um traço da minha personalidade.. Mas não entendo como é que alguém se pode sentir satisfeito com meios-termos, os opostos dão-me prazer, ou gosto do doce ou do amargo, do sol ou da lua, do dia ou da noite, do amor ou do ódio, do quente ou do frio, do verão ou do inverno, do 8 ou do 80, da atenção ou do desprezo, da lembrança ou do esquecimento, do muito ou do pouco, da água ou do fogo, do respeito ou da intolerância, do verdadeiro ou do falso, do certo ou do errado, do diferente ou do semelhante, do tudo ou do nada..&lt;br /&gt;"nunca curti viver á base do quase", é um dos meus ideiais. Se é para viver, então que o façamos a sério, a vivenciar, a experimentar, a descobrir e a procurar sempre algo mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Desculpem-me a frontalidade, mas quem nunca viveu situações limite, então nem sequer conhece os seus próprios limites. Isto tudo, para dizer que, não acredito em 'amores-perfeitos', em relações que parecem acabadas de sair de um livro do Nicholas Sparks ou coisa do género. Tal como o título diz (e agora em português) "quando o amor não é louco, não é amor", e é exactamente isso. Amar é sentir, viver e querer tudo ao máximo, é sofreguidão, medo,&amp;nbsp;angustia, desejo, possessão, é agarrar, não largar, ficar assim durante horas, dias, e mesmo assim não estar satisfeito, é querer mais, sonhar mais, possuir mais, sempre mais e mais e mais (...) até ao ponto em que não há barreiras ou limites.&lt;br /&gt;O que é q eu disse mesmo sobre limites..? Esqueçam, eu gosto de amor, amor sem limites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250831804028976058-2830181491556278714?l=utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/2830181491556278714/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2011/08/when-love-is-not-madness-it-is-not-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/2830181491556278714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/2830181491556278714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2011/08/when-love-is-not-madness-it-is-not-love.html' title='When love is not madness, it is not love.'/><author><name>m☮</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03548607317803456985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TQ4f__fuLSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q5RR0TU6AXw/S220/PA030379.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iXMr2RabUl4/TlQL7E1o0SI/AAAAAAAAAMg/z0LxbqQ26Iw/s72-c/189448_205197819499265_178136118872102_802933_5008423_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250831804028976058.post-2088875910090709504</id><published>2011-08-13T03:21:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T03:22:29.473+01:00</updated><title type='text'>❥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7rghVQ3mX30/TkXTKP7KcpI/AAAAAAAAAMc/yAl4zueqoVA/s1600/190109_203602549658792_178136118872102_789213_3787057_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7rghVQ3mX30/TkXTKP7KcpI/AAAAAAAAAMc/yAl4zueqoVA/s400/190109_203602549658792_178136118872102_789213_3787057_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"When you get to know someone, all their physical characteristics start to desappear. You begin to dwell in their energy,&amp;nbsp;recognize the scent of their skin. You see only the essence of the person, not the shell. That's why you can't fall in&amp;nbsp;love with beauty or looks. You can lust after it, be infatuated by it, want to own it. You can love it with your eyes and&amp;nbsp;your body, but not your heart. That's why when you really connect with a person, any physical imperfections desappear,&amp;nbsp;become irrelevant."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250831804028976058-2088875910090709504?l=utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/2088875910090709504/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/2088875910090709504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/2088875910090709504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html' title='❥'/><author><name>m☮</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03548607317803456985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TQ4f__fuLSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q5RR0TU6AXw/S220/PA030379.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7rghVQ3mX30/TkXTKP7KcpI/AAAAAAAAAMc/yAl4zueqoVA/s72-c/190109_203602549658792_178136118872102_789213_3787057_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250831804028976058.post-313125490551234098</id><published>2011-08-10T03:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T03:46:31.173+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Realmente, há pessoas que só nos desiludem.. e em momentos cruciais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250831804028976058-313125490551234098?l=utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/313125490551234098/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2011/08/realmente-ha-pessoas-que-so-nos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/313125490551234098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/313125490551234098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2011/08/realmente-ha-pessoas-que-so-nos.html' title=''/><author><name>m☮</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03548607317803456985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TQ4f__fuLSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q5RR0TU6AXw/S220/PA030379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250831804028976058.post-6369726094059047740</id><published>2011-07-24T00:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T00:00:39.391+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amy Winehouse (14 Setembro 1983 - 23 Julho 2011)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSxt_S_WM5E/TisFFroaq7I/AAAAAAAAAMY/aXqsDVxPtQ8/s1600/minhas-imagens12-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSxt_S_WM5E/TisFFroaq7I/AAAAAAAAAMY/aXqsDVxPtQ8/s640/minhas-imagens12-1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"Only&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;the best die young", e é bem verdade.&lt;br /&gt;Era fã, a voz dela provoca qualquer coisa em mim que não consigo explicar nem descrever. É alucinante como uma branca, consegue ter uma voz com tanto soul.&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de me considerar fã dela, não nego que ela criou o seu próprio destino, e a sua morte já era algo que se vinha a prever desde há algum tempo atrás. Quando anunciaram o nome dela no cartaz do SudoesteTMN, fiquei felícissima, primeiro porque não tinha tido oportunidade de ir ver o concerto dela no Rock in Rio, mas também porque tinha plena noção de que seria uma oportunidade única de a ver, tendo em conta o estado lastimável dela..tinha consciência de que era uma questão de tempo, até ela morrer.&lt;br /&gt;Poucos dias depois o entusiasmo desvaneceu-se quando vi que haviam cancelado toda a sua Tour Europeia, incluíndo o concerto no Sudoeste. Quando li a notícia confesso que pensei logo no pior, mas tentei acreditar que era um time break para melhorar e tentar a reabilitação novamente (será que alguma vez tinha realmente tentado?). &amp;nbsp;Não a culpo, nem faço juízos de valor acerca das suas escolhas mais ou menos correctas, a única coisa que me entristece verdadeiramente é o facto dela se vir a auto-degradar, e por conseguinte, isso se reflectir na sua voz e capacidade de performance.&lt;br /&gt;Sei que nos deixou o melhor dela, mas não duvido que no seu pleno conseguiria dar-nos ainda mais e melhor, com mais qualidade ainda. Amy Winehouse vai ficar na história da música, pela sua voz inconfundível e a capacidade de escrita que me consegue tocar quase tanto como a forma como cantava, era impossível não sentir o que ela sentia enquanto cantava, emocionada..&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/250831804028976058-6369726094059047740?l=utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/6369726094059047740/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2011/07/amy-winehouse-14-setembro-1983-23-julho.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/6369726094059047740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/6369726094059047740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2011/07/amy-winehouse-14-setembro-1983-23-julho.html' title='Amy Winehouse (14 Setembro 1983 - 23 Julho 2011)'/><author><name>m☮</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03548607317803456985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TQ4f__fuLSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q5RR0TU6AXw/S220/PA030379.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSxt_S_WM5E/TisFFroaq7I/AAAAAAAAAMY/aXqsDVxPtQ8/s72-c/minhas-imagens12-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250831804028976058.post-170677354489907297</id><published>2011-07-18T03:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T03:01:17.192+01:00</updated><title type='text'>incógnito</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E8QZbXvY7BM/TiMCdnZLHjI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Wwv2jqgbFFw/s1600/182673_186721984701689_166880013352553_443098_2405173_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E8QZbXvY7BM/TiMCdnZLHjI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Wwv2jqgbFFw/s400/182673_186721984701689_166880013352553_443098_2405173_n.jpg" width="235" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Há quem diga que tudo acontece por uma razão e que&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;tudo tem um propósito. Eu própria defendo essa ideia, mas ás vezes é tão complicado conseguir ver qual é a razão para nos acontecer coisas que só nos fazem sentir tristes e sem orientação.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo do q está para vir, em relação a tudo.. Queria congelar momentos, ficar eternamente numa determinada etapa em q n há mudanças, nem questões sem resposta, nem ansiedade ou incerteza acerca do q o futuro reserva para nós.&lt;br /&gt;Nem tudo está nas nossas mãos e isso assusta-me, não poder fazer planos a médio prazo, muito menos a longo prazo.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo é uma incógnita, um livro aberto, que no entanto ainda tem as páginas seguintes em branco.&lt;br /&gt;E eu tenho medo, de não poder comandar quase nada..&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei o que quero, sempre soube e sempre saberei, o problema é que nem sempre sabemos o q querem de nós, ou se querem.&lt;br /&gt;Vou continuar a caminhar, mesmo sem saber onde é o &lt;br /&gt;fim da estrada, muito menos o que me espera pelo caminho..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250831804028976058-170677354489907297?l=utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/170677354489907297/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2011/07/incognito.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/170677354489907297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/170677354489907297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2011/07/incognito.html' title='incógnito'/><author><name>m☮</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03548607317803456985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TQ4f__fuLSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q5RR0TU6AXw/S220/PA030379.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E8QZbXvY7BM/TiMCdnZLHjI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Wwv2jqgbFFw/s72-c/182673_186721984701689_166880013352553_443098_2405173_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250831804028976058.post-6234946554937198283</id><published>2011-06-26T01:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T01:20:22.601+01:00</updated><title type='text'>desire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4c_qABp_oFs/TgZ6zQNW0eI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/WiXRR6Hww5w/s1600/259870_217106698329884_166880013352553_643139_4312661_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="276" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4c_qABp_oFs/TgZ6zQNW0eI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/WiXRR6Hww5w/s640/259870_217106698329884_166880013352553_643139_4312661_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Há melhor sensação, do que estar com a pessoa que mais amamos, dar a mão e o coração?&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/250831804028976058-6234946554937198283?l=utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/6234946554937198283/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2011/06/desire.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/6234946554937198283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/6234946554937198283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2011/06/desire.html' title='desire'/><author><name>m☮</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03548607317803456985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TQ4f__fuLSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q5RR0TU6AXw/S220/PA030379.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4c_qABp_oFs/TgZ6zQNW0eI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/WiXRR6Hww5w/s72-c/259870_217106698329884_166880013352553_643139_4312661_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250831804028976058.post-8711961962700890311</id><published>2011-05-18T22:48:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T22:48:44.234+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"feelings are intense, words are trivial"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kNP0mjP_RmE/TdQ-qVAs_KI/AAAAAAAAAMM/EaEGSgWKxZs/s1600/227050_208162502557637_166880013352553_579384_6858205_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kNP0mjP_RmE/TdQ-qVAs_KI/AAAAAAAAAMM/EaEGSgWKxZs/s400/227050_208162502557637_166880013352553_579384_6858205_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250831804028976058-8711961962700890311?l=utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/8711961962700890311/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2011/05/feelings-are-intense-words-are-trivial.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/8711961962700890311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/8711961962700890311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2011/05/feelings-are-intense-words-are-trivial.html' title='&quot;feelings are intense, words are trivial&quot;'/><author><name>m☮</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03548607317803456985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TQ4f__fuLSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q5RR0TU6AXw/S220/PA030379.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kNP0mjP_RmE/TdQ-qVAs_KI/AAAAAAAAAMM/EaEGSgWKxZs/s72-c/227050_208162502557637_166880013352553_579384_6858205_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250831804028976058.post-8410876619264976146</id><published>2011-04-30T00:29:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T00:32:26.159+01:00</updated><title type='text'>sex and the city</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H2VP8dgu4-c/TbtIplJl35I/AAAAAAAAALg/gNEi2KHIZbk/s1600/149156_10150094158026204_329320336203_7224462_679880_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H2VP8dgu4-c/TbtIplJl35I/AAAAAAAAALg/gNEi2KHIZbk/s400/149156_10150094158026204_329320336203_7224462_679880_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Born to be wild&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250831804028976058-8410876619264976146?l=utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/8410876619264976146/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2011/04/sex-and-city.