<?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-3745954259536148690</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:45:09.555-07:00</updated><category term='Tempo'/><category term='Espera'/><category term='Sonho'/><category term='Ivete'/><category term='2.ª Oportunidade'/><category term='Amigos'/><category term='Familia'/><category term='francisco Adam'/><category term='Esperança'/><category term='Turma'/><category term='Amizade'/><category term='Dino'/><title type='text'>Um Sonho...</title><subtitle type='html'>Amanhã tudo muda, mesmo que pareça tudo igual...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Inês Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438368540707728420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745954259536148690.post-2996353981199140650</id><published>2008-07-12T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T17:06:11.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Desistir e' deixar de acreditar nos sonhos..."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ele: Tou?&lt;br /&gt;Ela: Ola!&lt;br /&gt;Ele: Kem fala?&lt;br /&gt;Ela: Sou eu, a felicidade iludida.&lt;br /&gt;Ele: O kek tu qeres?&lt;br /&gt;Ela: Dizer q amo-te.&lt;br /&gt;Ele: OUTRA VEZ? Eu ja ouvi isso 15 vezes. Ñ te cansas?&lt;br /&gt;Ela: Kem ama ñ cansa...&lt;br /&gt;Ele: Mas eu canso... Eu ñ te amo!&lt;br /&gt;Ela: O q?&lt;br /&gt;Ele: Isso mesmo, eu iludo e por isso me xamo ilusao de amor. Tu sabias q era so amizade, nd +!&lt;br /&gt;Ela: Claro q ñ. Disseste-me tantas coisas... E ainda me beijaste!&lt;br /&gt;Ele: Beijei-te? Akilo nem foram bjs...&lt;br /&gt;Ela: Nao? Entao o que foram?&lt;br /&gt;Ele: Ok... Foram beijos sem significado.&lt;br /&gt;Ela: Ah e um beijo sem significado deixa de ser beijo?&lt;br /&gt;Ele: Nao.&lt;br /&gt;Ela: Quer dizer, eu nao significo nada para ti?&lt;br /&gt;Ele: Significas...&lt;br /&gt;Ela: O que?&lt;br /&gt;Ele: Uma grande conta de telefone no final do mes. Agora vou desligar.&lt;br /&gt;Ela: Nao, nao, por favor!&lt;br /&gt;Ele: Qeres parar com isto? TOU FARTO!&lt;br /&gt;Ela: Nao, por favor, nao desligues.&lt;br /&gt;Ele: ?&lt;br /&gt;Ela: Fala comigo...&lt;br /&gt;Ele: ?&lt;br /&gt;Ela: Por amor de Deus, diz que me amas!&lt;br /&gt;Ele: OUVE... eu ja tou farto de ti. Agora ve se me esqeces.&lt;br /&gt;Ela: Eu prefiro morrer do q esqecer-te.&lt;br /&gt;Ele: Ai sim? Entao mata-te!&lt;br /&gt;(Ele desliga.)&lt;br /&gt;Ela: Nao, por favor... Nao fa,cas isto, eu amo-te.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALGUNS DIAS DEPOIS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Do que morreu esta rapariga? - Perguntam&lt;br /&gt;- De intoxica,cao - Responde a enfermeira.&lt;br /&gt;- Coitada... ela tinha algum problema? - Perguntam&lt;br /&gt;- Sim, sofria de amor... - Responde a enfermeira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E entao, no dia do funeral o rapaz de q a rapariga gostava apareceu no local prestando a sua ultima homenagem e lancou-lhe uma rosa vermelha e disse baixinho:&lt;br /&gt;- Amo-te!&lt;br /&gt;Ela la em cima a ver tudo, respondeu bem alto:&lt;br /&gt;- Tarde demais!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[e foi assim a vida dele .. cheia de arrependimento .. sempre com o cora,cao frio por ter perdido aqele amor .. vivia sempre em cantos a sofrer em quanto via pessoas felizes ao lado de qem cada um amava .. ate q um dia ja nao aguentava aqele desespero todo e matou-se]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- De que morreu este rapaz? - Perguntam&lt;br /&gt;- Arrependimento! - Disse a enfermeira&lt;br /&gt;- Ooh coitado...foi assim tao grave ate chegar ao ponto de se suicidar??&lt;br /&gt;- Muito grave...ele nao acreditou e nao ligou a felicidade que lhe tinha batido a' porta 15 vezes .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[no ceu .. o telefone toca]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela: Estou, qem fala?&lt;br /&gt;Ele: Sou eu, aqele q tu amas !&lt;br /&gt;Ela: Dsculpa? Amar? Agora?EZQECE!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745954259536148690-2996353981199140650?l=outroladoceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/feeds/2996353981199140650/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745954259536148690&amp;postID=2996353981199140650' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/2996353981199140650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/2996353981199140650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/2008/07/desistir-e-deixar-de-acreditar-nos.html' title=''/><author><name>Inês Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438368540707728420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745954259536148690.post-6380560178312813879</id><published>2008-06-25T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T06:33:21.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O principe encantado</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"O Príncipe Encantado não é o namorado mais romantico do mundo que nos cobre de beijos; é o homem que nos puxa o lençol para os ombros a meio da noite para não nos constiparmos ou se levanta ás 3 da manha para nos fazer um chá de limão quando estamos com dores de garganta. Não é o que nos compra discos românticos e, nos trauteia canções de amor no voice-mail, è o q nos ouve falar de tudo, mesmo das coisas menos agradáveis. Não é o q diz “ Amo-te” , mas o q sente q talvez nos possa amar para sempre. Não é o q passa metade das ferias connosco e a outra metade com os amigos; é o q passa de vez em quando férias com os amigos.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;O príncipe q sabe o q ker ñ e o melhor namorado do mundo; é o melhor marido do mundo, pk ñ é o q olha tds os dias pra nós, mas o q olha por nós tds os dias. Q tem paciência prós meus, os teus, os nossos filhos e q ainda arranja um lugar na mesa para os filhos dos outros. Q partilha a vida e vê em casa dia 1 forma de se dar aos q lhe são próximos. Q ajuda os + velhos a fazer os trabalhos de casa e põe os + novos a dormir c/ 1 história de encantar. Q, quando tá cansado, fica em silêncio, mas nunca deixa de nos envolver c/ um sorriso. Ñ precisa de um carro bestial, basta-lhe 1 musica bestial pra ouvir no carro. Pode ou ñ ter moto, mas tem quase smp um cão. Gosta de ler e sai pouco á noite, pk prefere ficar em casa a namorar e a ver programas de tv alternativos. Cozinha o básico, mas faz os melhores ovos mexidos do mundo e vai á padaria num feriado. O príncipe é um príncipe pk governa um reino, pk sabe dar e partilhar, pk ajuda, apoia e nos faz sentir q somos msm mto importantes."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;                                                                                                                                                                          &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vou contar-te um segredo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Margarida Rebelo Pinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745954259536148690-6380560178312813879?l=outroladoceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/feeds/6380560178312813879/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745954259536148690&amp;postID=6380560178312813879' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/6380560178312813879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/6380560178312813879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/2008/06/o-principe-encantado.html' title='O principe encantado'/><author><name>Inês Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438368540707728420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745954259536148690.post-4029408221149835415</id><published>2008-06-16T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T14:35:29.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nao sei bem ao certo o que escrever, mas sinto vontade de deixar aki algo registado....&lt;br /&gt;Estas ultimas semanas, nao tem sido grande coisa.&lt;br /&gt;Nao me chateiem, por favor. Deixem.me em paz!&lt;br /&gt;Quero estar sozinha, quero estar no meu canto, preciso de algum tempo para  mim. A vida pregou-me muitas rasteiras. Preciso de curar as feridas, preciso de voltar a confiar, preciso de voltar a acreditar em tudo...&lt;br /&gt;Nao me venham com tretas, que nao dou valor a amizades! Dou , sim! Mas agora mais que nunca o meu coraçao tem feridas, que nenhuma amizade por maior que seja pode curar...&lt;br /&gt;Tou farta, que me culpem por tudo o que se passa, que obriguem.me a ser boa amiga, boa tia, boa filha, boa namorada... Quando nao tenho disposiçao para isso, ja nem sei como ser boa em alguma coisa!&lt;br /&gt;So preciso de um pouco de compreensao...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745954259536148690-4029408221149835415?l=outroladoceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/feeds/4029408221149835415/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745954259536148690&amp;postID=4029408221149835415' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/4029408221149835415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/4029408221149835415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/2008/06/nao-sei-bem-ao-certo-o-que-escrever-mas.html' title=''/><author><name>Inês Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438368540707728420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745954259536148690.post-8327099322061784135</id><published>2008-06-04T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T15:01:00.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tou triste hj. Tou triste há dias. Tou triste desde q percebi q alguns sonhos, alguns planos, simplesmente escorreram pelas minhas maõs como se fosse água. É doloroso ver as coisas q construímos se desmoronar c/ 1 simples tempestade. Q paradoxo. Tempestade nunca é simples, smp deixa estragos, ás vezes irrecuperáveis. As relações tbm são assim. 1 vez perdido o encanto, a magia, dificilmente se recupera. É como a confiança: quando se perde, nunca + ela volta a ser a mesma. A gente smp tem a ilusão de q td pode ser como era antes. Ah, doce ilusão! As coisas ñ funcionam assim, nem as pessoas. O tempo tá a passar e eu vejo q em vez de alicerces fortes, construí 1 cabana, q pode desaparecer no 1.º vendaval. As coisas q sonhei, já+ vão se realizar. As pessoas q escolhi pra fazer parte da minha vida, pra dividir, pra somar, pra multiplicar, tão a ir embora. Assim, como kem vai na eskina comprar cigarros e nunca + volta. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Essa sensação de perda, causa 1 vazio mt grande e 1 angústia maior ainda. &lt;/span&gt;Axo q ñ sou 1 boa perdedora, sofro de+ quando ñ csg as coisas q eu sonho, q eu desejara e q eu lutara tanto pra conseguir. Dói de+, ver alguém ir embora. Dói de+ abrir mão de ser feliz. Mas ás vezes, a felicidade de 1 ñ é a felicidade de outro. E se ñ entendermos isso tamos sendo egoístas. Só q o amor, akele q dizemos ser incondicional, ker ver os outros felizes, msm q seja longe de nós. Mas é duro, ñ termos + a presença, ñ termos + o sorriso, o carinho, a palavra amiga, o bj…é duro saber q 1 dia as coisas foram perfeitas e de repente, acaba td. Tentar, tentar e tentar, realmente ñ custa nd, talvez 1 sofrimento a + e só. Ás vezes, vale a pena, outras vezes é em vão. Como eu axo q é agr. Serão tentativas frustradas de deixar perfeito 1 vaso q se kebrou em pedacinhos. Podemos até ter a paciência de colar caco por caco, mas lá no fundo, temos a certeza de q jamais voltará a ser a mesma coisa. Ps a magia da perfeição, nunca será recuperada. Preciso terminar esse texto, pois akele nó na garganta q me acompanha desde q meu (L) se machucou, insiste em permanecer aqui, me angustiando cada vez mais.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745954259536148690-8327099322061784135?l=outroladoceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/feeds/8327099322061784135/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745954259536148690&amp;postID=8327099322061784135' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/8327099322061784135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/8327099322061784135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/2008/06/tou-triste-hj.html' title=''/><author><name>Inês Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438368540707728420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745954259536148690.post-9178284544094994874</id><published>2008-05-21T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T15:48:56.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Preciso da ajuda de Alguém!&lt;br /&gt;Alguém que me ajude , a sair do buraco onde me enfiei...&lt;br /&gt;          ='/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745954259536148690-9178284544094994874?l=outroladoceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/feeds/9178284544094994874/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745954259536148690&amp;postID=9178284544094994874' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/9178284544094994874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/9178284544094994874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/2008/05/preciso-da-ajuda-de-algum-algum-que-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Inês Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438368540707728420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745954259536148690.post-2852932499192469349</id><published>2008-05-19T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:11:53.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tou completamente destruida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/SDGrbdWIE2I/AAAAAAAAAF4/tRHexSEWLJ0/s1600-h/s340x255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/SDGrbdWIE2I/AAAAAAAAAF4/tRHexSEWLJ0/s400/s340x255.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202127532811883362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3745954259536148690-2852932499192469349?l=outroladoceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/feeds/2852932499192469349/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745954259536148690&amp;postID=2852932499192469349' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/2852932499192469349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/2852932499192469349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/2008/05/tou-completamente-destruida.html' title=''/><author><name>Inês Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438368540707728420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/SDGrbdWIE2I/AAAAAAAAAF4/tRHexSEWLJ0/s72-c/s340x255.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745954259536148690.post-3341372622005236681</id><published>2008-04-21T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T09:53:38.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Nosso namoro não podia ser mais perfeito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Finalmente sinto-me estupidamente feliz em relaçao a tudo na minha vida)&lt;/span&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/3745954259536148690-3341372622005236681?l=outroladoceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/feeds/3341372622005236681/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745954259536148690&amp;postID=3341372622005236681' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/3341372622005236681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/3341372622005236681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/2008/04/nosso-namoro-no-podia-ser-mais-perfeito.html' title=''/><author><name>Inês Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438368540707728420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745954259536148690.post-7706757544342424695</id><published>2008-04-08T14:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:11:54.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Minha Princesa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/R_vq4w_XL7I/AAAAAAAAAFw/rvOT-m0vSR4/s1600-h/Img009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/R_vq4w_XL7I/AAAAAAAAAFw/rvOT-m0vSR4/s320/Img009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186997656791494578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tenho a melhor sobrinha do Mundo! Nao podia pedir melhor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745954259536148690-7706757544342424695?l=outroladoceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/feeds/7706757544342424695/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745954259536148690&amp;postID=7706757544342424695' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/7706757544342424695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/7706757544342424695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/2008/04/minha-princesa.html' title='Minha Princesa!'/><author><name>Inês Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438368540707728420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/R_vq4w_XL7I/AAAAAAAAAFw/rvOT-m0vSR4/s72-c/Img009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745954259536148690.post-2837888418630006050</id><published>2008-04-08T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T14:57:26.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>André costa!</title><content type='html'>Quem diria, tamos juntos á um ano e nove meses, meu amor!&lt;br /&gt;De inicio tudo parecia confuso, pois, ambos tinhamos relacionamentos com outras pessoas. Mas naquele dia que nos beijamos as escondidas de tudo e de todos, eu soube que era contigo q ia ficar. Eu disse-te, que sabia q era contigo que tudo iria acontecer.. E aqui estamos nós. O inicio foi igual a todas as outras curtes, nao se ve os defeitos, so se quer namorar... E ai comecaram a aparecer os primeiros sinais de compromisso, conhecer a tua familia e amigos, tendo ate' começando a frequentar a tua casa mais do que a minha! No dia 17.10.2006, foi quando me pedis.te em namoro! uhuh Que dia feliz!&lt;br /&gt;Daí para a frente, foi e é um relaçao de altos e baixos, como todas as outras. E agora estamos a passar por um momento mau! Mas tudo vai-se resolver, eu sei que vai...&lt;br /&gt;So quero q saibaas, que gosto de jantar e almocar com a tua familia, de ir as compras com a tua mae, de ir a guia e so ver-te a comprar coisas e eu fico a xuxar no dedo :P , adoro os teus abraços, gosto de teres confianca em mim e me deixares ir para tua casa mesmo quando nao tas...  Gosto de passar noites contigo e ver que os nossos pais nao se importam, amo ainda mais tomar banho contigo..!&lt;br /&gt;A tua familia , é minha e quando o teu papi ficou doente e eu estava no Brasil , senti-me tao inutil, ouvir-te xorar por o telefone foi a pior coisa q me aconteceu! Mas tambem a duas semanas quando vi o teu pai a dar uns passinhos pequeninos fiquei tao feliz!! É bom ver que mesmo assim ele nao perde aquela alegria, ate brinca com a situaçao.  Tua mae, e fantastica, ajuda-nos muito! E amo-a de coraçao... Por toda a confiança que ela nos da, nao sao todas as maes que aceitam q os filhos levem as namorada para passar a noite la em casa. Teu irmao é aquela base, sempre a atrofiar comigo , mas ate gosto dele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor, tudo isto para te dizer que te amo e tudo o q vem contigo , familia, defeitos , tudo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745954259536148690-2837888418630006050?l=outroladoceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/feeds/2837888418630006050/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745954259536148690&amp;postID=2837888418630006050' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/2837888418630006050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/2837888418630006050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/2008/04/andr-costa.html' title='André costa!'/><author><name>Inês Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438368540707728420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745954259536148690.post-1607630193968652833</id><published>2008-04-07T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:11:54.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/R_qeQg_XL6I/AAAAAAAAAFo/69giYwvW28g/s1600-h/Brasil+217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/R_qeQg_XL6I/AAAAAAAAAFo/69giYwvW28g/s320/Brasil+217.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186631927441338274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero alguém que me ache linda com o meu pijama azul dois números maior do que o meu. Quero alguém que conheça os meus olhares, as minhas expressões, os meus ângulos. Quero alguém que não implique com o meu jeito mimado, com os meus quilos extra e minha mania de rir para toda a gente. Alguém que não se importe em esperar uns segundinhos para que eu volte de uma breve viagem para outro planeta antes de responder ou continuar o assunto. Alguém que entenda - ou ao menos tente entender - o meu jeito de viver, um jeito que é só meu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745954259536148690-1607630193968652833?l=outroladoceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/feeds/1607630193968652833/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745954259536148690&amp;postID=1607630193968652833' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/1607630193968652833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/1607630193968652833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/2008/04/eu-quero-algum-que-me-ache-linda-com-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Inês Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438368540707728420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/R_qeQg_XL6I/AAAAAAAAAFo/69giYwvW28g/s72-c/Brasil+217.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745954259536148690.post-773090807752060862</id><published>2008-01-31T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T13:20:33.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fotodependente.com/data/media/75/Namorados.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.fotodependente.com/data/media/75/Namorados.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não me enganes, eu não sou assim tão ingénua. Quem me conhece sabe bem que eu sinto as coisas antes de acontecerem. Não me tentes enganar. eu vou sempre saber a verdade, eu não me deixo nunca cegar! Não digas que queres estar quando o que queres mesmo é ir. Não digas que gostas quando o que escondes é desgosto. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não fiques comigo se o que queres está noutro sitio que não ao pé de mim.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745954259536148690-773090807752060862?l=outroladoceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/feeds/773090807752060862/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745954259536148690&amp;postID=773090807752060862' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/773090807752060862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/773090807752060862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/2008/01/no-me-enganes-eu-no-sou-assim-to-ingnua.html' title=''/><author><name>Inês Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438368540707728420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745954259536148690.post-4310312326636705723</id><published>2008-01-09T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:11:54.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O meu Vi'cio.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/R4VQ_mOsIqI/AAAAAAAAAFM/IXjxFvnnraA/s1600-h/andre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/R4VQ_mOsIqI/AAAAAAAAAFM/IXjxFvnnraA/s400/andre.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153614402119541410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/INS%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/INS%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;Tanta coisa q eu tenho por te dizer. Tanta, tanta…&lt;br /&gt;Q falo de ti á família, colegas e amigos. Q sorrio só de ouvir o teu nome, q sei de cor, e c/ mt gst, tds os teus pormenores. Parvoíces…&lt;br /&gt;        Tenho orgulho de ti. Do teu cabelo descontrolado, da tua preguiça… De seres igual a tds os outros homens e, ao mesmo tempo, tão diferente. Sabes irritar-me, tirar-me do sério, adivinhas os meus pensamentos. Aturas as minhas birras + estúpidas e continuas lá, assim mesmo!&lt;br /&gt;Sabes... tenho de admitir, es o meu vício.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745954259536148690-4310312326636705723?l=outroladoceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/feeds/4310312326636705723/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745954259536148690&amp;postID=4310312326636705723' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/4310312326636705723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/4310312326636705723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/2008/01/o-meu-vicio.html' title='O meu Vi&apos;cio.'/><author><name>Inês Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438368540707728420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/R4VQ_mOsIqI/AAAAAAAAAFM/IXjxFvnnraA/s72-c/andre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745954259536148690.post-3304281237718433920</id><published>2007-12-05T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T11:56:07.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Desculpa se sou movida a sentimentos. Se só funciono c/ bjs, carinhos e palavras apaixonadas. Desculpa se preciso de dedicação especial, se sou insegura e ñ me garanto como você. Desculpa se exijo + cuidados do q vc pode me dar.Desculpa se ñ olhei pros lados antes de atravessar a linha q leva ao amor. Desculpa se ñ pensei 2 vezes antes de mergulhar de cabeça no nosso romance, se me entreguei s/ titubear, incondicionalmente.Desculpa se sou humana, se erro tentando acertar. Desculpa se fui sincera, se confiei e busquei em vc a compreensão q você ñ pôde me oferecer. Desculpa se acreditei em nós 2 + do q deveria, se me apego fácil e ñ sei gostar só 1 pouquinho. Desculpa se não pude ser a namorada que você queria ter.Todavia, não sei se devo me desculpar, já que nem ao menos estou certa de que consigo te absolver.Não sei se te perdôo pelas coisas que você fez sem pensar, pelas suas palavras amargas ou seu silêncio indiferente. Não sei se te perdôo pelas noites que não dormi, pelas madrugadas que chamei e você não me atendeu. Não sei se te perdôo pelas lágrimas que derramei e pelas que ainda insistem em escorrer pelo meu rosto.Não sei se te perdôo por me julgar e criticar sem ao menos me ouvir ou tentar entender. Não sei se te perdôo por brincar com meus sentimentos, por desprezar o que senti e sinto por você, por me humilhar quando o que eu mais queria era teu alento. Não sei se te perdôo por tudo o que sofri por você.Sei que você não quer minhas desculpas, que tampouco busca meu perdão. No entanto, insisto: desculpa se quero te odiar mesmo te amando com todas as minhas forças.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745954259536148690-3304281237718433920?l=outroladoceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/feeds/3304281237718433920/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745954259536148690&amp;postID=3304281237718433920' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/3304281237718433920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/3304281237718433920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/2007/12/desculpa-se-sou-movida-sentimentos.html' title=''/><author><name>Inês Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438368540707728420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745954259536148690.post-5876667245470301426</id><published>2007-10-18T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T12:12:21.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Preciso de Desabafar!&lt;br /&gt;Nunca pensei vir a passar por o q estou a passar ...&lt;br /&gt;O que fazer quando a pessoa q no's mais ama.mos preocupa.se mais csg , mesmo quando nos estamos de rastos ?&lt;br /&gt;O que fazer quando doi ca' dentro, mas sabemos q n tem soluc,ao ?&lt;br /&gt;Tenho feito tudo para compreender , juro q tenho!&lt;br /&gt;Mas n me entra na cabeça ...&lt;br /&gt;A dor e' tanta, mas o amor ainda e' maior, de tal forma q anulo tudo o q estou a sentir ca' dentro para estar contigo.&lt;br /&gt;Mas a' noite , quando me deito ... O meu pensamento resume.se a esta situação .&lt;br /&gt;Podes dizer que e' tudo na boa... que n tem mal ! Mas nao te apercebes , q isto n e so um stress , isto doi mesmo ca' dentro ...&lt;br /&gt;Agora tds os dias me aparecem du'vidas  ..&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te , tenho a certeza absoluta disso , mas como e' q quando olhas para mim , n ves q isto ta'-me a destruir por dentro ??&lt;br /&gt;Porque n me ajudas??????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745954259536148690-5876667245470301426?l=outroladoceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/feeds/5876667245470301426/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745954259536148690&amp;postID=5876667245470301426' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/5876667245470301426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/5876667245470301426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/2007/10/preciso-de-desabafar-nunca-pensei-vir.html' title=''/><author><name>Inês Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438368540707728420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745954259536148690.post-2435586345363372093</id><published>2007-10-11T14:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T14:07:33.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amo.te</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;amo-te. ñ te sei dizer porquê. nem pk ñ. mas sei, sinto, q te amo. q gst de ti. ñ gst de ti pelo teu corpo. nem pelos teus cabelos. nem pelos teus olhos. gst de ti pk gst de ti. gst de ti, e ñ o sei explicar. gst de ti pelo conforto q me dás. gst de ti quando me abraças. gst de ti quando xove ou quando o sol brilha. gst de ti quando tás perto de mim. mas tbm gst de ti quando tás longe. vou continuar a amar-te quando mts anos passarem. vou continuar a lembrar-me smp dos teus braços e abraços, do teu riso e sorriso... vou continuar a amar-te assim s/ explicação msm tu ñ o sabendo. vou continuar neste caminho onde tu tás ao meu lado... irei ter ctg e dir-te-ei q te amo, msm já quando os meus olhos pouco virem, msm já quando a minha pele tiver enrugada, msm quando já ñ me lembrar do resto. quando isso acontecer, vou lembrar-me de ti, e vou dizer-te q gst de ti, e isso irá fazer-me feliz, pelo menos + 1 vez. há coisas q ñ se apagam, e q ficam. pra smp. msm q ñ tenham explicação. gst mto de ti.