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/8410876619264976146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/8410876619264976146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2011/04/sex-and-city.html' title='sex and the city'/><author><name>m☮</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03548607317803456985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TQ4f__fuLSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q5RR0TU6AXw/S220/PA030379.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H2VP8dgu4-c/TbtIplJl35I/AAAAAAAAALg/gNEi2KHIZbk/s72-c/149156_10150094158026204_329320336203_7224462_679880_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250831804028976058.post-116845279316887156</id><published>2011-04-24T16:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T16:42:27.301+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you ever really forgive,if you can't forget?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B5yvM7F88FI/TbQ_ziAu5AI/AAAAAAAAAKk/zZMMIbBKuQc/s1600/205305_210715915611435_129255280424166_928361_5783087_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="195" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B5yvM7F88FI/TbQ_ziAu5AI/AAAAAAAAAKk/zZMMIbBKuQc/s320/205305_210715915611435_129255280424166_928361_5783087_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Sabes quando o coração diz uma coisa mas a cabeça grita mais alto exactamente o contrário? Eu sei o que quero e o que sinto, quero-te comigo e isso é das coisas mais certas no meu coração. A minha cabeça por outro lado, grita exaustivamente para que eu repense em tudo aquilo que quero, e que, nem sempre é o melhor para mim. "Ás vezes temos que esquecer o que queremos para nos lembrarmos daquilo que merecemos", a frase soa na minha cabeça e faz mais sentido do que nunca, não me acho perfeita (longe disso), não descarto os meus erros, assumo-os e enfrento-os mas não quero carregá-los constantemente ás costas, numa espécie de "castigo". Tudo aquilo que fazemos, faz de nós aquilo que somos e os meus erros fizeram com que progredisse e aprendesse que os nossos actos têm consequências, não só na nossa vida, como também na de terceiros, o que lhes dá um peso extra, especialmente quando é na vida daqueles de quem mais gostamos.&lt;br /&gt;Há coisas que só fazem sentido quando são vividas a dois, eu e tu.. Espero que não vejas isso tarde de mais.&lt;br /&gt;Porque "quem espera sempre alcança" (e eu sempre acreditei nisto), mas agora começo a achar que "quem espera, desespera.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250831804028976058-116845279316887156?l=utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/116845279316887156/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2011/04/can-you-ever-really-forgiveif-you-cant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/116845279316887156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/116845279316887156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2011/04/can-you-ever-really-forgiveif-you-cant.html' title='Can you ever really forgive,if you can&apos;t forget?'/><author><name>m☮</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03548607317803456985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TQ4f__fuLSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q5RR0TU6AXw/S220/PA030379.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B5yvM7F88FI/TbQ_ziAu5AI/AAAAAAAAAKk/zZMMIbBKuQc/s72-c/205305_210715915611435_129255280424166_928361_5783087_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250831804028976058.post-8495738522268920330</id><published>2011-04-19T18:01:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T18:04:43.283+01:00</updated><title type='text'>sunrise - benalmadena 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SgvB5QcIp7E/Ta2-jFbvLvI/AAAAAAAAAKg/lJSRDcmRwxw/s1600/P4170539.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SgvB5QcIp7E/Ta2-jFbvLvI/AAAAAAAAAKg/lJSRDcmRwxw/s400/P4170539.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Porque é que as pessoas têm tendência p complicar coisas que podiam ser tão simples?&lt;br /&gt;Dizem q as melhores coisas da vida são dadas, então porque é que não nos damos como se não houvesse amanhã? e porque não recebemos de braços bem abertos tudo aquilo que nos querem dar? Quando se ama, dar é sempre mais importante do que receber, contudo, o que mais magoa nem é quando damos e não recebemos algo em troca, mas sim quando nem sequer nos deixam dar tudo aquilo que temos para oferecer.&lt;br /&gt;sinto a tua falta, mesmo que fale e não oiças, mesmo que não queiras ouvir, mesmo que não queiras saber nem sentir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250831804028976058-8495738522268920330?l=utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/8495738522268920330/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2011/04/sunrise-benalmadena-2011.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/8495738522268920330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/8495738522268920330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2011/04/sunrise-benalmadena-2011.html' title='sunrise - benalmadena 2011'/><author><name>m☮</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03548607317803456985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TQ4f__fuLSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q5RR0TU6AXw/S220/PA030379.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SgvB5QcIp7E/Ta2-jFbvLvI/AAAAAAAAAKg/lJSRDcmRwxw/s72-c/P4170539.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250831804028976058.post-1418685617746510311</id><published>2011-04-01T23:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T23:13:09.646+01:00</updated><title type='text'>work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JLroN5Q1jQg/TZZNk61oyFI/AAAAAAAAAKc/RboNOvDGtAc/s1600/162956_181223598560667_129255280424166_684988_6514923_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JLroN5Q1jQg/TZZNk61oyFI/AAAAAAAAAKc/RboNOvDGtAc/s400/162956_181223598560667_129255280424166_684988_6514923_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;"&gt;Numa única semana de aulas, trabalhei mais do que no resto do período inteiro, aliás.. numa única semana fiz aquilo que deveria ter feito durante um período!&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/250831804028976058-1418685617746510311?l=utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/1418685617746510311/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2011/04/work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/1418685617746510311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/1418685617746510311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2011/04/work.html' title='work'/><author><name>m☮</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03548607317803456985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TQ4f__fuLSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q5RR0TU6AXw/S220/PA030379.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JLroN5Q1jQg/TZZNk61oyFI/AAAAAAAAAKc/RboNOvDGtAc/s72-c/162956_181223598560667_129255280424166_684988_6514923_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250831804028976058.post-5079869587793218618</id><published>2011-03-09T15:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-09T15:06:35.152Z</updated><title type='text'>The lucky one</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/MGe_xB9jUwY/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MGe_xB9jUwY?f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MGe_xB9jUwY?f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Já não passava aqui há uns tempinhos, não é falta de tempo, é mesmo falta de algo para escrever. Não entendo muito bem porquê, mas quando tudo corre bem nem me lembro disto..&lt;br /&gt;Sem grande paciência para escrever, até porque a minha dor de cabeça não o permite. Tou enfiada na cama ha mais de 24h, com uma gripe que me está a matar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Por isso, vim apenas deixar esta música que me acalma imenso :)*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250831804028976058-5079869587793218618?l=utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/5079869587793218618/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2011/03/lucky-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/5079869587793218618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/5079869587793218618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2011/03/lucky-one.html' title='The lucky one'/><author><name>m☮</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03548607317803456985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TQ4f__fuLSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q5RR0TU6AXw/S220/PA030379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250831804028976058.post-3414401786251889477</id><published>2011-01-29T22:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-29T22:54:21.201Z</updated><title type='text'>love and other drugs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TUSFs3SIJRI/AAAAAAAAAKU/cYbr0FDx8Ao/s1600/167108_190148884334805_129255280424166_766770_3970711_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TUSFs3SIJRI/AAAAAAAAAKU/cYbr0FDx8Ao/s320/167108_190148884334805_129255280424166_766770_3970711_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"Sometimes the things you want the most don't happen and what you least expect happens. I don't know - you meet thousands of people and none of them really touch you. And then you meet that one person and your life is changed"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;love and other drugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250831804028976058-3414401786251889477?l=utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/3414401786251889477/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2011/01/love-and-other-drugs.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/3414401786251889477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/3414401786251889477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2011/01/love-and-other-drugs.html' title='love and other drugs'/><author><name>m☮</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03548607317803456985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TQ4f__fuLSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q5RR0TU6AXw/S220/PA030379.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TUSFs3SIJRI/AAAAAAAAAKU/cYbr0FDx8Ao/s72-c/167108_190148884334805_129255280424166_766770_3970711_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250831804028976058.post-3185133009568848060</id><published>2011-01-21T22:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-21T22:58:32.841Z</updated><title type='text'>destino</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TToM0PH2zqI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/doNDROOyR-s/s1600/76439_172143682801992_129255280424166_615704_2750508_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TToM0PH2zqI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/doNDROOyR-s/s320/76439_172143682801992_129255280424166_615704_2750508_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ás vezes quero acreditar (e preciso de acreditar) que o rumo da nossa vida está apenas nas nossas mãos, mas há coisas que vêm deitar por terra esta ideia. Começo a achar que determinadas coisas não estão, de todo, ao nosso alcance e chegam mesmo a transcenderem-nos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Há momentos em que de nada vale remar para a esquerda se a maré nos leva para a direita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Não sei se é destino ou não, mas começo a achar que, feliz ou infelizmente, não há coincidências.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250831804028976058-3185133009568848060?l=utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/3185133009568848060/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2011/01/destino.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/3185133009568848060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/3185133009568848060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2011/01/destino.html' title='destino'/><author><name>m☮</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03548607317803456985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TQ4f__fuLSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q5RR0TU6AXw/S220/PA030379.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TToM0PH2zqI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/doNDROOyR-s/s72-c/76439_172143682801992_129255280424166_615704_2750508_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250831804028976058.post-2628138359339114387</id><published>2011-01-20T23:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-20T23:19:10.494Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="clearfix" id="photocaption_parent" style="color: #333333; display: block; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; zoom: 1;"&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock clearfix" style="display: block; zoom: 1;"&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_ICON_Content" style="display: table-cell; padding-top: 1px; vertical-align: top; width: 10000px;"&gt;&lt;div class="photocaption"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TTjCssQ23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Pf67GfK5IJ0/s1600/75168_172724876077206_129255280424166_620069_34076_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TTjCssQ23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Pf67GfK5IJ0/s320/75168_172724876077206_129255280424166_620069_34076_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="photocaption_text" style="line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="photocaption_text" style="line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 14px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;while someone breaks your heart, another someone is waiting to fix it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="phototags_row" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250831804028976058-2628138359339114387?l=utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/2628138359339114387/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2011/01/while-someone-breaks-your-heart-another.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/2628138359339114387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/2628138359339114387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2011/01/while-someone-breaks-your-heart-another.html' title=''/><author><name>m☮</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03548607317803456985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TQ4f__fuLSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q5RR0TU6AXw/S220/PA030379.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TTjCssQ23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Pf67GfK5IJ0/s72-c/75168_172724876077206_129255280424166_620069_34076_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250831804028976058.post-3130523200593972144</id><published>2011-01-19T13:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-19T13:42:46.953Z</updated><title type='text'>para todos os homens</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"Tudo bem, nós queremos raparigas &amp;nbsp;boa onda, sexys, sedutoras, bonitas, inteligentes e simpáticas. É muito fácil falar, porque quando nos apareçe uma assim, de 'bandeja', a primeira coisa que nós pensamos é 'Ah, dei-me bem!'. Ficamos com ela uma vez, duas. E depois disso começamos a pensar que esta é a rapariga que as nossas mães gostariam de ter como noras. Se tivermos um relacionamento, vai ser algo estável. Vamos buscá-la à escola, vamos ao cinema, a um bar e vai haver sexo todas as semanas... tudo bem básico, até se tornar uma rotina e perder a graça. Começamos a ver os outros rapazes bem vestidos e bem humorados, a ir para as discotecas para engatar miúdas e morremos de inveja, começamos a sentir falta de tudo isso. Pensamos 'acho que não estou pronto para isto, não quero dedicar o resto da minha vida a um relacionamento'. E a tal rapariga transforma-se numa 'mala', e começamos a sentir um grande 'nojo' dela, uma aversão. Quando vemos o nome dela no ecrã do telemóvel, não temos vontade de atender... JÁ ERA! A promessa de algo estável vai por àgua abaixo, e se ela não perceber o que se passa, nós começamos a ser secos, muito secos. E ela pensa 'o que é que eu fiz?'. Coitada, ela não fez nada, a culpa é mesmo nossa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Aí voltamos para a nossa rica vidinha, que nós mesmos odiavamos a semana passada. Esperamos anciosamente a hora de sair para arrasar na noite... ou até engatar aquela gata que sempre quisemos. GRANDE DESILUSÃO, chegamos a casa depois dessa noite, sozinhos, e ficamos a tentar descobrir porque é que não estamos satisfeitos. Derepente, descobrimos que é porque a tal gata, a linda, a gostosa, misteriosa, que nos nossos sonhos disse 'fico contigo', nem sequer nos pediu o número de telemóvel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;FRUSTRAÇÃO, apesar de tudo, ficamos a pensar na nossa ex-namorada. Ela até podia ter os seus defeitos mas era boa onda, e ficava ao nosso lado a toda a hora a dar-nos valor. E enquanto isso a rapariga, chateada, magoada, não percebe porque é que acabamos com ela. E essa dúvida vira angústia, mais tarde raiva, e ela manda-nos à PUTA QUE NOS PARIU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Não quer saber de mais nada, só quer sair, aproveitar, curtir com outros e sair mais. Resolve não andar com mais ninguém, para não sair chateada ou magoada... e a culpa é nossa, acabamos de criar uma 'montra'. O tempo passa e continua tudo na mesma, continuamos a reclamar da vida e das raparigas. Elas só querem rapazes 'cãezinhos', e não estão nem aí para nós... ou será que nós é que nos transformamos nos 'cãezinhos?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Mas elas são assim por nossa culpa. A mulher da noite hoje em dia, era a boa rapariga de um rapaz ontem, e assim sucessivamente... provavelmente essa nossa ex-namorada, está agora a enlouqueçer a cabeça de outros rapazes por aí. Perdêmo-la para sempre, ela virou uma rapariga de sonho, constantemente a enlouqueçer a cabeça de outros rapazes... E quando a encontramos na noite, ela? Ela nem olha para nós... (mas estava linda, como sempre..)"&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/250831804028976058-3130523200593972144?l=utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/3130523200593972144/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2011/01/para-todos-os-homens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/3130523200593972144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/3130523200593972144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2011/01/para-todos-os-homens.html' title='para todos os homens'/><author><name>m☮</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03548607317803456985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TQ4f__fuLSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q5RR0TU6AXw/S220/PA030379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250831804028976058.post-3977964116674740454</id><published>2011-01-15T18:10:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-15T18:12:25.492Z</updated><title type='text'>what I want</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TTHiVT0-mRI/AAAAAAAAAKI/YaoLR9HFKPA/s1600/35480_180132725336421_129255280424166_676442_6797578_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TTHiVT0-mRI/AAAAAAAAAKI/YaoLR9HFKPA/s400/35480_180132725336421_129255280424166_676442_6797578_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"Alguém de quem me possa orgulhar. Que seja sobretudo meu amigo. Com quem partilhe a vida. Alguém que seja o melhor para&amp;nbsp;mim e não aquela pessoa em quem tropecei a determinada altura da vida.&lt;span class=" fbUnderline" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Que goste de mim pelo que sou, que puxe por mim, me&amp;nbsp;estimule, me faça ser ainda mais e melhor&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class=" fbUnderline" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Que aceite as minhas loucuras, as minhas inseguranças, mas que não se deixe&amp;nbsp;inferiorizar quando estou em alta e me apetece brilhar&lt;/span&gt;. Que me deixe fazê-lo brilhar. Alguém que não precisa de gostar da&amp;nbsp;mesma música, ou dos mesmos filmes, mas que terá, obrigatoriamente, de partilhar pelos meus gostos pelas viagens, pela forma&amp;nbsp;como gosto de as fazer, e por conhecer pessoas novas, meter conversas com elas, enriquecer-se pessoalmente através de&amp;nbsp;encontros assim. Uma pessoa para quem o sexo seja um work in progress.. Um campo a explorar sempre, dentro do limite dos&amp;nbsp;nossos desejos. No fundo,&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class=" fbUnderline" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;terá que ser alguém que compreenda que uma relação implica trabalho e que não admito que me tomem&amp;nbsp;como garantida&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class=" fbUnderline"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sou como um carro topo de gama - tenho uma manutenção cara mas duro para a vida.&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250831804028976058-3977964116674740454?l=utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/3977964116674740454/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2011/01/alguem-de-quem-me-possa-orgulhar.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/3977964116674740454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/3977964116674740454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2011/01/alguem-de-quem-me-possa-orgulhar.html' title='what I want'/><author><name>m☮</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03548607317803456985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TQ4f__fuLSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q5RR0TU6AXw/S220/PA030379.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TTHiVT0-mRI/AAAAAAAAAKI/YaoLR9HFKPA/s72-c/35480_180132725336421_129255280424166_676442_6797578_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250831804028976058.post-3439414724101801740</id><published>2011-01-12T21:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-12T21:34:47.267Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TS4dFWOJDVI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wxz-1knembQ/s1600/164301_186474714702222_129255280424166_730520_910285_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TS4dFWOJDVI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wxz-1knembQ/s400/164301_186474714702222_129255280424166_730520_910285_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;O que não nos mata torna-nos mais fortes..&amp;nbsp;&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/250831804028976058-3439414724101801740?l=utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/3439414724101801740/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2011/01/o-que-nao-nos-mata-torna-nos-mais.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/3439414724101801740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/3439414724101801740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2011/01/o-que-nao-nos-mata-torna-nos-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>m☮</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03548607317803456985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TQ4f__fuLSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q5RR0TU6AXw/S220/PA030379.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TS4dFWOJDVI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Wxz-1knembQ/s72-c/164301_186474714702222_129255280424166_730520_910285_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250831804028976058.post-4171920237793321616</id><published>2011-01-05T23:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-05T23:21:59.810Z</updated><title type='text'>f*ck</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Há dias que podiam desaparecer do calendário muito sinceramente..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250831804028976058-4171920237793321616?l=utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/4171920237793321616/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2011/01/fck.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/4171920237793321616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/4171920237793321616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2011/01/fck.html' title='f*ck'/><author><name>m☮</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03548607317803456985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TQ4f__fuLSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q5RR0TU6AXw/S220/PA030379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250831804028976058.post-9074852689564130534</id><published>2011-01-03T20:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-03T20:24:59.008Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TSItmNty90I/AAAAAAAAAKA/pOQN6YMxAZM/s1600/162977_183950121621348_129255280424166_704684_7766994_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TSItmNty90I/AAAAAAAAAKA/pOQN6YMxAZM/s320/162977_183950121621348_129255280424166_704684_7766994_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;1º dia de aulas e já há tanto em que pensar, tanto para fazer..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;quero fériaaaaaas!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Não gosto de inicios de ano, nem do mês de Janeiro!&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/250831804028976058-9074852689564130534?l=utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/9074852689564130534/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2011/01/1-dia-de-aulas-e-ja-ha-tanto-em-que.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/9074852689564130534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/9074852689564130534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2011/01/1-dia-de-aulas-e-ja-ha-tanto-em-que.html' title=''/><author><name>m☮</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03548607317803456985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TQ4f__fuLSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q5RR0TU6AXw/S220/PA030379.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TSItmNty90I/AAAAAAAAAKA/pOQN6YMxAZM/s72-c/162977_183950121621348_129255280424166_704684_7766994_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250831804028976058.post-5498632570227533752</id><published>2011-01-02T02:49:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-02T02:51:38.487Z</updated><title type='text'>new year same shit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;paz, tranquilidade,&amp;nbsp;equilíbrio, pureza, amor, amizade, verdade, igualdade, compreensão, respeito e carinho..&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TR_me1X48KI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/-8JWJcTdsiI/s1600/149508_175331619149865_129255280424166_637167_1064342_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TR_me1X48KI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/-8JWJcTdsiI/s640/149508_175331619149865_129255280424166_637167_1064342_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Dizem que ano novo é vida nova, mas infelizmente, parece que há coisas que nunca mudam.. ou então, não está nas nossas mãos muda-las.&amp;nbsp;&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/250831804028976058-5498632570227533752?l=utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/5498632570227533752/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-same-shit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/5498632570227533752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/5498632570227533752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-same-shit.html' title='new year same shit'/><author><name>m☮</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03548607317803456985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TQ4f__fuLSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q5RR0TU6AXw/S220/PA030379.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TR_me1X48KI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/-8JWJcTdsiI/s72-c/149508_175331619149865_129255280424166_637167_1064342_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250831804028976058.post-2844722581465979698</id><published>2010-12-30T19:07:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-12-30T23:42:00.618Z</updated><title type='text'>2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TRzTvttuiyI/AAAAAAAAAJg/kkwwwSZuOVg/s1600/I_Wish_I_May....._I_Wish_I_Might....jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TRzTvttuiyI/AAAAAAAAAJg/kkwwwSZuOVg/s640/I_Wish_I_May....._I_Wish_I_Might....jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Tenho taaaaaaantos desejos que gostaria de ver concretizados no próximo ano que nem sei por onde começar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Para além de todas as coisas "básicas" que são essencias: a saúde, a felicidade, paz, amor, amizade, e acho que este ano todos os Portugueses vão guardar uma passa para pedir um ano melhor a nivel económico tb..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Os meus pequenos grandes desejos para 2011 são:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;♥&amp;nbsp;conseguir ser/pensar/agir de forma mais cerebral em vez de sentimental&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;♥ ser mais calma, ponderada e menos impulsiva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;♥ conservar os verdadeiros amigos e aos poucos ir descartando os que se fazem passar pelo mesmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;♥ dar valor só e apenas a quem merece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;♥ conseguir fazer o exame de geometria descritiva!!!! (medoo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;♥ entrar na faculdade, (em Design de Comunicação e de preferência em Coimbra)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;♥ aproveitar ao máximo o último ano de secundário e ter uma óptima viagem de finalistas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;♥ por último mas não menos importante, mesmo que muita coisa mude no próx. ano, espero continuar a ser sempre a mesma pessoa e espero não desiludir quem gosta de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Em termos de balanço final de 2010, posso dizer que foi um bom ano, com bons momentos (momentos para recordar daqui a muito tempo), aprendi a dar mais valor á qualidade em detrimento da quantidade, fortaleci amizades das quais me orgulho muito, deixei para trás pessoas a quem dei tudo e que não souberam dar valor a isso. Outras que me desiludiram.. a quem o fez, não vou fechar a porta á chave, mas também não tenciono deixa-la aberta. Por agora prefiro abrir uma janela apenas porque quando queremos muito uma coisa, uma janela basta para conseguir entrar de novo na vida de alguém, por muito alta que a janela esteja! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Aprendi que o desprezo cura muita coisa, cresci, amadureci, criei laços, solidifiquei relações, trabalhei as bases, limei as arestas e reforcei os pilares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Entro em 2011 com orgulho de tudo o que fiz durante 2010, com alguns erros, mas sempre de cabeça erguida e com vontade de melhorar com a ajuda das pessoas que sempre estiveram do meu lado e que sempre me apoiaram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250831804028976058-2844722581465979698?l=utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/2844722581465979698/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2010/12/2011.