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745954259536148690-2435586345363372093?l=outroladoceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/feeds/2435586345363372093/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745954259536148690&amp;postID=2435586345363372093' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/2435586345363372093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/2435586345363372093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/2007/10/amote.html' title='Amo.te'/><author><name>Inês Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438368540707728420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745954259536148690.post-1504997787465637241</id><published>2007-10-11T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T12:51:41.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amiga.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amiga,&lt;br /&gt;n ha' memo'rias onde n aparec,as. nem lembrançaas em q ñ tejas, tanto nos dias tristes e felizes foi ctg q eu ri e xorei. se tou longe sinto-te por perto, nunca ninguém vai nos separar! Tu guardas tds meus segredos, é 1 tesouro a nossa amizade. amiga, amiga companheira da minha vida. amiga ctg eu inventei 1 mundo de carinho..! amiga a melhor q sonhei!&lt;br /&gt;Ctg eu aprendi q juntas jamais seremos vencidas. amigas.. amigas para sempre!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andreia Simão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745954259536148690-1504997787465637241?l=outroladoceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/feeds/1504997787465637241/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745954259536148690&amp;postID=1504997787465637241' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/1504997787465637241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/1504997787465637241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/2007/10/amiga.html' title='Amiga.'/><author><name>Inês Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438368540707728420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745954259536148690.post-5931550898649913580</id><published>2007-09-12T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T14:51:53.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Andreia Simão.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Tentei escrever um texto Bonito , para dizer o quanto gostava por ti, mas nem q faça um texto de 3 paginas consigo descrever o q sinto por ti!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Amo.te muito Andreia&lt;/span&gt;, mesmo do coraçao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Tudo começou com uma brincadeira, mas agora sei .. Amo-te de verdade, Amo-te como se fosses minha prima! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Não sei o q dizer.. Tenho imensas saudades tuas... E confesso tambem tenho imenso receio q toda esta distância estrague a nossa amizade..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Mas vou esperar para ver. Desculpa ser uma amiga ausente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Mas para o bem e para o Mal, eu tou aki para te apoia em tudo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Mais uma vez Amo-te Muito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Minha Prima, Melhor Amiga, confidente, Minha alegria!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745954259536148690-5931550898649913580?l=outroladoceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/feeds/5931550898649913580/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745954259536148690&amp;postID=5931550898649913580' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/5931550898649913580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/5931550898649913580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/2007/09/andreia-simo.html' title='Andreia Simão.'/><author><name>Inês Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438368540707728420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745954259536148690.post-8313772366858544223</id><published>2007-09-12T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T14:42:37.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Segurei a tua mão como se o fizesse pela última vez. tava kente mas dormente, como 1 folha velha caída no Outono. Olhava pra ti c/ carinho e dizia-te... "tou aki pekenina..." mas o teu olhar de sofrimento atravessava-me. Eu era agr apenas 1 borrão de luz c/ 1 voz familiar. Tu tbm te tornaste isso mas de 1 forma muda. Xorei por dentro relembrando a tua força, a tua energia ilimitada, eras 1 mulher pekenina, mas c/ 1 força e coragem q parecia q podias pegar num touro de frente, como 1 forcado destemido, jovem e imortal.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Olho de novo pra ti, retomando a realidade cruel. tás prostrada nessa cama, quase inanimada, a unica coisa q te suporta é o amor q te temos. Já nem me pareces reconhecer quando me olhas... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;maldito cancro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roi-te por dentro como a dor de te perder me roi a mim. E a morfina já nem parece fazer efeito... maldita doença...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; A vida tornou-se apenas 1 contagem decrescente nestes ultimos 5 anos, onde fazemos apenas por passar felizes o tempo q temos ctg. &lt;/span&gt;Continuo a fazer isso. É bom ao - poder despedir-me de ti..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"quando eu ficar melhor..." dizias-me ainda no meu aniversário... incrivel o teu espirito de luta. Nunca te dás por vencida, pois ñ?... Admiro isso!&lt;br /&gt;Voltei a apertar-te a mão c/ carinho e força, dei-te 1 bjo e disse... "até já pekenina..." pk mesmo q te vás embora, e eu sei q te vais embora. 1 dia irei ter ctgo, e o tempo q nos separar, será apenas saudade q mataremos, abraçadas a sorrir.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"amo-te muito pequenina... dorme bem..." (e tu foste embora)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha 3 anos q isto aconteceu.. Mas parece q foi ainda na semana passada, Tinhas 7 Anos, uma vida pela frente! Sinto tanto a tua falta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745954259536148690-8313772366858544223?l=outroladoceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/feeds/8313772366858544223/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745954259536148690&amp;postID=8313772366858544223' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/8313772366858544223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/8313772366858544223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/2007/09/segurei-tua-mo-como-se-o-fizesse-pela.html' title=''/><author><name>Inês Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438368540707728420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745954259536148690.post-4125020741533140329</id><published>2007-09-09T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:11:54.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinto-me Bastante Insegura!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/RuP8LS53tII/AAAAAAAAAFE/i0ymuffW-O4/s1600-h/Img002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/RuP8LS53tII/AAAAAAAAAFE/i0ymuffW-O4/s400/Img002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108203673351599234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Foto: Que ele tirou, ao pe dele , sou tao feliz!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Tenho mania de tentar mudar as minhas manias. Implico c/ meu hábito de falar td o q me vem à cabeça, detesto ñ conseguir conter o xoro ou as gargalhadas e simplesmente abomino a idéia de sentir ciúmes. Mtas vezes antes de dormir fexo os olhos e peço insistentemente pra deixar de viver td de forma tão exagerada. Peço pra sentir -, sofrer -. Adivinha? Em vão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só eu sei o quanto eu Keria ver alguma situação ridícula s/ me indignar e soltar meu discurso. Keria ñ me intusiasmar tanto quando vejo ou faço algo q me deixa feliz, animada. Keria controlar o meu jeito de rir compulsivamente quando alguém faz gracinha em lugares onde a gente pode (quase) td - rir. Certamente eu iria evitar 1 série de constrangimentos e confusões.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu pudesse mudar algo em mim, pediria q a minha versão revista e ampliada viesse c/ 1 (L) - mole, dramático, tolo. Keria q as lágrimas ñ escorressem pelo meu rosto quando vejo alguém xorar, keria ñ me sentir como se tivesse morrendo por dentro quando sei q msm s/ kerer 1 pessoa tá triste por minha culpa. Keria ñ me magoar c/ tanta facilidade e tbm nunca magoar as pessoas q são especiais para mim, por + q eu tenha consciência de que não sou nada perfeita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Mas se eu tivesse apenas 1 pedido a fazer, gostaria de ser + segura. Keria ñ sentir ciúme ou medo de ficar longe de kem eu amo. Já perdi as contas de quantas vezes li por aí q devemos deixar kem amamos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:personname style="font-weight: bold;" productid="em liberdade. Se" st="on"&gt;em liberdade. Se&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; realmente é pra ser nosso, vai voltar, nunca foi ou deixará de ser. Dizem q é 1 peso mt grande pra 1 pessoa ser a razão de viver de outra e q nunca, sob hipótese alguma, devemos delegar essa carga a alguém. Entretanto, como tbm tenho a mania de ñ acreditar em td q eu leio ou escuto, penso 1 pouco diferente. Sinto diferente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra mim soa comodista o discurso de q haja o q houver td vai permanecer =. Acredito q as coisas podem ficar da melhor maneira desde q eu faça a minha parte, aliás desde q tds os envolvidos façam as suas. Tao pouco me assusta a idéia de ser a maior motivação da vida de 1 pessoa. Claro q é 1 enorme responsabilidade, mas q devemos abraçar c/ td o (L), pk ñ é 1 pedido, mas uma necessidade. É 1 sentimento recíproco, chama-se amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se ñ fosse pedir de+, tbm adoraria perder a minha péssima mania de xorar sempre q tu olhas fundo nos meus olhos e dizes q sua vida já ñ tem sentido longe de mim. Keria conseguir dizer que eu sinto o mesmo sem antes ter que pedir um minutinho.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745954259536148690-4125020741533140329?l=outroladoceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/feeds/4125020741533140329/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745954259536148690&amp;postID=4125020741533140329' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/4125020741533140329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/4125020741533140329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/2007/09/sinto-me-bastante-insegura.html' title='Sinto-me Bastante Insegura!'/><author><name>Inês Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438368540707728420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/RuP8LS53tII/AAAAAAAAAFE/i0ymuffW-O4/s72-c/Img002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745954259536148690.post-6681541223316914671</id><published>2007-09-06T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T14:57:11.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A's vezes.</title><content type='html'>Às vezes td o q preciso é de 1 pouco de paz. 1 dia s/ brigas, s/ confusões, s/ gritos ou barulho algum. Nem cmg nem c/ kem teja perto de mim. Deixem-me ficar no meu canto s/ pensar em nd, s/ me preocupar c/ problema algum. Deixem-me ouvir akela balada de amor mal resolvido, msm q o meu coração bata feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes td o q kero é minha cama fofinha c/ 1 leite kente como o verão. A porta trancada, 1 livro no colo e o ar-condicionado ligado no calor máximo, pra q assim eu eskeça ao - por uns instantes q a minha estação preferida ainda vai demorar a chegar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes td q desejo é me aconchegar no seu ombro. Sentir seu perfume, sua respiração. Olhar nos seus olhos e sentir cada vez + a certeza de q há coisas na vida q são mesmo destinadas a acontecer e nada nem ninguém pode mudar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes tudo que eu preciso é de um pouco de você.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745954259536148690-6681541223316914671?l=outroladoceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/feeds/6681541223316914671/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745954259536148690&amp;postID=6681541223316914671' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/6681541223316914671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/6681541223316914671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/2007/09/as-vezes.html' title='A&apos;s vezes.'/><author><name>Inês Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438368540707728420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745954259536148690.post-6089807559404896245</id><published>2007-08-28T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T16:34:30.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Desculpa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Desculpa por tudo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Sinto.me tao mal........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745954259536148690-6089807559404896245?l=outroladoceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/feeds/6089807559404896245/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745954259536148690&amp;postID=6089807559404896245' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/6089807559404896245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/6089807559404896245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/2007/08/desculpa-desculpa-por-tudo-sinto.html' title=''/><author><name>Inês Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438368540707728420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745954259536148690.post-8459987767869482266</id><published>2007-08-22T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:11:54.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/Rsy92i53tHI/AAAAAAAAAE8/QL_6Mgz1O9U/s1600-h/P21-08-07_13.54.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/Rsy92i53tHI/AAAAAAAAAE8/QL_6Mgz1O9U/s400/P21-08-07_13.54.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101661222684046450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; É essa distância que Fode a minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745954259536148690-8459987767869482266?l=outroladoceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/feeds/8459987767869482266/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745954259536148690&amp;postID=8459987767869482266' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/8459987767869482266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/8459987767869482266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/2007/08/essa-distncia-que-fode-minha-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>Inês Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438368540707728420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/Rsy92i53tHI/AAAAAAAAAE8/QL_6Mgz1O9U/s72-c/P21-08-07_13.54.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745954259536148690.post-370517344596124283</id><published>2007-08-20T14:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:11:55.