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/2844722581465979698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/2844722581465979698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2010/12/2011.html' title='2011'/><author><name>m☮</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03548607317803456985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TQ4f__fuLSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q5RR0TU6AXw/S220/PA030379.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TRzTvttuiyI/AAAAAAAAAJg/kkwwwSZuOVg/s72-c/I_Wish_I_May....._I_Wish_I_Might....jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250831804028976058.post-1651855033353873078</id><published>2010-12-28T22:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-28T22:39:52.357Z</updated><title type='text'>we've got the love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TRpmeMQl_SI/AAAAAAAAAJU/aQj8D2sXLa0/s1600/156689_180126655337028_129255280424166_676150_1743991_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TRpmeMQl_SI/AAAAAAAAAJU/aQj8D2sXLa0/s320/156689_180126655337028_129255280424166_676150_1743991_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Gosto dos dias que se resumem a nós dois, ao quentinho do sofá e ao nosso amor. Há coisas que não têm prazo de validade, espero que nós dois também não.. we've got the love &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250831804028976058-1651855033353873078?l=utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/1651855033353873078/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2010/12/weve-got-love.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/1651855033353873078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/1651855033353873078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2010/12/weve-got-love.html' title='we&apos;ve got the love'/><author><name>m☮</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03548607317803456985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TQ4f__fuLSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q5RR0TU6AXw/S220/PA030379.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TRpmeMQl_SI/AAAAAAAAAJU/aQj8D2sXLa0/s72-c/156689_180126655337028_129255280424166_676150_1743991_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250831804028976058.post-87798858862837045</id><published>2010-12-20T21:57:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-20T21:57:53.447Z</updated><title type='text'>laços</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Se pudesse falar contigo agora, iria dizer-te ao ouvido:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;andamos em voltas rectas na mesma esfera&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/250831804028976058-87798858862837045?l=utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/87798858862837045/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2010/12/lacos.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/87798858862837045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/87798858862837045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2010/12/lacos.html' title='laços'/><author><name>m☮</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03548607317803456985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TQ4f__fuLSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q5RR0TU6AXw/S220/PA030379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250831804028976058.post-2191367720307314829</id><published>2010-12-20T16:04:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-12-20T19:07:14.646Z</updated><title type='text'>Bob Marley</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;"Ás vezes construímos sonhos em cima de grandes pessoas... O tempo passa... e descobrimos que grandes mesmo eram os sonhos e as pessoas pequenas demais para torná-los reais! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TQ99mT36r4I/AAAAAAAAAJE/R2Val9EV7bA/s1600/bob-marley.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="264" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TQ99mT36r4I/AAAAAAAAAJE/R2Val9EV7bA/s320/bob-marley.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Começo a perceber que há muitos momentos na vida em que a única pessoa que não nos falha somos nós próprios.&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/250831804028976058-2191367720307314829?l=utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/2191367720307314829/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2010/12/bob-marley.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/2191367720307314829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/2191367720307314829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2010/12/bob-marley.html' title='Bob Marley'/><author><name>m☮</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03548607317803456985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TQ4f__fuLSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q5RR0TU6AXw/S220/PA030379.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TQ99mT36r4I/AAAAAAAAAJE/R2Val9EV7bA/s72-c/bob-marley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250831804028976058.post-7993985742206468131</id><published>2010-12-17T23:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-17T23:01:44.924Z</updated><title type='text'>FÉRIAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Nunca andei tão atarefada como neste 1ºPeríodo, estou exausta e estava quase a desesperar por férias!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Finalmente elas chegaram e eu vou fazer de tudo para que nestas mini-férias consiga preencher os meus dias só e apenas com coisas que gosto de fazer, pequenos prazeres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Tenho livros que ainda não comecei a ler, uma tela que quero acabar, filmes e séries que quero ver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;enfim.. preciso de tempo para mim e para aquilo que me faz feliz :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250831804028976058-7993985742206468131?l=utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/7993985742206468131/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2010/12/ferias.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/7993985742206468131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/7993985742206468131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2010/12/ferias.html' title='FÉRIAS'/><author><name>m☮</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03548607317803456985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TQ4f__fuLSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q5RR0TU6AXw/S220/PA030379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250831804028976058.post-5932977376535711202</id><published>2010-12-02T22:19:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-02T22:19:53.936Z</updated><title type='text'>Lados errados</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 11px/normal verdana; line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Largaram-me a mil metros do chão&lt;br /&gt;Largaram-me porque me agarrei&lt;br /&gt;numa alucinação de vida&lt;br /&gt;que me enchia o coração&lt;br /&gt;e que agora vejo perdida&lt;br /&gt;num cair que já não sei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Largaram-me a mil metros do chão&lt;br /&gt;Reparo o sol que se afasta no ar&lt;br /&gt;Rasgo caminho onde o vento dormia&lt;br /&gt;Adormeço sentidos no meu furacão&lt;br /&gt;enquanto sol anuncia o dia&lt;br /&gt;sinto o meu corpo, desamparado, deslizar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Perdi-te do lado errado do coração (x2)&lt;br /&gt;*Mas és tu o meu chão...&lt;br /&gt;*És tu o meu chão..(x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto caía a terra rachou&lt;br /&gt;e eu via a queda ainda mais funda&lt;br /&gt;Ao meu lado passava tudo o que passei&lt;br /&gt;comigo a miragem que nada mudou&lt;br /&gt;do voo rasante que nem começou&lt;br /&gt;do tempo apressado que nem reparei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto os meus gestos flutuar, devagar&lt;br /&gt;no último segredo antes do ódio&lt;br /&gt;À minha frente um filme de aves sem voz&lt;br /&gt;*quando as ouvi resolvi gostar&lt;br /&gt;*quando as senti fiquei a amar&lt;br /&gt;ter tentado subir ao cimo de nós&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Amei-te do lado errado do coração(x2)&lt;br /&gt;*Mas és tu o meu chão...&lt;br /&gt;*És tu o meu chão... (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Não sei ao que chamam lados do coração(x2)&lt;br /&gt;*és tu o meu chão... (x4)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250831804028976058-5932977376535711202?l=utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/5932977376535711202/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2010/12/lados-errados.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/5932977376535711202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/5932977376535711202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2010/12/lados-errados.html' title='Lados errados'/><author><name>m☮</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03548607317803456985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TQ4f__fuLSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q5RR0TU6AXw/S220/PA030379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250831804028976058.post-2046936736340426683</id><published>2010-11-13T14:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-13T14:19:44.805Z</updated><title type='text'>"tudo tem o seu tempo"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E eu sei disso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Há um tempo para baixar a guarda e nos deixarmos levar pelos sentimentos mais genuínos e verdadeiros, há um tempo para acreditar nas coisas pouco prováveis da vida, há um tempo para viver o momento, desfrutar, andar numa espécie de mundo&amp;nbsp;aparte de tudo e de todos, em que apenas nós e a razão da nossa imensa felicidade importa. Há ainda um momento em que tudo deixa de ter total sentido e nos sentimos alheados do mundo e de nós mesmos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Agora, há o momento de limpar o pó aos sentimentos mais bem guardados, mudar a cor das paredes, mudar a decoração, os móveis, dar um ar novo a um espaço que começava a ficar sem vida, re-organizar a estante das prioridades, estabelecer metas, cumprir promessas antigas, viver outra vez o momento, sem comparações nem escalas de valor. Nada acontece por acaso, não se vive a mesma coisa duas vezes na vida..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O que tem de ser, tem sempre muita força. Por isso, o que tiver de ser, será :)&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/250831804028976058-2046936736340426683?l=utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/2046936736340426683/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2010/11/tudo-tem-o-seu-tempo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/2046936736340426683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/2046936736340426683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2010/11/tudo-tem-o-seu-tempo.html' title='&quot;tudo tem o seu tempo&quot;'/><author><name>m☮</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03548607317803456985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TQ4f__fuLSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q5RR0TU6AXw/S220/PA030379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250831804028976058.post-4690501438936772002</id><published>2010-10-21T09:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T09:31:26.184+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"People change, feelings change. It doesn't mean that the love once shared wasn't true and real. It simply just means that sometimes when people grow, they grow apart."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250831804028976058-4690501438936772002?l=utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/4690501438936772002/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2010/10/people-change-feelings-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/4690501438936772002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/4690501438936772002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2010/10/people-change-feelings-change.html' title=''/><author><name>m☮</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03548607317803456985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TQ4f__fuLSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q5RR0TU6AXw/S220/PA030379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250831804028976058.post-5293905541463447078</id><published>2010-09-26T18:09:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T18:09:44.769+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;tenho 6ilustrações p fazer até 4ªf e tou á beira de um ataqueeeeeeee. só isso&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/250831804028976058-5293905541463447078?l=utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/5293905541463447078/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2010/09/tenho-6ilustracoes-p-fazer-ate-4f-e-tou.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/5293905541463447078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/5293905541463447078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2010/09/tenho-6ilustracoes-p-fazer-ate-4f-e-tou.html' title=''/><author><name>m☮</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03548607317803456985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TQ4f__fuLSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q5RR0TU6AXw/S220/PA030379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250831804028976058.post-8084835530062999790</id><published>2010-09-25T13:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T13:08:36.735+01:00</updated><title type='text'>me&amp;u</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TJ3gfHHZeiI/AAAAAAAAAH0/JCNHWpZyWac/s1600/P9080245-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TJ3gfHHZeiI/AAAAAAAAAH0/JCNHWpZyWac/s320/P9080245-1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Porque eu sou da opinião de que, atrás de um grande Homem.. há SEMPRE uma grande Mulher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250831804028976058-8084835530062999790?l=utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/8084835530062999790/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2010/09/me.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/8084835530062999790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/8084835530062999790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2010/09/me.html' title='me&amp;u'/><author><name>m☮</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03548607317803456985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TQ4f__fuLSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q5RR0TU6AXw/S220/PA030379.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TJ3gfHHZeiI/AAAAAAAAAH0/JCNHWpZyWac/s72-c/P9080245-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250831804028976058.post-1314024302951939597</id><published>2010-09-15T22:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T22:53:39.396+01:00</updated><title type='text'>backkkkk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TJE8BXQXv4I/AAAAAAAAAHs/VhYjBkQtE4U/s1600/P9060204+-+C%C3%B3pia.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TJE8BXQXv4I/AAAAAAAAAHs/VhYjBkQtE4U/s320/P9060204+-+C%C3%B3pia.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Já voltei de férias, já comecei aulas.. e ainda não tinha passado por aqui!&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/250831804028976058-1314024302951939597?l=utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/1314024302951939597/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2010/09/backkkkk.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/1314024302951939597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/1314024302951939597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2010/09/backkkkk.html' title='backkkkk'/><author><name>m☮</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03548607317803456985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TQ4f__fuLSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q5RR0TU6AXw/S220/PA030379.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TJE8BXQXv4I/AAAAAAAAAHs/VhYjBkQtE4U/s72-c/P9060204+-+C%C3%B3pia.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250831804028976058.post-7257077084383959735</id><published>2010-08-29T02:08:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T21:29:22.803+01:00</updated><title type='text'>holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Algarve, volto dia 12. Se entretanto tiver um tempinho passo por aqui meus queridos :}**&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/250831804028976058-7257077084383959735?l=utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/7257077084383959735/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2010/08/holydays.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/7257077084383959735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/7257077084383959735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2010/08/holydays.html' title='holidays'/><author><name>m☮</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03548607317803456985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TQ4f__fuLSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q5RR0TU6AXw/S220/PA030379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250831804028976058.post-4191916106630066743</id><published>2010-08-24T11:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T11:27:45.271+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;vou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;finalmente&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;matar as saudades acumuladas :))))))))&lt;/span&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/250831804028976058-4191916106630066743?l=utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/4191916106630066743/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2010/08/hoje.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/4191916106630066743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/4191916106630066743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2010/08/hoje.html' title='Hoje..'/><author><name>m☮</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03548607317803456985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TQ4f__fuLSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q5RR0TU6AXw/S220/PA030379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250831804028976058.post-9019252379838988807</id><published>2010-08-22T19:07:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T01:08:34.662+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Não me esqueças nunca</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/THG78M8Z2iI/AAAAAAAAAHc/5pjOL_Q6nkg/s1600/P6270061.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/THG78M8Z2iI/AAAAAAAAAHc/5pjOL_Q6nkg/s320/P6270061.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "- As pessoas dão flores de presente porque nas flores está o verdadeiro sentido do Amor. &amp;nbsp;Quem tentar possuir uma flor, verá a sua beleza murchar. Mas quem apenas olhar uma flor num campo, permanecerá para sempre com ela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Aprendi que nunca serás minha, e por isso ter-te-ei para sempre. Foste a esperança dos meus dias de solidão, a angústia dos meus momentos de dúvida, a certeza dos meus instantes de fé.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Apareces-te e eu compreendi isto tudo. Chegas-te para me libertar da escravidão que eu mesmo tinha criado. (...) Compreendi tudo o que precisava de saber e amo-te mais do que a todas as mulheres que conheci na minha vida. Vou lembrar-me sempre que amor é liberdade. Esta foi a lição que demorei tantos anos a aprender. Esta foi a lição que me exilou e que agora me liberta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Lembrar-me-ei de ti a vida inteira, e tu lembrar-te-ás de mim. Assim como nos lembraremos do entardecer, das janelas com chuva, das coisas que teremos para sempre porque não podemos possuí-las.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;- Não me esqueças nunca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Sabia que não precisava de dizer aquilo. Mas disse-o, de qualquer maneira. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;(adaptado de 'Brida' - Paulo Coelho)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250831804028976058-9019252379838988807?l=utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/9019252379838988807/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2010/08/nao-me-esquecas-nunca.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/9019252379838988807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/9019252379838988807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2010/08/nao-me-esquecas-nunca.html' title='Não me esqueças nunca'/><author><name>m☮</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03548607317803456985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TQ4f__fuLSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q5RR0TU6AXw/S220/PA030379.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/THG78M8Z2iI/AAAAAAAAAHc/5pjOL_Q6nkg/s72-c/P6270061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250831804028976058.post-5151462938461922381</id><published>2010-08-21T15:34:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T02:40:12.796+01:00</updated><title type='text'>about me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;"Sinto-me bem sobre o meu palco e, mesmo quando me acham excêntrica, ou quando dizem que sou meia alucinada, tenho a noção de que o papel que represento é tão real que nunca precisei de fingir ser o que não sou para o merecer"&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/250831804028976058-5151462938461922381?l=utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/5151462938461922381/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2010/08/about-me.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/5151462938461922381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/5151462938461922381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2010/08/about-me.html' title='about me'/><author><name>m☮</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03548607317803456985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TQ4f__fuLSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q5RR0TU6AXw/S220/PA030379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250831804028976058.post-7716093808245855181</id><published>2010-08-19T18:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T18:41:15.603+01:00</updated><title type='text'>parabéns</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TG1r4uggzAI/AAAAAAAAAHM/8AJJgz1zNSc/s1600/C%C3%B3pia+de+P9120010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="317" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TG1r4uggzAI/AAAAAAAAAHM/8AJJgz1zNSc/s400/C%C3%B3pia+de+P9120010.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;‎" as nossas impressões digitais, não se apagam das vidas em que tocamos "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Tu tocas tantas vezes a minha que é impossível que algum dia - por mais longínquo que seja - eu te apague ou te esqueça da minha memória ou do meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Parabéns meu amor !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;h2 class="ReadMsgSubject" style="font-size: 19px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;♥ adoro-te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250831804028976058-7716093808245855181?l=utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/7716093808245855181/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2010/08/parabens.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/7716093808245855181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/7716093808245855181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2010/08/parabens.html' title='parabéns'/><author><name>m☮</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03548607317803456985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TQ4f__fuLSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q5RR0TU6AXw/S220/PA030379.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TG1r4uggzAI/AAAAAAAAAHM/8AJJgz1zNSc/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+de+P9120010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250831804028976058.post-2611934590429338258</id><published>2010-08-15T15:24:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T15:24:25.787+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"sempre meu,sempre teu,sempre nosso"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TGdDO5TYQhI/AAAAAAAAAHE/0icLmr6TYMk/s1600/C%C3%B3pia+de+P6060035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TGdDO5TYQhI/AAAAAAAAAHE/0icLmr6TYMk/s320/C%C3%B3pia+de+P6060035.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Os dias e noites passados a dois andam-me a deixar 'mal habituada', vais embora durante uns dias e já estou com saudades. Saís-te das minhas quatro paredes há menos de 10h e eu já só quero que voltes. Quero ter o teu cheiro na minha roupa, na minha cama, quero-te perto, quero-te aqui!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;"Não me deixes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;"Não.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;"Promete"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;"Prometo..por nós"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250831804028976058-2611934590429338258?l=utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/2611934590429338258/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2010/08/sempre-meusempre-teusempre-nosso.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/2611934590429338258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/2611934590429338258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2010/08/sempre-meusempre-teusempre-nosso.html' title='&quot;sempre meu,sempre teu,sempre nosso&quot;'/><author><name>m☮</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03548607317803456985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TQ4f__fuLSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q5RR0TU6AXw/S220/PA030379.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TGdDO5TYQhI/AAAAAAAAAHE/0icLmr6TYMk/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+de+P6060035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250831804028976058.post-7906145345590618614</id><published>2010-08-12T02:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T02:52:31.313+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear John (adaptação do livro de Nicholas Sparks 'Juntos ao Luar')</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TGNDahku6DI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Ylbfi1SCTA4/s1600/Dear-John.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TGNDahku6DI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Ylbfi1SCTA4/s400/Dear-John.jpg" width="397" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Adorei o filme, chorei muito, a primeira vez que o vi fiquei um bocadinho 'decepcionada' com o final, mas depois de o rever percebi a msg e que fazia todo o sentido acabar como acabou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Recomendo vivamente a todas as que gostam de um filme daqueles que dá pra chorar do inicio ao fim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250831804028976058-7906145345590618614?l=utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/7906145345590618614/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2010/08/dear-john-adaptacao-do-livro-de.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/7906145345590618614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/7906145345590618614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2010/08/dear-john-adaptacao-do-livro-de.html' title='Dear John (adaptação do livro de Nicholas Sparks &apos;Juntos ao Luar&apos;)'/><author><name>m☮</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03548607317803456985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TQ4f__fuLSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q5RR0TU6AXw/S220/PA030379.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TGNDahku6DI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Ylbfi1SCTA4/s72-c/Dear-John.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250831804028976058.post-8067069428259301540</id><published>2010-08-10T15:49:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T15:53:04.630+01:00</updated><title type='text'>pedaços..</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TGFlGcq_d7I/AAAAAAAAAGc/-4ww7a5QJbo/s1600/P8010001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TGFlGcq_d7I/AAAAAAAAAGc/-4ww7a5QJbo/s1600/P8010001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TGFlGcq_d7I/AAAAAAAAAGc/-4ww7a5QJbo/s320/P8010001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;.. de&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TGFlGcq_d7I/AAAAAAAAAGc/-4ww7a5QJbo/s1600/P8010001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TGFlGcq_d7I/AAAAAAAAAGc/-4ww7a5QJbo/s1600/P8010001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250831804028976058-8067069428259301540?l=utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/8067069428259301540/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2010/08/pedacos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/8067069428259301540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/8067069428259301540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2010/08/pedacos.html' title='pedaços..'/><author><name>m☮</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03548607317803456985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TQ4f__fuLSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q5RR0TU6AXw/S220/PA030379.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TGFlGcq_d7I/AAAAAAAAAGc/-4ww7a5QJbo/s72-c/P8010001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250831804028976058.post-632223905842807660</id><published>2010-08-02T22:57:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T15:52:28.832+01:00</updated><title type='text'>bad mood</title><content type='html'>Pensava que escrever era como andar de bicicleta, quando se aprende e se toma o gosto, nunca mais se esquece. Mas pelos vistos eu esqueci, antes era uma espécie de terapia sem a qual não passava e agora abro 'N' vezes a página do blog e não sai nada..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ENFIM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;momentos.. ou perda de competências (?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250831804028976058-632223905842807660?l=utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/632223905842807660/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2010/08/bad-mood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/632223905842807660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/632223905842807660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2010/08/bad-mood.html' title='bad mood'/><author><name>m☮</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03548607317803456985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TQ4f__fuLSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q5RR0TU6AXw/S220/PA030379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250831804028976058.post-3246813293230071832</id><published>2010-01-25T21:49:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-25T22:09:37.464Z</updated><title type='text'>I guess..