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Preciso de ti.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Preciso de te sentir junto a mim. Preciso de 1 abraço, da tua mão a passar-me pelo rosto… Preciso de 1 beijo… de um carinho….&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me sozinha. Perdida. Sem ti.&lt;br /&gt;As saudades trazem a dor da ausência… e eu não sei viver assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/RsoDEi53tGI/AAAAAAAAAE0/u2NvenxZPAY/s1600-h/P04-06-07_18.52.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/RsoDEi53tGI/AAAAAAAAAE0/u2NvenxZPAY/s400/P04-06-07_18.52.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100892904574399586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenhu tantas saudades de me deitar na tua cama, de me deixar dormir... E acordar com os teu Beijos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745954259536148690-370517344596124283?l=outroladoceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/feeds/370517344596124283/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745954259536148690&amp;postID=370517344596124283' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/370517344596124283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/370517344596124283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/2007/08/preciso-de-ti.html' title='Preciso de ti.'/><author><name>Inês Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438368540707728420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/RsoDEi53tGI/AAAAAAAAAE0/u2NvenxZPAY/s72-c/P04-06-07_18.52.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745954259536148690.post-5688518185654764066</id><published>2007-08-20T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T14:07:52.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabe'ns Marcelo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hj escrevo a alguém q ñ conheço bem, pessoalmente. Mas q criou-se uma amizade de imediato. É díficil de explicar. Sinceramente é complicado. Mas neste momento é 1 amigo q me é mt kerido e vejo-me a preocupar-me c/ ele, saber se tá bem ou ñ.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há pessoas q cruzam os nossos caminhos assim de repente e s/ explicação. Amizades virtuais são o q são. Ñ passam disso, ms por vezes há excepções. De repente alguma coisa se cria. De repente akela pessoa do outro lado fica mt próxima de nós. De repente é 1 amigo q gostamos de falar, q gostamos de rir, q gostamos de desabafar, q nos preocupamos, q nos deixa de coração apertado. E q por vezes até sentimos saudades…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero q sejas feliz como mereces. Q os problemas acabem de vez. Q tenhas a paz q tanto procuras como eu. Kero simplesmente q sejas o +&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;feliz do mundo, mesmo q eu fike em 2.º lugar nessa felicidade. Mereces + do que eu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 pergunta surgiu no ar 1 dia. "Como é q nos identificamos tanto? Sinceramente ainda ñ sei responder a isso. Talvez pk consigamos falar abertamente 1 c/ o outro. Ñ sei mesmo... Só sei q ficámos amigos, é isso q sei, e q me preocupo ctg e kero q sejas feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Parabéns!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&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/3745954259536148690-5688518185654764066?l=outroladoceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/feeds/5688518185654764066/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745954259536148690&amp;postID=5688518185654764066' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/5688518185654764066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/5688518185654764066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/2007/08/parabens-marcelo.html' title='Parabe&apos;ns Marcelo!'/><author><name>Inês Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438368540707728420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745954259536148690.post-7248929075035719090</id><published>2007-07-26T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T16:59:26.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doi...</title><content type='html'>A ausência&lt;br /&gt;O vazio&lt;br /&gt;O silêncio&lt;br /&gt;A incerteza...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha' um ano ao teu lado! (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745954259536148690-7248929075035719090?l=outroladoceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/feeds/7248929075035719090/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745954259536148690&amp;postID=7248929075035719090' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/7248929075035719090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/7248929075035719090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/2007/07/doi.html' title='Doi...'/><author><name>Inês Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438368540707728420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745954259536148690.post-7584976914731016438</id><published>2007-07-18T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:11:55.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Anos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/Rp6Bf58kDyI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8uNOvSIA6Pk/s1600-h/__Lie_To_Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/Rp6Bf58kDyI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8uNOvSIA6Pk/s400/__Lie_To_Me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088647014106009378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"- Eu também sou assim com as pessoas de quem gosto. Trago a Marta dentro de mim, tal como trago outras pessoas de quem gostei. Foram poucas, mas ficaram para sempre. Sou aquilo que já fui e que carrego comigo. As pessoas q já amei são pessoas q estarão sempre comigo, entendes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Livro : Não há coincidências, Margarida Rebelo Pinto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faz hoje 2 anos .&lt;br /&gt;Os teus pais finalmente vieram ao Algarve, passaram cá por casa. Trouxera-me fotos nossas q tiramos nas tais ferias....&lt;br /&gt;Nunca falei de ti a ninguém , nem mesmo hoje , passado 2 anos da tua morte. Apenas alguns familiares sabem ...&lt;br /&gt;Aquelas fotos, também não irei mostrar a ninguém,  pois são bocados precisosos!&lt;br /&gt;Durante esta semana, andei de luto , revoltada com tudo , deixei para trás amigos e até mesmo o namorado. Mas não me sinto nas condições de tar com alguém q me cunheça bem ... Tenho medo q falem-me de algo , q me faça lembrar-te!&lt;br /&gt;Os teus pais foram tão queridos , a vir ter cmg ... E eu q lhes faço tanto lembrar-te!&lt;br /&gt;O teu irmão tá tão grandee... Devias o ver ... Tão parecido ctgo.&lt;br /&gt;Fazes-me tanta faltaa....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745954259536148690-7584976914731016438?l=outroladoceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/feeds/7584976914731016438/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745954259536148690&amp;postID=7584976914731016438' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/7584976914731016438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/7584976914731016438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/2007/07/2-anos.html' title='2 Anos.'/><author><name>Inês Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438368540707728420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/Rp6Bf58kDyI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8uNOvSIA6Pk/s72-c/__Lie_To_Me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745954259536148690.post-7196061310498969443</id><published>2007-06-28T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:11:55.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/RoQrrDbkjLI/AAAAAAAAAEk/SgV9xbUIVmk/s1600-h/P1010226-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/RoQrrDbkjLI/AAAAAAAAAEk/SgV9xbUIVmk/s400/P1010226-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081234298236079282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;Irmãs de alma e coração. Nascemos pra dividir cda experiência do dia a dia. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt; Companheiras nas farras, nas guerras, tempestades e alegrias. Tão próximas q até os gestos, gostos e manias se confundem. Palavras tornam-se desnecessárias, pois só de olhar nos compreendemos.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt; Pk amizade ñ se explica, ela simplesmente existe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;  &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745954259536148690-7196061310498969443?l=outroladoceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/feeds/7196061310498969443/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745954259536148690&amp;postID=7196061310498969443' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/7196061310498969443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/7196061310498969443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/2007/06/irms-de-alma-e-corao.html' title=''/><author><name>Inês Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438368540707728420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/RoQrrDbkjLI/AAAAAAAAAEk/SgV9xbUIVmk/s72-c/P1010226-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745954259536148690.post-2217671872312099351</id><published>2007-06-28T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:11:55.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/RoQrHjbkjKI/AAAAAAAAAEc/P5SfLPoyGtA/s1600-h/P04-06-07_18.47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/RoQrHjbkjKI/AAAAAAAAAEc/P5SfLPoyGtA/s400/P04-06-07_18.47.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081233688350723234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Depois de q vc entrou minha vida, eu vejo ela c/ 1 novo sentido, 1 nova razão pra mim, me faz sentir algo por vc q jamais eu conseguiria sentir por outra pessoa.. então, obrigado por ter entrado em minha vida!&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/3745954259536148690-2217671872312099351?l=outroladoceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/feeds/2217671872312099351/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745954259536148690&amp;postID=2217671872312099351' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/2217671872312099351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/2217671872312099351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/2007/06/depois-de-q-vc-entrou-minha-vida-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>Inês Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438368540707728420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/RoQrHjbkjKI/AAAAAAAAAEc/P5SfLPoyGtA/s72-c/P04-06-07_18.47.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745954259536148690.post-7290631926686085569</id><published>2007-06-28T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:11:55.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Princesa .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/RoQo5DbkjJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/iQr9lKwL1pI/s1600-h/P02-06-07_14.04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/RoQo5DbkjJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/iQr9lKwL1pI/s400/P02-06-07_14.04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081231240219364498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Minha Princesa, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Não me deixes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745954259536148690-7290631926686085569?l=outroladoceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/feeds/7290631926686085569/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745954259536148690&amp;postID=7290631926686085569' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/7290631926686085569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/7290631926686085569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/2007/06/princesa.html' title='Princesa .'/><author><name>Inês Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438368540707728420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/RoQo5DbkjJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/iQr9lKwL1pI/s72-c/P02-06-07_14.04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745954259536148690.post-790235393944573556</id><published>2007-06-26T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:11:55.938-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ivete'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sonho'/><title type='text'>Ivete Sangalo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Desde Pequena q oiço a Ivete, meus pais tbm sao super fãs dela! Não sei o explicar... Mas sempre admirei muito a Ivete Sangalo! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Porque é das poucas cantores, que apesar de terem muito sucesso.. Continuam Humildes e tentam fazer a sua vida o Mais normal possivel. &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/RoGVcvdkjRI/AAAAAAAAAEM/YUnX8e6D57I/s1600-h/download-116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/RoGVcvdkjRI/AAAAAAAAAEM/YUnX8e6D57I/s400/download-116.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080506175660002578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Meu Maior sonho seria mesmo ter a opurtunidade de falar com ela... &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/3745954259536148690-790235393944573556?l=outroladoceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/feeds/790235393944573556/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745954259536148690&amp;postID=790235393944573556' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/790235393944573556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/790235393944573556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/2007/06/ivete-sangalo.html' title='Ivete Sangalo.'/><author><name>Inês Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438368540707728420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/RoGVcvdkjRI/AAAAAAAAAEM/YUnX8e6D57I/s72-c/download-116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745954259536148690.post-8908718312560981942</id><published>2007-06-26T15:30:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:11:56.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/RoGT2_dkjQI/AAAAAAAAAEE/_0y6Ma3YlGo/s1600-h/P1010200-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/RoGT2_dkjQI/AAAAAAAAAEE/_0y6Ma3YlGo/s400/P1010200-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080504427608313090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sinto.me feliz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;QUERO CUNHECER A IVETE SANGALO! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/3745954259536148690-8908718312560981942?l=outroladoceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/feeds/8908718312560981942/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745954259536148690&amp;postID=8908718312560981942' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/8908718312560981942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/8908718312560981942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/2007/06/sinto.html' title=''/><author><name>Inês Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438368540707728420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/RoGT2_dkjQI/AAAAAAAAAEE/_0y6Ma3YlGo/s72-c/P1010200-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745954259536148690.post-8986928513115987780</id><published>2007-06-22T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:11:56.