</title><content type='html'>..some things never change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250831804028976058-3246813293230071832?l=utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/3246813293230071832/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-guess.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/3246813293230071832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/3246813293230071832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-guess.html' title='I guess..'/><author><name>m☮</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03548607317803456985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TQ4f__fuLSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q5RR0TU6AXw/S220/PA030379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250831804028976058.post-776876627569716428</id><published>2010-01-03T16:41:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-03T18:21:01.769Z</updated><title type='text'>5manias</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "&gt;"Cada bloguista participante tem de enunciar 5 manias suas, hábitos muito pessoais que os diferenciem do comum dos mortais. E além de dar ao público conhecimento dessas 5 particularidades, tem de escolher 5 outros bloguistas para entrarem, igualmente, no jogo, não se esquecendo de deixar nos respectivos blogues aviso do "recrutamento". Cada participante deve reproduzir este "regulamento" no seu blogue."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora bem,5 manias ou hábitos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "&gt;1º) &lt;b&gt;EU! &lt;/b&gt;antes de qualquer pessoa ou coisa,sempre eu em 1º lugar e como 1ª prioridade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;2º) &lt;b&gt;Namorado,&lt;/b&gt; o meu maior 'hábito' ou vicio desde já há muito tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "&gt;3º) &lt;b&gt;Amigos,&lt;/b&gt; que são das coisas mais importantes da nossa vida, do nosso crescimento, acompanham as nossas mudanças, as nossas falhas, perdas e as nossas maiores alegrias. Partilhamos lágrimas, sorrisos, cumplicidades, segredos, noites inesquecíveis, telefonemas, loucuras, esperanças...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4º) &lt;b&gt;Fotografias, &lt;/b&gt;são provavelmente o meu objecto preferido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;5º) &lt;b&gt;Roupa/acessórios,&lt;/b&gt; pode soar materialista mas whatever. é a realidade, sou mesmo MUITO girly girl, muito do cor-de-rosa, das pirosices típicas das meninas mimadas. adoro compras, nc acho dinheiro mal empregue, tudo o q seja carteiras, óculos de sol, sapatos, vernizes, brincos, pulseiras,anéis e por aí fora..É REALMENTE COMIGO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;um beijinho especial prá carolina,qe foi ela qe me mandou fazer:)*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;pessoas pra fazerem:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;A Inês (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://fragmentosdeumeu.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://fragmentosdeumeu.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;A sarinha (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://takemetoanotherworld.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://takemetoanotherworld.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;A Catarina, (&lt;a href="http://catherrine.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://catherrine.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;e a Martinha (&lt;a href="http://erasethisstupidmemories.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://erasethisstupidmemories.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;e já agora um óptimo 2010 p todos :) &lt;/b&gt;vou tentar lembrar-me mais disto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250831804028976058-776876627569716428?l=utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/776876627569716428/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2010/01/5manias.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/776876627569716428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/776876627569716428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2010/01/5manias.html' title='5manias'/><author><name>m☮</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03548607317803456985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TQ4f__fuLSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q5RR0TU6AXw/S220/PA030379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250831804028976058.post-3934806591206634472</id><published>2009-07-22T13:55:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T13:56:29.987+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Há dias mesmo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;mega&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; complicados,ou é só impressão minha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250831804028976058-3934806591206634472?l=utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/3934806591206634472/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2009/07/ha-dias-mesmo-mega-complicadosou-e-so.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/3934806591206634472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/3934806591206634472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2009/07/ha-dias-mesmo-mega-complicadosou-e-so.html' title=''/><author><name>m☮</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03548607317803456985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TQ4f__fuLSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q5RR0TU6AXw/S220/PA030379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250831804028976058.post-8682076852367135331</id><published>2009-02-15T20:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-02-15T23:07:16.115Z</updated><title type='text'>11,12,13 fev.09. MADRID@</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/SZiVV9FH_cI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Ni4KoTTE_XQ/s1600-h/P2120126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/SZiVV9FH_cI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Ni4KoTTE_XQ/s320/P2120126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303152765634608578" 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;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;MADRID &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;FOI QUALQUER COISA DE PERFEITO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/SZiVAgUwOdI/AAAAAAAAAE8/EVqYXAH1WR0/s1600-h/P2120112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/SZiVAgUwOdI/AAAAAAAAAE8/EVqYXAH1WR0/s320/P2120112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303152397138278866" 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;div style="text-align: right; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Serviu para normalizar certas coisas ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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 onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/SZiUvDZRnPI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MrKziZS-dtg/s1600-h/P2120156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/SZiUvDZRnPI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MrKziZS-dtg/s320/P2120156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303152097314839794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aumentar outras..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/SZiWlb6ozeI/AAAAAAAAAFM/4QeqoqveeYw/s1600-h/P2120065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/SZiWlb6ozeI/AAAAAAAAAFM/4QeqoqveeYw/s320/P2120065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303154131121786338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprender ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;E TER DUAS NOITES LOUCASSSSS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/SZibQCzZJxI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Ti_gQcAmp0M/s1600-h/P2110030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/SZibQCzZJxI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Ti_gQcAmp0M/s320/P2110030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303159261161400082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250831804028976058-8682076852367135331?l=utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/8682076852367135331/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2009/02/111213-fev09-madrid.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/8682076852367135331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/8682076852367135331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2009/02/111213-fev09-madrid.html' title='11,12,13 fev.09. MADRID@'/><author><name>m☮</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03548607317803456985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TQ4f__fuLSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q5RR0TU6AXw/S220/PA030379.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/SZiVV9FH_cI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Ni4KoTTE_XQ/s72-c/P2120126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250831804028976058.post-8210715670826928879</id><published>2009-02-10T21:47:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-08-25T02:46:13.635+01:00</updated><title type='text'>tomorrow..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Amanha vou para MADRIDDDDDD :)&lt;br /&gt;O resto é treta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(I'm gonna miss you so much baby love. amo-te tanto..@)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250831804028976058-8210715670826928879?l=utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/8210715670826928879/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2009/02/amanha-vou-para-madridddddd-o-resto-e.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/8210715670826928879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/8210715670826928879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2009/02/amanha-vou-para-madridddddd-o-resto-e.html' title='tomorrow..'/><author><name>m☮</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03548607317803456985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TQ4f__fuLSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q5RR0TU6AXw/S220/PA030379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250831804028976058.post-4785116547958131203</id><published>2009-02-04T21:18:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-12-19T10:25:19.070Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daqui a uma semana, estou em Madrid! (11,12 e 13 de Fev.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250831804028976058-4785116547958131203?l=utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/4785116547958131203/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2009/02/daqui-uma-semana-estou-em-madrid-1112-e.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/4785116547958131203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/4785116547958131203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2009/02/daqui-uma-semana-estou-em-madrid-1112-e.html' title=''/><author><name>m☮</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03548607317803456985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TQ4f__fuLSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q5RR0TU6AXw/S220/PA030379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250831804028976058.post-5597890769062307824</id><published>2009-02-03T20:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-02-03T20:53:33.574Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Parabéns meu bem,amo-te tanto..@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250831804028976058-5597890769062307824?l=utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/5597890769062307824/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2009/02/parabens-meu-bemamo-te-tanto.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/5597890769062307824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/5597890769062307824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2009/02/parabens-meu-bemamo-te-tanto.html' title=''/><author><name>m☮</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03548607317803456985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TQ4f__fuLSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q5RR0TU6AXw/S220/PA030379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250831804028976058.post-8317746637358817029</id><published>2009-01-28T23:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-28T23:43:45.999Z</updated><title type='text'>you're mine@</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/SYDs7jDxY0I/AAAAAAAAAEc/UKFYYuDzUSs/s1600-h/PA040352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/SYDs7jDxY0I/AAAAAAAAAEc/UKFYYuDzUSs/s320/PA040352.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296493669555200834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Um dia farei de ti a pessoa mais feliz do mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Pedi-te cinco minutos e deste-me uma vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Só te amo feeeeio (é n é ?:D e é *meeeeeeu*)@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;*também tenho direito ao meu tempo de namorada babada (a)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250831804028976058-8317746637358817029?l=utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/8317746637358817029/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2009/01/youre-mine.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/8317746637358817029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/8317746637358817029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2009/01/youre-mine.html' title='you&apos;re mine@'/><author><name>m☮</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03548607317803456985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TQ4f__fuLSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q5RR0TU6AXw/S220/PA030379.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/SYDs7jDxY0I/AAAAAAAAAEc/UKFYYuDzUSs/s72-c/PA040352.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250831804028976058.post-2431357620848989665</id><published>2009-01-26T22:01:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-12-19T10:26:16.971Z</updated><title type='text'>:)*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;É incrível não é?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A forma como ontem éramos estranhos e hoje nos tratamos na primeira pessoa quando usamos o verbo adorar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ás vezes paro no tempo e penso que tu foste uma lufada de ar fresco, uma mudança radical, um sentimento diferente, um ângulo de 180º.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Só te peço que me faças rir sempre, enquanto cá estiveres e se um dia fores embora não faças barulho, prefiro não te ver, não te ouvir, não te sentir... porque nesse dia vou precisar de ti, mais do que nunca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Fazes-me bem,adoro-te e obrigada@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250831804028976058-2431357620848989665?l=utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TQ4f__fuLSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q5RR0TU6AXw/S220/PA030379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250831804028976058.post-2890325522234509466</id><published>2009-01-25T20:15:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-12-08T14:40:34.023Z</updated><title type='text'>adsps</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/SXzQI4JqhGI/AAAAAAAAAEU/bvE0jNDTQJY/s1600-h/C%C3%B3pia+de+C%C3%B3pia+de+DSC06571.