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/RnwqcvdkjPI/AAAAAAAAAD8/beCWv5GLSm0/s1600-h/anjo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/RnwqcvdkjPI/AAAAAAAAAD8/beCWv5GLSm0/s400/anjo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078981153032277234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;Quero acabar com o que Provoca esta Dor , com que acordo todos os dias ..&lt;br /&gt;Mas nao consigo .. =|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745954259536148690-8986928513115987780?l=outroladoceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/feeds/8986928513115987780/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745954259536148690&amp;postID=8986928513115987780' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/8986928513115987780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/8986928513115987780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/2007/06/quero-acabar-com-o-que-provoca-esta-dor.html' title=''/><author><name>Inês Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438368540707728420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/RnwqcvdkjPI/AAAAAAAAAD8/beCWv5GLSm0/s72-c/anjo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745954259536148690.post-6606105972117886663</id><published>2007-06-18T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:11:56.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Nem tudo que é bom dura para sempre!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Mais um capitulo desse nosso livro chamado vida se acabou, porém deixa &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;em nossos corações boas lembranças que vai ser muito difícil esquecer, momentos de alegria, esforço e superação, e o principal uniã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;o!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Percebemos que quando um grupo é unido nada os detém e que não a limite qndo á confiança, não apenas aprendemos a parte técnica que a escola nos proporcionou mas tbm a amizade ao ponto de tornarmos uma grande família! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/Rnbav_dkjOI/AAAAAAAAAD0/GcFCqZkQsTQ/s1600-h/ZVQF1Z302583-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/Rnbav_dkjOI/AAAAAAAAAD0/GcFCqZkQsTQ/s400/ZVQF1Z302583-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077486147930983650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quando ouvirmos falar em 9.º A, vamos lembrar...De UNIÃO, AMIZADE, CUMPLICIDADE, LEALDADE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:130%;"  &gt; 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Diziam q tinha sido pelo conteúdo da cabeça 1 do outro .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.. e era verdade. &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Ela sorria, tinha 1sorriso s/ compromisso, quase s/ kerer. 1 so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;rriso q brilhava, 1 sorriso q gerava felicidade. 1 sorriso q provocava 1 olhar diferente, 1 radiação de prazer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:personname style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" productid="em sorrir. ￼￼E" st="on"&gt;em  sorrir.&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;st1:personname style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" productid="em sorrir. ￼￼E" st="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; ela sorria por instintos próprios. Ela sorriu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;e sorria a tdo momento, fosse por causa de 1 criança brincando de brincar, foss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;e por causa de 1 filme dramático, fosse por causa da esperança q se renova ao pen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sar q td iria dar certo no final... O mundo dá voltas?! &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Ela sorria indo pra cá, voltando pra lá... sorria sozinha no mei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;o da rua, sorria ... ela sorria e ele olhava... ela sorriu … &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; A kestão era q, msm triste, ela sorria... ñ keria isso mtas vezes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;, mas era o seu jeito, era o seu sorriso... sorria e tinha vontade de xorar de felicidade, mesmo no meio da rua, sozinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;, ao cair ou ao se levantar... &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Ela sorria e ele olh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ava... talvez ela kisesse adivinhar pensamentos, os dele principalmente... tentativa frustrada. &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Por&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; causa disso, ou ñ, ela sorria e imaginava 1 d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ança na xuva, juras de amor e guerra de almofada … foi tão feliz … &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Ela sorria co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;mo já ñ se lembrava de sorrir, por viver como nunca vivera há algum tempo... linda, leve e solta! &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; 1 dia parece q td se d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;esmoronou, ela continuava a amá-lo, mas faltavam respostas; tinha dificuldade em colocar as kestões, ingénu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a … ñ acreditava na mentira … até q 1 dia, ele deixou de dizer – AMO-TE, co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;mo só ele sabia dizer! &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Ela sofreu, ainda deu o benefício da dúvida, ainda imploro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;u por notícias, já só keria saber se tava vivo, mas … o silêncio caiu … &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Ela amou tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;to …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/RmnE1_dkjMI/AAAAAAAAADk/gS7IkWCn4Pc/s1600-h/Brasil+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/RmnE1_dkjMI/AAAAAAAAADk/gS7IkWCn4Pc/s400/Brasil+115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073802887057149122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;  &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;E essa menina era Eu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745954259536148690-7828244726599538195?l=outroladoceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/feeds/7828244726599538195/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745954259536148690&amp;postID=7828244726599538195' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/7828244726599538195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/7828244726599538195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/2007/06/eles-apaixonaram-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Inês Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438368540707728420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/RmnE1_dkjMI/AAAAAAAAADk/gS7IkWCn4Pc/s72-c/Brasil+115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745954259536148690.post-3350314653180322098</id><published>2007-05-16T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:11:56.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/RktxIwWZ6xI/AAAAAAAAADc/oaLQFP-hZtk/s1600-h/Verdes+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/RktxIwWZ6xI/AAAAAAAAADc/oaLQFP-hZtk/s400/Verdes+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065266601140022034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Um dia disseste q vinhas. Eu acreditei.&lt;br /&gt;Um dia disseste q vinhas. Eu esperei.&lt;br /&gt;Um dia, há mt tempo, num adeus sofrido, disse-te q te ia sentir a falta. Disseste q ñ. Mas sabias q sim.&lt;br /&gt;Kis saber se seríamos amigos de verdade pra sempre. Disseste q sim. Mas sabias q ñ.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;1 dia....ainda no tempo dos segredos, quando até as esperas faziam sentido.&lt;br /&gt;E eu esperei.&lt;br /&gt;Q viesses.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Contei os segundos q se tornaram minutos, q galgaram o tempo e se transformaram &lt;st1:personname productid="em horas. Horas" st="on"&gt;em horas.  Horas&lt;/st1:personname&gt; moles, como tdas as de kem espera. Como se o tempo corresse tão devagar pra nós, q esperamos.&lt;br /&gt;As horas viraram dias...e eu nem reparava q a Primavera já tinha iniciado a sua transformação. Distraida por esperar por ti.&lt;br /&gt;Ou esperava por nós. Nós q nunca o fomos e eu q só keria sermos capazes de sermos nós. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;E a Primavera tornou-se Verão. E os dias viraram longos e as noites q nunca + terminaram. Smp à espera.&lt;br /&gt;Já ñ havia pôr do sol, nem boskes encantados, nem vales, nem montanhas, nem principes... já ñ haviam palavras nem letras nem poemas. Já ñ havia 1 chuva miudinha... já ñ havia 1 farol nem ondas no mar.&lt;br /&gt;Td mudou enquanto eu remoía em mim 1 sentimento, devagarinho. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fiz td errado.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745954259536148690-3350314653180322098?l=outroladoceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/feeds/3350314653180322098/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745954259536148690&amp;postID=3350314653180322098' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/3350314653180322098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/3350314653180322098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/2007/05/um-dia-disseste-q-vinhas.html' title=''/><author><name>Inês Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438368540707728420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/RktxIwWZ6xI/AAAAAAAAADc/oaLQFP-hZtk/s72-c/Verdes+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745954259536148690.post-9117067463294938376</id><published>2007-05-15T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:11:56.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/RknY1EMLfLI/AAAAAAAAADU/MZC51y7I6YU/s1600-h/P1010200-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/RknY1EMLfLI/AAAAAAAAADU/MZC51y7I6YU/s400/P1010200-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064817662124326066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;i  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;... O que mais dói&lt;br /&gt;não é tua ausência&lt;br /&gt;mas tua presença&lt;br /&gt;estando longe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745954259536148690-9117067463294938376?l=outroladoceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/feeds/9117067463294938376/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745954259536148690&amp;postID=9117067463294938376' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/9117067463294938376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/9117067463294938376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Inês Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438368540707728420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/RknY1EMLfLI/AAAAAAAAADU/MZC51y7I6YU/s72-c/P1010200-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745954259536148690.post-8407883255041119342</id><published>2007-05-10T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:11:57.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/RkLm7UMLfKI/AAAAAAAAADM/QxInF9zsNno/s1600-h/Mota+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/RkLm7UMLfKI/AAAAAAAAADM/QxInF9zsNno/s400/Mota+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062862837824322722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Às vezes as palavras ñ consomem o tanto q sinto, de modo a poderem dizer, na verdade, o q realmente kero. Por isso hj ñ te direi nd. Vou ficar calada à espera q me fales tu. Talvez tu, hj, tenhas as palavras certas e saibas o q me dizer. Talvez tu saibas em q lugar se escondeu a nossa proximidade, q agr deu lugar a esta distância abismal, fazendo-me sentir como 1 estranha pra ti. As minhas palavras hj ñ sentem + nd... apenas a tristeza do nosso voltar de costas... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Já ñ sonhamos c/ as mesmas viagens, já ñ ouvimos a mesma música, já ñ tamos cá 1 pro outro... Já ñ falamos, já ñ rimos, já ñ sorrimos! Já ñ me desejas Boa noite, já ñ acordo à espera do teu Bom dia. Já ñ espero q o tele toke... E pensar q 1 dia já tivemos tão perto! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 102);font-family:Arial;font-size:13;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745954259536148690-8407883255041119342?l=outroladoceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/feeds/8407883255041119342/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745954259536148690&amp;postID=8407883255041119342' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/8407883255041119342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/8407883255041119342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/2007/05/s-vezes-as-palavras-consomem-o-tanto-q.html' title=''/><author><name>Inês Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438368540707728420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/RkLm7UMLfKI/AAAAAAAAADM/QxInF9zsNno/s72-c/Mota+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745954259536148690.post-4607246191991362549</id><published>2007-05-07T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:11:57.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/Rj9msUMLfJI/AAAAAAAAADE/FHMl0awzjqU/s1600-h/P07-05-07_18.25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/Rj9msUMLfJI/AAAAAAAAADE/FHMl0awzjqU/s400/P07-05-07_18.25.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061877417707797650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Foto: prenda q os meus pais me deram, moldura digital.. Adorei)&lt;br /&gt;Não sei o q dizer..&lt;br /&gt;Odiei o dia de hoje!&lt;br /&gt;Mas ao mesmo tempo descobri q tenho amigos espectaculares,&lt;br /&gt;A simao q ta' sempre la! E agr a Clara porque sei q com ela posso falar, pk ela percebe e n critica (penso eu)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E prontz.. ja' tenhu 15 anos! E descobri q o meu cunhado e um anjoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745954259536148690-4607246191991362549?l=outroladoceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/feeds/4607246191991362549/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745954259536148690&amp;postID=4607246191991362549' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/4607246191991362549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/4607246191991362549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/2007/05/foto-prenda-q-os-meus-pais-me-deram.html' title=''/><author><name>Inês Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438368540707728420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/Rj9msUMLfJI/AAAAAAAAADE/FHMl0awzjqU/s72-c/P07-05-07_18.25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745954259536148690.post-8979298846555103787</id><published>2007-05-06T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T16:03:40.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Inês hoje faz anos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Parabe'ns a você, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Nesta data queridaa.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Muitas felicidades , mtus anos de vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Hoje e' dia de festaa, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Cantam as nossas almas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Para a Menina &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Inês&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Uma salva de palmas!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745954259536148690-8979298846555103787?l=outroladoceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/feeds/8979298846555103787/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745954259536148690&amp;postID=8979298846555103787' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/8979298846555103787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/8979298846555103787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/2007/05/ins-hoje-faz-anos.html' title='A Inês hoje faz anos!'/><author><name>Inês Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438368540707728420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745954259536148690.post-678493133922435309</id><published>2007-05-04T15:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:11:57.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puro Pla'gio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/Rju4YEMLfII/AAAAAAAAAC8/CIoYZVOXTbE/s1600-h/Beijinho+a+simao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/Rju4YEMLfII/AAAAAAAAAC8/CIoYZVOXTbE/s400/Beijinho+a+simao.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060841329862081666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Foto: Eu a dar Bjinho a' Andreia Simao)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;O texto n e' meu, mas gostei mtu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Olha pra mim, relembra-me no teu coração e pensa no sorriso q faço smp q te vejo. CONSEGUES? Consegues perceber o quanto és importante pra mim, consegues sentir a minha presença ao teu lado msm tando longe neste momento? Relembra as minhas palavras, akelas q nunca te disse, ms q ouviste dentro do teu coração. Relembra o meu bj q nunca te tocou, ms q tá presente na tua boca smp q adormeces e pensas em mim! Relembra-me apenas....&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Relembra as musicas q ñ dançámos, ms q nos envolveram até nos unirmos num só, por momentos! O q existe entre nós ñ se consegue explicar por palavras, gestos, ou acções. Apenas sente-se, vive-se, ama-se! És tão lindo, tão doce, és 1 sonho perdido dentro do meu coração, 1 sonho presente q ñ me deixa ficar triste, sozinha! Cd passo q dou, cd minuto da minha vida tá preenxido pela tua essência, pela tua beleza, pelo teu carácter. Nunca conheci ninguém tão ILUMINADO, q me compreende s/ eu precisar dizer nd!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Ctg sou genuína, ñ preciso pensar no q vou dizer. Só tu, acredita, conheces-me totalmente e smp q te digo, AMO-TE, sei q as estrelas sorriem e se iluminam ainda +. Fazem-no pk o meu amor por ti tem a força do UNIVERSO, tem a energia de vidas passadas, tem a cumplicidade de verdadeiras almas gémeas! Sorri, pk ver-te sorrir é td pra mim! Se algum dia te sentires triste pensa em mim, pensa q tou aki de braços abertos pra te receber, pra adormecer ao teu lado, pra entrar em ti e nunca + deixar q te sintas sozinho!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sei q nasci pra te fazer feliz, pra partilhar td ctg. Sei q ao teu lado serei a pessoa + feliz do mundo! No meu coração cresces cd dia +, alimentas-te do meu amor e só por ti eu acordo tdas as manhãs, só por ti continuo a lutar. Smp q me perguntam o q é o amor, eu digo q é um estado de alegria permanente! Quando me dizem q isso é vago, eu apenas digo...o teu nome. Representas pra mim a forma + sublime de AMOR e poxo dizer, s/ hesitar, q por ti daria o MEU MUNDO!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745954259536148690-678493133922435309?l=outroladoceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/feeds/678493133922435309/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745954259536148690&amp;postID=678493133922435309' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/678493133922435309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/678493133922435309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/2007/05/puro-plagio.html' title='Puro Pla&apos;gio'/><author><name>Inês Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438368540707728420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/Rju4YEMLfII/AAAAAAAAAC8/CIoYZVOXTbE/s72-c/Beijinho+a+simao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745954259536148690.post-5252677096743778930</id><published>2007-05-01T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:11:57.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/Rje9XkMLfFI/AAAAAAAAACk/_S6txXtJgow/s1600-h/DSC_0341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/Rje9XkMLfFI/AAAAAAAAACk/_S6txXtJgow/s400/DSC_0341.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059720918923443282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Grutas da praia da batata)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Duas almas transitórias&lt;br /&gt;que um dia se Cruzaram... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745954259536148690-5252677096743778930?l=outroladoceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/feeds/5252677096743778930/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745954259536148690&amp;postID=5252677096743778930' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/5252677096743778930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/5252677096743778930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/2007/05/grutas-da-praia-da-batata-duas-almas.html' title=''/><author><name>Inês Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438368540707728420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/Rje9XkMLfFI/AAAAAAAAACk/_S6txXtJgow/s72-c/DSC_0341.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745954259536148690.post-5771944691780486242</id><published>2007-04-29T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:11:57.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/RjUVgkMLfEI/AAAAAAAAACc/o6bptYE4o9A/s1600-h/praia_arrecifes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/RjUVgkMLfEI/AAAAAAAAACc/o6bptYE4o9A/s400/praia_arrecifes.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058973405635378242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(foto: Praia de Muro Alto, Brasil)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Afastei-te do meu pensamento, Mas regressas sempre nos meus Sonhoos! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745954259536148690-5771944691780486242?l=outroladoceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/feeds/5771944691780486242/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745954259536148690&amp;postID=5771944691780486242' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/5771944691780486242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/5771944691780486242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/2007/04/foto-praia-de-muro-alto-brasil-afastei.html' title=''/><author><name>Inês Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438368540707728420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/RjUVgkMLfEI/AAAAAAAAACc/o6bptYE4o9A/s72-c/praia_arrecifes.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745954259536148690.post-5129968386195425032</id><published>2007-04-27T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:11:57.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudades</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/RjHtf0MLfCI/AAAAAAAAACM/L_bsWS7ZLTo/s1600-h/Imagem%28158%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/RjHtf0MLfCI/AAAAAAAAACM/L_bsWS7ZLTo/s400/Imagem%28158%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058084987355233314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Que saudades deste tempo.. N tou grande coisa na foto mas pronts! =) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;Saudade...&lt;br /&gt;Neste momento é o q sinto...&lt;br /&gt;Saudades tuas saudades do teu ser.&lt;br /&gt;Saudade das tuas palavras de todas as tuas malukices.&lt;br /&gt;Saudade dakela pessoa q ja tive o prazer de xamar amigo.&lt;br /&gt;Amigo q outrora tive, agr ñ tenho +.&lt;br /&gt;Saudades das nossas conversas saudades desse teu sorriso.&lt;br /&gt;Sentia-me bem ao teu lado,segura e protegida.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto imensa saudades disso...&lt;br /&gt;Das nossas tolices e brincadeiras das tuas palavras de conforto, palavras de pura amizade...&lt;br /&gt;Hj ñ tenho nd disso hj sinto imenso a tua falta...&lt;br /&gt;Td passou e td se foi...&lt;br /&gt;Será q foi o melhor pra nós?&lt;br /&gt;O melhor pra ti ou pra mim?&lt;br /&gt;Talvez o melhor pra alguém...&lt;br /&gt;Hj tenho tudo isso bem guardado numa gaveta aromada e colorida...&lt;br /&gt;Colorida como era a nossa vida,aromada como era a nossa amizade...&lt;br /&gt;Hj ja ñ há nada.&lt;br /&gt;Apenas lembranças q pra smp irão ficar...&lt;br /&gt;Lembranças q tentam apagar mas q pra smp irão ficar.&lt;br /&gt;E saudade...&lt;br /&gt;Saudade de te ter do meu lado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745954259536148690-5129968386195425032?l=outroladoceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/feeds/5129968386195425032/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745954259536148690&amp;postID=5129968386195425032' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/5129968386195425032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/5129968386195425032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/2007/04/saudades.html' title='Saudades'/><author><name>Inês Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438368540707728420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/RjHtf0MLfCI/AAAAAAAAACM/L_bsWS7ZLTo/s72-c/Imagem%28158%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745954259536148690.post-2935369110023614657</id><published>2007-04-26T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:11:57.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinto-me Perida ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/RjB0tUMLfBI/AAAAAAAAACE/xLBoKhujsFU/s1600-h/P03-01-07_17.54.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/RjB0tUMLfBI/AAAAAAAAACE/xLBoKhujsFU/s400/P03-01-07_17.54.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057670703399795730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Foto tirada por o André! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: red;"&gt;Talvez seja preciso 1 boa porção de raiva inicial e depois + 1 pouco de ódio.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez td isso seja mesmo necessário e faça tão parte de nós, ou até talvez +, q td o resto q nos compõe.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez esses ingredientes sejam os necessários pra 1 visão bem + realista do mundo q nos rodeia.&lt;br /&gt;E talvez, só através da dor, o q é entendido como a realidade, como a verdade, saia + verdadeiro.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez só os sentimentos negativos, xamem os verdadeiros sentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;E só depois de mt odiar, o nosso eu teja realmente pronta a perceber o q de bom há, o q de real existe. teja realmente pronta a receber amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes sinto q perdi mta da capacidade de receber o amor....&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me perdida entre o caminho do sonho e o da desilusão do q sou. Sinto-me perdida, completamente perdida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E lá no fundo sou só os restos poeirentos de 1 criançinha destruida pela desolação interior, pelo tormento da verdade...Lá no fundo sou o fundo de mim... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745954259536148690-2935369110023614657?l=outroladoceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/feeds/2935369110023614657/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745954259536148690&amp;postID=2935369110023614657' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/2935369110023614657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/2935369110023614657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/2007/04/sinto-me-perida.html' title='Sinto-me Perida ..'/><author><name>Inês Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438368540707728420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/RjB0tUMLfBI/AAAAAAAAACE/xLBoKhujsFU/s72-c/P03-01-07_17.54.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745954259536148690.post-1091236399971540370</id><published>2007-04-22T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:11:58.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desisto.. So' kero ser feliz !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/RisvCrrUxrI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Sfk3AHerozc/s1600-h/Posso+perder.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/RisvCrrUxrI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Sfk3AHerozc/s400/Posso+perder.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056186729784198834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745954259536148690-1091236399971540370?l=outroladoceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/feeds/1091236399971540370/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745954259536148690&amp;postID=1091236399971540370' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/1091236399971540370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/1091236399971540370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/2007/04/desisto-so-kero-ser-feliz.html' title='Desisto.. So&apos; kero ser feliz !'/><author><name>Inês Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438368540707728420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/RisvCrrUxrI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Sfk3AHerozc/s72-c/Posso+perder.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745954259536148690.post-4377797328138232252</id><published>2007-04-20T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T15:05:17.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu ru rururu!</title><content type='html'>Parabéns Joazinhoooo! =D&lt;br /&gt;Uhuhuhu Agora com 17 Anos ja tens idade para ganhar Juiizooo!&lt;br /&gt;Ah e taal, sabes que gosto mtu de ti.. És essencial para eu n morrer de te'dio nakela escola! xD&lt;br /&gt;Porque hj quase q me fizes.te voar ..&lt;br /&gt;Porque gosto de ti* E desejo-te a Maior sorte do Mundoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt; E agora as Melhoras :&lt;br /&gt;- Para o Tiago (porque pronts)&lt;br /&gt;- Para a Lu'cia q fike boa para o 3x3&lt;br /&gt;- Para o Marcelo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Ando perdida no meio de pensamentos difíceis de definir.