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295336112811312226" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/SXzQI4JqhGI/AAAAAAAAAEU/bvE0jNDTQJY/s320/C%C3%B3pia+de+C%C3%B3pia+de+DSC06571.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 222px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 100%;"&gt;«Deseja-se muita gente, perde-se a cabeça com algumas pessoas, há entusiasmos, paixões, atracções mais ou menos fatais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 100%;"&gt;Mas amor, há só um. O primeiro. O ultimo. O único e derradeiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong style="color: #ffcccc;"&gt;Só se ama uma vez na vida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250831804028976058-2890325522234509466?l=utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/2890325522234509466/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2009/01/adsps.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/2890325522234509466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/2890325522234509466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2009/01/adsps.html' title='adsps'/><author><name>m☮</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03548607317803456985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TQ4f__fuLSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q5RR0TU6AXw/S220/PA030379.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/SXzQI4JqhGI/AAAAAAAAAEU/bvE0jNDTQJY/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+de+C%C3%B3pia+de+DSC06571.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250831804028976058.post-4249744921288572189</id><published>2009-01-24T19:36:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-12-19T10:26:56.990Z</updated><title type='text'>21:22 pm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Desenho o teu corpo em mim...a forma da tua mão na minha. Assim, fosse essa a forma do mundo inteiro.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(...) "o amor é de papel... e se um dia se transformar em qualquer outra coisa, será sempre numa outra forma de amor.&lt;span style="color: #336666;"&gt; Porque o amor vem do amor&lt;/span&gt;. E nunca morre."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Amo-te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250831804028976058-4249744921288572189?l=utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/4249744921288572189/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2009/01/2122-pm.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/4249744921288572189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/4249744921288572189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2009/01/2122-pm.html' title='21:22 pm'/><author><name>m☮</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03548607317803456985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TQ4f__fuLSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q5RR0TU6AXw/S220/PA030379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250831804028976058.post-6162895787191463657</id><published>2009-01-22T22:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-22T23:06:52.070Z</updated><title type='text'>freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/SXj44ks8YlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/5f2yHQgnaj0/s1600-h/P6060056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 168px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/SXj44ks8YlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/5f2yHQgnaj0/s320/P6060056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294255012782563922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Preciso de tempo para mim.&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de me sentar frente a frente comigo mesma e falar honestamente com o meu eu.&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de me descobrir,ou redescobrir.&lt;br /&gt;Preciso do meu tempo,do meu espaço,do meu ritmo,das minhas coisas,do meu eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Preciso de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250831804028976058-6162895787191463657?l=utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/6162895787191463657/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2009/01/freedom.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/6162895787191463657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/6162895787191463657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2009/01/freedom.html' title='freedom'/><author><name>m☮</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03548607317803456985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TQ4f__fuLSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q5RR0TU6AXw/S220/PA030379.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/SXj44ks8YlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/5f2yHQgnaj0/s72-c/P6060056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250831804028976058.post-5770676176563302652</id><published>2009-01-17T19:53:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-08T14:44:03.628Z</updated><title type='text'>INDSMC @</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/SXI3zx_YsUI/AAAAAAAAADk/w7DX0F8biyQ/s1600-h/PA050044.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292353874845806914" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/SXI3zx_YsUI/AAAAAAAAADk/w7DX0F8biyQ/s320/PA050044.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 260px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Enchi-me de coragem e vim aqui  desarmar o  meu coração e deixar que ele me tape a boca e utilize as minhas mãos para te dizer tudo aquilo que sente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Não quero falar de culpas, muito menos desculpas, nunca precisei disso contigo, não iria ser agora, por muito diferente que a situação esteja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;A verdade é que se até hoje eu tive uma amizade como as dos filmes de adolescentes foi contigo, construímos uma amizade daquelas 24h sob 24h por dia, era conversas a toda a hora, tema sobre tudo e mais alguma coisa, telefonemas constantes, roupas e acessórios emprestados, amizade numa fase de dependência, sabias tudo da minha vida e eu da tua, era daquele tipo de relações em que parecia que estávamos ligadas por um cordão umbilical, por um fio de amor invisível que era resistente a tudo e a todos, agora pergunto a mim mesma se afinal era mesmo resistente a tudo e a todos, o curioso é que não chego a conclusão nenhuma.&lt;br /&gt;É algo que me ultrapassa, que não consigo perceber ou que não quero ver. Para mim, há sempre um capitulo seguinte, o livro não acaba, continua a haver páginas para ler, folhear e viver. Não consigo sequer pensar num &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'THE END'&lt;/span&gt; entre nós, na nossa história e amizade..&lt;br /&gt;Secalhar nunca partilhei isto contigo, quando devia ter partilhado, não  soube dizer o que era importante no momento certo, mas mais vale tarde do que nunca, e é por isso que te digo agora que amizade como a tua eu &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nunca &lt;/span&gt;tive com ninguém,  nunca tive uma ligação tão forte com ninguém, nunca tive uma conexão tão perfeita, um encaixe tão ajustado, um sentimento tão mutuo.. Gostava de dizer que as nossas parecenças são aquilo que mais nos une, gostava de poder dizer-te &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"muito mais é o que nos une,do que aquilo que nos separa..", &lt;/span&gt;durante tanto tempo pude dizer-te isto e não disse, mas ás vezes o tempo é escasso e não nos preocupamos com aquilo que naquele momento temos com toda a certeza.&lt;br /&gt;Mudámos tanto, tanto eu como tu, e era tão bom eu poder dizer que apesar disso o sentimento não mudou nada, mas mudou. Não digo que diminui, mas é certo que mudou, drasticamente.&lt;br /&gt;Se até hoje eu tive que pedir desculpa a alguém, foi a ti. Nem sempre vi que estava errada, nem sempre estive quando precisaste, nem sempre te ouvi quando necessitavas, nem sempre te abracei quando choraste, nem sempre te limpei as lágrimas quando estavas triste, e nem sempre fui o que uma amiga supostamente deve ser.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto que depositaste demasiado em mim e que nem sempre correspondi ás tuas expectativas, não te culpo por teres posto a fasquia demasiado alta, secalhar eu é que não estava á altura.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se ainda estamos a tempo ou se já é tarde de mais, não sei se ainda queres ou se eu ainda mereço, não sei se ainda gostas ou já conseguíste ultrapassar.. Mas eu estou aqui,mesmo que tu não me vejas,não me oiças e não me sintas, estou aqui da mesma maneira como quando te ensinei que ás vezes para não sermos magoadas é preciso ser como o caracol (lembras-te?!), estou aqui sempre.&lt;br /&gt;Não vou acabar a dizer que te amo, mas sim: Preciso de ti.&lt;br /&gt;P.s. Je t'aime encore@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;( INDSMC )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; font-style: italic;"&gt;'I can't take it any longer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Thought that we were stronger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; All we do is linger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Slipping through our fingers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; To find a way that I can tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I hate this part right here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I just can't take your tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I hate this part right here&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt; I know you'll ask me to hold on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt; And carry on like nothing's wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt; But there is no more time for lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt; 'Cause I see sunset in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%; font-style: italic;"&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/250831804028976058-5770676176563302652?l=utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/5770676176563302652/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2009/01/indsmc.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/5770676176563302652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/5770676176563302652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2009/01/indsmc.html' title='INDSMC @'/><author><name>m☮</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03548607317803456985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TQ4f__fuLSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q5RR0TU6AXw/S220/PA030379.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/SXI3zx_YsUI/AAAAAAAAADk/w7DX0F8biyQ/s72-c/PA050044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250831804028976058.post-3983062118060724599</id><published>2009-01-14T23:11:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-12-08T14:44:37.391Z</updated><title type='text'>loveyou@</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/SW5xpd5d52I/AAAAAAAAADc/982eicgGrtg/s1600-h/DSCN0651.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291291569421150050" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/SW5xpd5d52I/AAAAAAAAADc/982eicgGrtg/s320/DSCN0651.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 279px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'E que a amizade é talvez a mais bela forma de amor, porque é gratuita e intemporal, não precisa de promessas nem de carne, não se desfaz com zangas nem se desvirtua com o tempo.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só te amo@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250831804028976058-3983062118060724599?l=utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/3983062118060724599/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2009/01/loveyou.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/3983062118060724599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/3983062118060724599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2009/01/loveyou.html' title='loveyou@'/><author><name>m☮</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03548607317803456985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TQ4f__fuLSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q5RR0TU6AXw/S220/PA030379.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/SW5xpd5d52I/AAAAAAAAADc/982eicgGrtg/s72-c/DSCN0651.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250831804028976058.post-4767075039871616195</id><published>2009-01-13T23:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-13T23:32:21.522Z</updated><title type='text'>A primeira letra do meu alfabeto é B.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/SW0kKvt99qI/AAAAAAAAADU/I1VQ4ZaYDuA/s1600-h/P6240212-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/SW0kKvt99qI/AAAAAAAAADU/I1VQ4ZaYDuA/s320/P6240212-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290924904256763554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já escrevi&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'N' &lt;/span&gt;textos para ti,sobre ti,sobre o que és para mim,sobre o que já vivi contigo e sobre o que&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; nós &lt;/span&gt;somos.&lt;br /&gt;Mas sinto que este, hoje tem uma importância diferente, não por algum motivo em especial, mas porque sinto e sei que evoluímos imenso desde há algum tempo para cá.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me mais tua, e a cada dia que passa sinto-te mais meu. Somos um.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amo-te. ADSPS @&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250831804028976058-4767075039871616195?l=utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/4767075039871616195/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2009/01/primeira-letra-do-meu-alfabeto-b.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/4767075039871616195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/4767075039871616195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2009/01/primeira-letra-do-meu-alfabeto-b.html' title='A primeira letra do meu alfabeto é B.'/><author><name>m☮</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03548607317803456985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TQ4f__fuLSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q5RR0TU6AXw/S220/PA030379.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/SW0kKvt99qI/AAAAAAAAADU/I1VQ4ZaYDuA/s72-c/P6240212-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250831804028976058.post-9045241807647207043</id><published>2009-01-10T20:38:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-08-25T02:59:29.740+01:00</updated><title type='text'>'Perder com classe e vencer com ousadia'</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Cada um tem de mim exactamente o que cativou, e cada um é responsável pelo que cativou, não suporto falsidade e mentira, a verdade pode magoar, mas é sempre mais digna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Bom mesmo é ir a luta com determinação, abraçar a vida e viver com paixão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Perder com classe e vencer com ousadia&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;pois o triunfo pertence a quem mais se atreve e a vida é muito para ser insignificante. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Eu faço e abuso da felicidade e não desisto dos meus sonhos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;O mundo está nas mãos daqueles que tem coragem de sonhar e correr o risco de viver seus sonhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;» Charles Chaplin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250831804028976058-9045241807647207043?l=utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/9045241807647207043/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2009/01/perder-com-classe-e-vencer-com-ousadia.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/9045241807647207043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/9045241807647207043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2009/01/perder-com-classe-e-vencer-com-ousadia.html' title='&apos;Perder com classe e vencer com ousadia&apos;'/><author><name>m☮</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03548607317803456985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TQ4f__fuLSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q5RR0TU6AXw/S220/PA030379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250831804028976058.post-3169272795625205228</id><published>2009-01-04T22:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-05T19:39:44.123Z</updated><title type='text'>Chakras@</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/SWE6q2eKnwI/AAAAAAAAACs/ouVqaHi3q7Q/s1600-h/C%C3%B3pia+de+Chakra%40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/SWE6q2eKnwI/AAAAAAAAACs/ouVqaHi3q7Q/s320/C%C3%B3pia+de+Chakra%40.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287571945360629506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Raiz: aberto (31%)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sacral: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sobre-activo (81%)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Umbigo: aberto (63%)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Coração: aberto (56%)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Garganta: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sobre-activo (88%)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Terceiro Olho: aberto (56%)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Coroa: aberto (56%)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 - Chakra Raiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O Chakra da Raiz é sobre ser fisicamente sã, e o sentimento em repouso nas situações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aberto: sente-se aterrado, estável e seguro. Não desconfia desnecessariamente das pessoas. Sente-se actual no aqui e agora e conectado a seu corpo físico. Sente que tem território suficiente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;2 - Chakra Sacral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O Chakra Sacral é sobre o sentimento e a sexualidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sobre-activo:&lt;/span&gt; Tende a ser emocional a toda a hora. Sentir-se-á emocionalmente unido às pessoas e será muito activo sexualmente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;3 - Chakra Umbigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O Chakra Umbigo é sobre afirmar-se em um grupo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aberto: Sente-se no controlo e tem suficiente auto-estima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt; 4 - Chakra Coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O Chakra do Coração é sobre o amor, a bondade e a afeição. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aberto: é piedoso e amigável, e você trabalha em relacionamentos harmoniosos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;5 - Chakra Garganta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O Chakra da Garganta é sobre a auto-expressão e falar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sobre-activo&lt;/span&gt;: Tende a falar demasiado, geralmente domina as pessoas e mantêm-as á distância, é um mau ouvinte se este for o caso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6 - Chakra Terceiro Olho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O Chakra do Terceiro Olho é sobre a introspecção e o visualização. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aberto: Tem uma boa intuição e tende a fantasiar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt; 7 - Chakra Coroa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O Chakra da Coroa é sobre a sabedoria e ser um com o mundo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aberto: É desprejudicado e completamente ciente do mundo e de você mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem qizer: http://www.eclecticenergies.com/portugues/chakras/chakratest.php&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250831804028976058-3169272795625205228?l=utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/3169272795625205228/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2009/01/chakras.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/3169272795625205228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/3169272795625205228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2009/01/chakras.html' title='Chakras@'/><author><name>m☮</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03548607317803456985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TQ4f__fuLSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q5RR0TU6AXw/S220/PA030379.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/SWE6q2eKnwI/AAAAAAAAACs/ouVqaHi3q7Q/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+de+Chakra%40.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250831804028976058.post-3486538748840907557</id><published>2009-01-02T00:14:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-08-25T03:03:18.858+01:00</updated><title type='text'>pda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/SV1e4ILGTOI/AAAAAAAAACk/uXu1DaLswgc/s1600-h/Fev.2008+%40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286485855962549474" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/SV1e4ILGTOI/AAAAAAAAACk/uXu1DaLswgc/s320/Fev.2008+%40.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 189px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Podia dizer tanta coisa sobre a noite de ontem, falar daquilo que todos falam, mas não, digo apenas que o melhor da minha noite d'ontem, foi poder dizer ao teu ouvido aquilo que mais desejo para este ano, receber a promessa da realização do meu desejo e no final selá-la com um beijo e um abraço apertado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Quase 13 meses, já vivemos tanto e ainda me parece tão pouco. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te acima de qualquer outra coisa@&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/250831804028976058-3486538748840907557?l=utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/3486538748840907557/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2009/01/pda.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/3486538748840907557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/3486538748840907557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2009/01/pda.html' title='pda'/><author><name>m☮</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03548607317803456985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TQ4f__fuLSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q5RR0TU6AXw/S220/PA030379.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/SV1e4ILGTOI/AAAAAAAAACk/uXu1DaLswgc/s72-c/Fev.2008+%40.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250831804028976058.post-8966123785321220721</id><published>2008-12-29T18:08:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-08-25T03:04:13.038+01:00</updated><title type='text'>loveyou</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Muito pra mim é nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: verdana;"&gt; Tudo pra mim não basta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: verdana;"&gt; Eu quero cada gesto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: verdana;"&gt; Cada palavra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: verdana;"&gt; Cada segundo da sua atenção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: verdana;"&gt; Eu quero absurdos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: verdana;"&gt; Quero amor sem fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: verdana;"&gt; Quero te dizer que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: verdana;"&gt; Eu só sei amar assim...@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250831804028976058-8966123785321220721?l=utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/8966123785321220721/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2008/12/ly.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/8966123785321220721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/8966123785321220721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2008/12/ly.html' title='loveyou'/><author><name>m☮</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03548607317803456985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TQ4f__fuLSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q5RR0TU6AXw/S220/PA030379.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250831804028976058.post-7541538656861582132</id><published>2008-12-28T00:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-28T16:09:13.530Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Bye bye 2008,Welcome 2009.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/SVeklULoq9I/AAAAAAAAACU/QLMR7WbLGM4/s1600-h/C%C3%B3pia+de+P8250048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/SVeklULoq9I/AAAAAAAAACU/QLMR7WbLGM4/s320/C%C3%B3pia+de+P8250048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284873648722193362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Definiria o ano de 2008 numa só palavra: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MUDANÇA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Mudança a vários níveis: fisicamente,mentalmente e interiormente.&lt;br /&gt;Durante o decorrer deste ano,tive - como é perfeit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;amente normal - desilusões com certas pessoas,surpresas das pessoas que menos esperava (não só negativas necessariamente),afastamentos,aproximações repentinas,amizades novas,preservação das antigas e afins.&lt;br /&gt;Tive momentos menos bons,em que aprendi a distinguir amigos de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amigos&lt;/span&gt; (com um &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; bem maiúsculo),momentos especiais,daqueles para guardar durante toda a vida,vivi um dos dias mais importantes da minha vida,dei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;um salto de maturidade e (felizmente) ainda me faltam uns tantos para conseguir evoluir e crescer tudo o que pretendo. Tive também momentos em que tive a oportunidade de fazer mais e melhor,mas não o fiz, não por não querer,mas por não conseguir (o que não deixa de ser da minha responsabilidade também).&lt;br /&gt;Percebi que amigos ás vezes seguem caminhos diferentes,encontram outras pessoas com caminhos semelhantes ou mais fáceis de percorrer,com menos pedras,menos obstáculos,menos entraves,menos cruzamentos onde existem três opções e não há tempo para parar e pensar,repensar,deliberar e por fim optar pelo melhor. Não há tempo,afinal estamos numa fase da nossa vida em que tudo nos parece muito e o tempo é sempre pouco para tanto,o tempo escorrega-nos por entre os dedos e foge de nós a sete pés, no final damos conta que por querer fazer (e/ou) ter tanto acabámos por deixar escapar importantes acontecimentos,momentos e mais importante que tudo: PESSOAS IMPORTANTES. Deixamo-las escapar por entre os dedos,foram juntamente com o tempo. Tempo esse que nos parece sempre pouco.&lt;br /&gt;E no fundo,a única coisa que é pouca e vaga é o nosso sentido de percepção sobre como gerir da melhor maneira o nosso tempo,saber dividi-lo por todos aqueles que são importantes,sem nunca tirar a um para dar a outro. É esse o grande problema das amizades,procura-se muita novidade,preserva-se pouco o que já se tem.&lt;br /&gt;E isto, é muito provavelmente a coisa mais importante que aprendi durante todo o ano de 2008.&lt;br /&gt;No entanto,uma visão positiva sobre tudo e todos aqueles que me são especiais e que têm um lugar na minha vida (e claro,no coração). É extremamente bom ver as pessoas mudarem com o passar do tempo,mudarem de atitudes,mudarem a maneira de pensar conforme o que lhes acontece,mudar,crescer,evoluir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho um &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feeling &lt;/span&gt;que 2009 vai ser no mínimo interessante,pelas pessoas e acontecimentos determinantes nesta fase,que nos moldam como pessoa para o resto da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/250831804028976058-7541538656861582132?l=utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/7541538656861582132/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/7541538656861582132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/7541538656861582132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='Bye bye 2008,Welcome 2009.'/><author><name>m☮</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03548607317803456985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TQ4f__fuLSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q5RR0TU6AXw/S220/PA030379.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/SVeklULoq9I/AAAAAAAAACU/QLMR7WbLGM4/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+de+P8250048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250831804028976058.post-5012630305346069801</id><published>2008-12-24T15:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-29T23:34:45.846Z</updated><title type='text'>Cry?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/SVJQqrFdZII/AAAAAAAAABU/RJrgk4RHjuM/s1600-h/19122008%28003%29+edit%40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/SVJQqrFdZII/AAAAAAAAABU/RJrgk4RHjuM/s320/19122008%28003%29+edit%40.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283374006909363330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;- 'Posso fazer uma pergunta dificil?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 'Claro'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;'Costumas chorar?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;'Sim,de vez em quando.. Mas tento ser forte.'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;- 'Sabias qe as pessoas na maioria das vezes choram quando se sentem seguras?!Quando é seguro deixar cair tudo..?'&lt;br /&gt;- (silêncio..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Ultimamente ando com uma certa necessidade de escrever,por isso decidi voltar a este mundo.. Que ás vezes satura,mas outras vezes nos faz bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Vou tentar manter isto minimamente actualizado.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/250831804028976058-5012630305346069801?l=utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/feeds/5012630305346069801/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2008/12/cry.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/5012630305346069801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/250831804028976058/posts/default/5012630305346069801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utopiasdocoracao.blogspot.com/2008/12/cry.html' title='Cry?!'/><author><name>m☮</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03548607317803456985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/TQ4f__fuLSI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q5RR0TU6AXw/S220/PA030379.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lrp_ujbCHdc/SVJQqrFdZII/AAAAAAAAABU/RJrgk4RHjuM/s72-c/19122008%28003%29+edit%40.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