&lt;br /&gt;Ando perdida no medo, ñ sei como me livrar deste medo q já me atormenta à tanto tempo. Tento livrar-me dele, juro q tento, mas ñ csg, há vezes q julgo q é+ forte q eu. =(&lt;br /&gt;Dia 7 de Maio tá à porta e c/ ele a insegurança, o medo de viver e principalmente o medo de sofrer. Ñ sei bem pk, mas quando este dia se aproxima sinto-me smp assim, é nesta altura q tda a minha insegurança vem ao de cima e sinto-me bem pekenina.&lt;br /&gt;É mt complicado escrever sobre o q sinto, pk ñ csg passar pró papel td o q vai cá dentro e tbm por outro lado nunca gostei de me dar a conhecer, melhor, nunca gostei q as pessoas me conhecessem bem, paranóias.&lt;br /&gt;Ás vezes sinto-me diferente, tenho a impressão q penso + do q vivo. Gst de sonhar, gst de ver as coisas de 1 outra forma, e principalmente acredito q a vida pode ser diferente, digamos q sou 1 sonhadora nata, o q por vezes ñ é bom. Mas sou mesmo assim, por + q pense em mudar, axo q apesar de td ñ é o + correcto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Batang;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745954259536148690-4377797328138232252?l=outroladoceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/feeds/4377797328138232252/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745954259536148690&amp;postID=4377797328138232252' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/4377797328138232252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/4377797328138232252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/2007/04/tu-ru-rururu.html' title='Tu ru rururu!'/><author><name>Inês Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438368540707728420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745954259536148690.post-7271930681084408084</id><published>2007-04-19T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:11:58.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/RifU7LrUxqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Ybt0doWE9Ts/s1600-h/DSC_0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/RifU7LrUxqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Ybt0doWE9Ts/s400/DSC_0019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055243219958548130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;"Talvez amanhã quando tu sonhares em me kerer eu já tenha encontrado kem me queira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; Quando tu precisares de mim, eu já tenha desistido da vontade de te ajudar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; Quem sabe quando tu lembrares q eu existo, eu já tenha desaparecido do teu alcance. E por acaso se 1 dia tu kiseres me amar, eu transforme esse amor em amizade."&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/3745954259536148690-7271930681084408084?l=outroladoceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/feeds/7271930681084408084/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745954259536148690&amp;postID=7271930681084408084' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/7271930681084408084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/7271930681084408084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/2007/04/talvez-amanh-quando-tu-sonhares-em-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Inês Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438368540707728420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/RifU7LrUxqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Ybt0doWE9Ts/s72-c/DSC_0019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745954259536148690.post-907129724547054980</id><published>2007-04-15T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:11:58.410-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='francisco Adam'/><title type='text'>R.I.P. Francisco Adam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/RiMcd1Us0pI/AAAAAAAAABs/k6QXT1-2Nuk/s1600-h/871901549.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/RiMcd1Us0pI/AAAAAAAAABs/k6QXT1-2Nuk/s400/871901549.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053914505695515282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Foi há um ano que Portugal acordou em choque com a noticia da Morte do Francisco!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A maior parte conhecia-o por Dino e eu n sou excepção... Mas mesmo so' por o ver na tv, senti alguma revolta por alguem tão novo partir.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Passado um ano, ñ o esqueci.. Ja' nem vejo a novela, pk agr perdeu o interesse, ja n tem tanta piada! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Não sei o q dizer.. Nunca soube falar sobre a Morte! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;E para kem diz q ele se drogou e isso.. Nao falem mais mal dele, por mesmo q ele se tenha drogado, pagou mtu caro por isso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;R.I.P FRANCISCO ADAM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745954259536148690-907129724547054980?l=outroladoceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/feeds/907129724547054980/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745954259536148690&amp;postID=907129724547054980' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/907129724547054980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/907129724547054980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/2007/04/rip-francisco-adam.html' title='R.I.P. Francisco Adam'/><author><name>Inês Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438368540707728420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/RiMcd1Us0pI/AAAAAAAAABs/k6QXT1-2Nuk/s72-c/871901549.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745954259536148690.post-3086799798964174031</id><published>2007-04-13T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:11:58.953-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Turma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amizade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amigos'/><title type='text'>Amizade!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/RiADrFUs0oI/AAAAAAAAABk/4Sj_9q3Krus/s1600-h/PC150988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 402px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/RiADrFUs0oI/AAAAAAAAABk/4Sj_9q3Krus/s400/PC150988.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053042820607955586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 102);font-size:13;" &gt;Mtos dizem ser amigos, mtos dizem sentir amizade pelo próximo, mas na prática será mesmo assim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 102);font-size:13;" &gt;taremos nós hj em dia dispostos a fazer de td pra ver 1 amigo de bem c/ a vida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 102);font-size:13;" &gt;Mtas pessoas já passaram pela minha vida, mtas delas ficaram, a essas xamo amigos, “bocados de mim”, outras simplesmente passaram por mim e seguiram o seu caminho, a essas xamo “bocados de 1 historia q passou”, outras porém apareceram na minha vida, expulsei-as na mesma e ainda hj me kestiono como as permiti a fazer parte de mim e se o conceito de amizade varia assim tanto de pessoa pra pessoa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 102);font-size:13;" &gt;Concerteza tds nós temos 1 definição algo diferente da amizade, mas acredito q a verdadeira essência, o dar s/ pedir, o receber s/ a obrigação de retribuir, a presença, a prontidão, a ajuda, esses ainda são os valores q prevalecem +, são a base de qualquer elo numa relação desta natureza!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 102);font-size:13;" &gt;Será q conhecemos nós o verdadeiro significado da palavra amizade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 102);font-size:13;" &gt;O q é para vós a amizade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745954259536148690-3086799798964174031?l=outroladoceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/feeds/3086799798964174031/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745954259536148690&amp;postID=3086799798964174031' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/3086799798964174031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/3086799798964174031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/2007/04/amizade.html' title='Amizade!'/><author><name>Inês Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438368540707728420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/RiADrFUs0oI/AAAAAAAAABk/4Sj_9q3Krus/s72-c/PC150988.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745954259536148690.post-4354126812866963329</id><published>2007-04-13T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:11:59.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/Rh_YfFUs0nI/AAAAAAAAABc/_cm3EG0Ujz8/s1600-h/283266376.img.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/Rh_YfFUs0nI/AAAAAAAAABc/_cm3EG0Ujz8/s400/283266376.img.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052995335449530994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;Tenho 1 jeito menina q é assim, só meu.&lt;br /&gt;Jeito de quem nunca sabe bem o q fazer...&lt;br /&gt;No amor é onde meu jeito menina se manifesta + forte.&lt;br /&gt;Keria ser 1 conkistadora nata…&lt;br /&gt;Sou aquela q tem o q ñ deseja. Quando me apaixono me perco, troco os pés pelas mãos. Falo + do q deveria, s/ criar o tal clima de mistério q dizem necessário. E por outro lado carrego 1 orgulho imenso, q nunca me deixa parecer frágil. Ah, se minhas paixões soubessem a facilidade q tenho pra me quebrar...&lt;br /&gt;Keria ser, mas ñ sou, 1 dakelas moças pelas quais se apaixona de cara. Q sabe onde colocar 1 sorriso ou as mãos. Q faz akele xarme, e dpx do bj torna o homem sua presa.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou akela q o faz rir, + q isso, gargalhar. E q conta as gafes da semana, o último tombo.&lt;br /&gt;Gostar de mim é realmente gostar de kem eu sou... E isso leva 1 certo tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Hj em dia, pela rapidez dos relacionamentos, as pessoas têm 5 minutos pra se mostrar indispensáveis na vida de 1 outra. Caso contrário, "&lt;i&gt;foi um prazer e tchau&lt;/i&gt;!".&lt;br /&gt;Se eu depender disso, to frita.&lt;br /&gt;Nos primeiros 5 minutos csg me parecer, no máximo, com um bobo da corte.  &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745954259536148690-4354126812866963329?l=outroladoceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/feeds/4354126812866963329/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745954259536148690&amp;postID=4354126812866963329' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/4354126812866963329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/4354126812866963329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/2007/04/tenho-1-jeito-menina-q-assim-s-meu.html' title=''/><author><name>Inês Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438368540707728420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/Rh_YfFUs0nI/AAAAAAAAABc/_cm3EG0Ujz8/s72-c/283266376.img.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745954259536148690.post-2972914222367117887</id><published>2007-04-12T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:11:59.385-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2.ª Oportunidade'/><title type='text'>2.ª Oportunidade! Serias capaz?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/Rh4C11Us0mI/AAAAAAAAABU/q7lYAH-DIy4/s1600-h/hand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/Rh4C11Us0mI/AAAAAAAAABU/q7lYAH-DIy4/s400/hand.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052478955826500194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Se te dessem oportunidade de fazer algo q antes kizeste fazer, mas ñ tiveste coragem ou oportunidade pra fazê-lo, aceitavas essa 2.ª oportunidade?&lt;br /&gt;Ir a sítios onde nunca foste antes, conhecer kem kizeste conhecer antes, realizar 1 sonho de criança q hj é o q te deixa acordada durante a noite?&lt;br /&gt;Oportunidade de tentar fazer resultar 1 relação, c/ a pessoa q ficou smp no fundo da tua cabeça como akele q escapou?&lt;br /&gt;Tentar emendar erros do passado, coisas q s/ pensar disseste, q na altura ñ tiveram grande importância, mas hj vês q seria diferente se ñ as tivesses dito?&lt;br /&gt;Ou fazer o q tiveste vontade de fazer em algum momento da tua vida, mas q por vergonha ou parvoíce, ñ fizeste?&lt;br /&gt;Eras capaz de agarrar essa 2ª oportunidade, mesmo sabendo q mudarias alguns aspectos na tua vida?&lt;br /&gt;Eu seria....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745954259536148690-2972914222367117887?l=outroladoceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/feeds/2972914222367117887/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745954259536148690&amp;postID=2972914222367117887' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/2972914222367117887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/2972914222367117887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/2007/04/2-oportunidade-serias-capaz.html' title='2.ª Oportunidade! Serias capaz?'/><author><name>Inês Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438368540707728420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/Rh4C11Us0mI/AAAAAAAAABU/q7lYAH-DIy4/s72-c/hand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745954259536148690.post-2441531950336574601</id><published>2007-04-07T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:11:59.504-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Espera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tempo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/RhfSgFBmQ3I/AAAAAAAAABM/JqElyMxt1qo/s1600-h/0002asbb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/RhfSgFBmQ3I/AAAAAAAAABM/JqElyMxt1qo/s400/0002asbb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050736955665826674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo passa lentamente quando se espera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;i  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;O tempo passa ainda mais lentamente quando já não se espera nada,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;quando já não há nada a esperar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;font-size:12;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;font-size:12;"  &gt; José Luis Peixoto&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745954259536148690-2441531950336574601?l=outroladoceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/feeds/2441531950336574601/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745954259536148690&amp;postID=2441531950336574601' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/2441531950336574601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/2441531950336574601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/2007/04/o-tempo-passa-lentamente-quando-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Inês Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438368540707728420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/RhfSgFBmQ3I/AAAAAAAAABM/JqElyMxt1qo/s72-c/0002asbb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745954259536148690.post-1263771479438730138</id><published>2007-04-04T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:11:59.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brasil .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/RhO2OlBmQ2I/AAAAAAAAABE/6mrzxrDVMjM/s1600-h/P1000773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/RhO2OlBmQ2I/AAAAAAAAABE/6mrzxrDVMjM/s400/P1000773.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049579968785695586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E hoje bateu a saudade:&lt;br /&gt;- Das férias no Brasil.&lt;br /&gt;- Da excelente cama q eles la têm xD&lt;br /&gt;- Do sol&lt;br /&gt;- Da piscina&lt;br /&gt;- De cantar com o Arez aos berros na piscina&lt;br /&gt;- Das vitaminas&lt;br /&gt;- Da Carla, da Júlia, Do Marcelo e do Jean&lt;br /&gt;- Dos atakes de risos q me dava ao jantar&lt;br /&gt;- Da Moto 4&lt;br /&gt;- De dançar Forró com o Beto&lt;br /&gt;- De tirar fotos com a Carla&lt;br /&gt;- De meter-me com o senhor q nos levava os chocolates só pra ele me dar mais 1!&lt;br /&gt;- Da moça do clubinho q me fazia rir logo de manhã.&lt;br /&gt;- De andar de Buggy&lt;br /&gt;-De ir as compras em Porto de Galinhas&lt;br /&gt;-Das lojas chiques de recife! xD&lt;br /&gt;- De saltar da cachoeira&lt;br /&gt;- Das músikas do Hotel e do Caranguejo e das suas danças.&lt;br /&gt;- Das aulas com o trampolim dentro de água&lt;br /&gt;- Do bolo de chocolate&lt;br /&gt;- Da picanha&lt;br /&gt;- Das uvas com chocolate&lt;br /&gt;- Do Bruno, do restaurante Peixe na telha&lt;br /&gt;- Da fruta deliciosa&lt;br /&gt;- Das actividades que faziamos antes e depois do Jantar&lt;br /&gt;- Do  boneco do pai natal q tava no lobby e nós estragamos&lt;br /&gt;- De salvar os peixinhos q fikavam presos nos arrecifes&lt;br /&gt;- Jogar Basquet&lt;br /&gt;- Do camarão&lt;br /&gt;- Dos picolés&lt;br /&gt;- Do monge em Olinda&lt;br /&gt;- De andar a ver se conseguia apanhar um caranguejo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim.. Saudades de tudo e mais alguma coisa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745954259536148690-1263771479438730138?l=outroladoceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/feeds/1263771479438730138/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745954259536148690&amp;postID=1263771479438730138' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/1263771479438730138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/1263771479438730138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/2007/04/brasil.html' title='Brasil .'/><author><name>Inês Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438368540707728420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/RhO2OlBmQ2I/AAAAAAAAABE/6mrzxrDVMjM/s72-c/P1000773.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745954259536148690.post-3111294727583998604</id><published>2007-04-04T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:11:59.823-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Familia'/><title type='text'>Medo..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/RhOv1VBmQ1I/AAAAAAAAAA8/RF1VkKCcoeo/s1600-h/P09-12-06_16.35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/RhOv1VBmQ1I/AAAAAAAAAA8/RF1VkKCcoeo/s400/P09-12-06_16.35.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049572937924232018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Foto: Eu i a minha sobrinha, poucos dias antes de ir para o Brasil)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:10;" &gt;" Tinha tanto medo das coisas ruins, que acabei esquecendo das coisas boas. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/3745954259536148690-3111294727583998604?l=outroladoceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/feeds/3111294727583998604/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745954259536148690&amp;postID=3111294727583998604' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/3111294727583998604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/3111294727583998604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/2007/04/medo.html' title='Medo..'/><author><name>Inês Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438368540707728420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/RhOv1VBmQ1I/AAAAAAAAAA8/RF1VkKCcoeo/s72-c/P09-12-06_16.35.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745954259536148690.post-415190628095356228</id><published>2007-04-03T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:12:00.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/RhLKxCd6PDI/AAAAAAAAAA0/EF-2GXFSVHo/s1600-h/DSC_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/RhLKxCd6PDI/AAAAAAAAAA0/EF-2GXFSVHo/s400/DSC_0003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049321076060470322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 51, 0);font-size:13;" &gt;Saudade é a certeza de ter vivido e sentido, o que algum dia, em algum lugar, nos marcou ...&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/3745954259536148690-415190628095356228?l=outroladoceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/feeds/415190628095356228/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745954259536148690&amp;postID=415190628095356228' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/415190628095356228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/415190628095356228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/2007/04/saudade-certeza-de-ter-vivido-e-sentido.html' title=''/><author><name>Inês Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438368540707728420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/RhLKxCd6PDI/AAAAAAAAAA0/EF-2GXFSVHo/s72-c/DSC_0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745954259536148690.post-3654985129668999447</id><published>2007-04-03T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:12:00.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>=/</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/RhLJsSd6PCI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dL_BpMckAE8/s1600-h/DSC_0073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/RhLJsSd6PCI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dL_BpMckAE8/s400/DSC_0073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049319894944463906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ñ interessa o q sou, ñ interessa o q faço, ñ interessa o q kero, ñ interessa como me sinto, e tbm ñ interessa a forma como eu gostaria de me sentir…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nada interessa… O q realmente interessa são as minhas notas, é a minha obrigação como filha, como irmã, como amiga, como estudante, como colega…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Fazem da minha felicidade 1 dever, 1 obrigação…pk tenho 1 família, pk tenho tds os bens essenciais, possíveis e imaginários, pk sou amada, pk tenho amigos, e por + 1 infinidade de razões…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Na realidade, tou rodeada de felizes razões infelizes q por + q eu tente ñ csg retirar delas 1 força interior q me faça eskecer tds os problemas…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;No fundo, sinto só solidão, ela domina-me…   xega a dominar-me tanto q as pessoas q + amo deixam de significar pra mim, pk de tantas q amo só preciso de 1…essa sim! Dava-me razões de sobra pra sobreviver…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Ñ me peçam pra escrever textos + alegres quando isso não acontece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745954259536148690-3654985129668999447?l=outroladoceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/feeds/3654985129668999447/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745954259536148690&amp;postID=3654985129668999447' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/3654985129668999447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/3654985129668999447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title='=/'/><author><name>Inês Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438368540707728420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/RhLJsSd6PCI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dL_BpMckAE8/s72-c/DSC_0073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745954259536148690.post-2985975860887707847</id><published>2007-03-31T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:12:00.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>és o meu anjo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/Rg4emid6PBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/aKuYZHN7r9k/s1600-h/DSC_0291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/Rg4emid6PBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/aKuYZHN7r9k/s400/DSC_0291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048005879765023762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(A minha cidade é linda, Grutas da praia da batata!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"És o meu anjo... Ainda hei-de descobrir onde escondes as asas..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745954259536148690-2985975860887707847?l=outroladoceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/feeds/2985975860887707847/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745954259536148690&amp;postID=2985975860887707847' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/2985975860887707847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/2985975860887707847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/2007/03/s-o-meu-anjo.html' title='és o meu anjo.'/><author><name>Inês Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438368540707728420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/Rg4emid6PBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/aKuYZHN7r9k/s72-c/DSC_0291.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745954259536148690.post-602895112732351855</id><published>2007-03-30T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:12:00.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Curi Curi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/Rgz_TSd6PAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/SS9Z32tr2S4/s1600-h/DSC_0103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/Rgz_TSd6PAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/SS9Z32tr2S4/s400/DSC_0103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047689989215370242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;( Foto : República Dominicana, Passagem de ano de 2005/2006, a minha cara ta mt gorda mas pronts, acho q transmite a paz q sentia na altura)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;"Certas noites sozinho, ele pensa nela, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; e certas noites sozinha, ela pensa nele,. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; certas noites, isso acontece ao mesmo tempo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; e eles se relacionam sem saber...&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745954259536148690-602895112732351855?l=outroladoceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/feeds/602895112732351855/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745954259536148690&amp;postID=602895112732351855' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/602895112732351855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/602895112732351855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/2007/03/curi-curi.html' title='Curi Curi'/><author><name>Inês Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438368540707728420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/Rgz_TSd6PAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/SS9Z32tr2S4/s72-c/DSC_0103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745954259536148690.post-2688182685721945014</id><published>2007-03-29T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:12:01.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/Rgt1Xid6O_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/BVPAdsnp9a8/s1600-h/HPIM0561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/Rgt1Xid6O_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/BVPAdsnp9a8/s320/HPIM0561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047256854648470514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Durante tda a minha vida, mtas pessoas passaram por mim, dia após dia...Ms somente algumas dessas pessoas ficarão pra smp na minha memória. Essas pessoas são ditas amigas, estarão para smp no meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;Ás vezes pelo simples facto de se terem cruzado no meu caminho...ás vezes pelo simples facto de terem dito 1 única palavra de conforto quando eu precisei...ás vezes por me terem dado 1 minuto da sua atenção e ouvirem falar das minhas angústias, medos, vitórias,derrotas,... Por terem confiado em mim e me contado também os seus problemas,angústias, medos, vitórias,derrotas.&lt;br /&gt;Isso é ser amigo, é ouvir, é confiar, é amar... E amigos de verdade ficam para sempre...assim como as pegadas na alma que são indestrutíveis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; ...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;  &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745954259536148690-2688182685721945014?l=outroladoceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/feeds/2688182685721945014/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745954259536148690&amp;postID=2688182685721945014' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/2688182685721945014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/2688182685721945014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/2007/03/durante-tda-minha-vida-mtas-pessoas.html' title=''/><author><name>Inês Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438368540707728420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/Rgt1Xid6O_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/BVPAdsnp9a8/s72-c/HPIM0561.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745954259536148690.post-2599102569214930259</id><published>2007-03-28T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:12:01.125-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Esperança'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/RgriTid6O-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/rQ7N-HMnuBQ/s1600-h/DSC02102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/RgriTid6O-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/rQ7N-HMnuBQ/s400/DSC02102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047095157719710690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;" Há lugares no mundo que não são feitos de pedra. Existe uma coisa dentro que eles não podem tocar, nem alcançar: esperança. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3745954259536148690-2599102569214930259?l=outroladoceano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/feeds/2599102569214930259/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3745954259536148690&amp;postID=2599102569214930259' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/2599102569214930259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3745954259536148690/posts/default/2599102569214930259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outroladoceano.blogspot.com/2007/03/h-lugares-no-mundo-que-no-so-feitos-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Inês Sofia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00438368540707728420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mu5F10qnHWo/RgriTid6O-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/rQ7N-HMnuBQ/s72-c/DSC02102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
