<?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-1964646865689648861</id><updated>2012-02-02T19:20:10.723Z</updated><category term='Um poema para mim'/><category term='Mais um poema...'/><category term='Poemas negros...'/><category term='Devaneio numa tentativa poética'/><category term='Ao contrário'/><category term='O sorriso dos papás'/><category term='Vale a pena sofrer'/><category term='alguém disse'/><category term='Poema sugestivo...'/><category term='conto'/><category term='Lições de vida'/><category term='Há dias que se imortalizam nos poemas'/><category term='Os nossos sorrisos'/><category term='Porque podemos transportar sentimentos do passado para o futuro...sem pensar'/><category term='porque quem não nos quer ver?'/><category term='Reflexões'/><category term='Um texto'/><category term='poema janela além'/><category term='Oh não mais um poema triste'/><category term='Vamos dançar na praia...'/><category term='Dedicado a quem adorei um dia...porque os sentimentos também morrem'/><category term='Há sentimentos que se imortalizam nos poemas'/><category term='Homenagem'/><category term='Pensamento de papel'/><category term='Esta tentativa de poema contém as minhas lágrimas'/><category term='Reflexões Pré-Barcelona'/><category term='A nossa casa...'/><category term='Pedido muito importante'/><category term='Princesa...'/><category term='Momentos...'/><title type='text'>Lágrimas e sorrisos</title><subtitle type='html'>Uma alma que às vezes se entristece, e escreve...
Uma alma que às vezes se alegra, e escreve...
Apenas uma alma melancólica que gosta de escrever...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Margarida Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108472543828963174157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-52KNvpvWDvQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDQ/TluGp3T3d1A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964646865689648861.post-6734153640101173548</id><published>2012-01-31T19:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-31T19:50:16.896Z</updated><title type='text'>Paixão que não vivi</title><content type='html'>Deixa-me voltar atrás&lt;br /&gt;Viver a paixão que não vivi&lt;br /&gt;Beijar quem não beijei&lt;br /&gt;E ter aquilo que era "proibido"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh tempo deixa-me ir ali&lt;br /&gt;E viver a loucura que não vivi&lt;br /&gt;Aproveitar a lua daquele barco&lt;br /&gt;E assumir que o que lutava era errado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ventos levai-me para onde me perdi&lt;br /&gt;E deixai-me rasgar a roupa dessa paixão que engoli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero voltar...&lt;br /&gt;Quero soltar-me...&lt;br /&gt;Agarrar o que não agarrei&lt;br /&gt;E esquecer que tinha compromisso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh tempo deixa-me&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me a oportunidade&lt;br /&gt;De viver a paixão...&lt;br /&gt;... a paixão numa ilha paradisíaca...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ventos levai-me de volta&lt;br /&gt;À noite em que as cartas deixaram de ser jogo...&lt;br /&gt;... e passaram a ser alguém!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Infante Dom Henrique 1B, 1100 Lisboa, Portugal</georss:featurename><georss:point>38.706932 -9.1356321</georss:point><georss:box>38.607805 -9.293560600000001 38.806059000000005 -8.9777036</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964646865689648861.post-1842799703766942502</id><published>2012-01-24T20:48:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-24T20:48:35.905Z</updated><title type='text'>Ser sem alma</title><content type='html'>tu não me queres,&lt;br /&gt;Desculpa mas não...&lt;br /&gt;eu estou estragada&lt;br /&gt;Não sou o sorriso que vês todos os dias,&lt;br /&gt;Nem as piadas que trago do quotidiano,&lt;br /&gt;Sou vazia... Sou feita para agradar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso Não...&lt;br /&gt;Tu não me queres.&lt;br /&gt;Apenas queres a ideia de mim,&lt;br /&gt;A imagem que criaste na tua mente,&lt;br /&gt;De uma perfeição que não existe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou apenas uma miragem,&lt;br /&gt;Um ser que construíste na tua mente,&lt;br /&gt;Que trás um sorriso efémero uma vez por dia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso te digo,&lt;br /&gt;Tu não me queres&lt;br /&gt;Estou estragada...&lt;br /&gt;Pois sou apenas uma boneca de porcelana...&lt;br /&gt;Capaz de encantar&lt;br /&gt;Mas incapaz de amar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted by Dreama using BlogPress from my iPad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1964646865689648861-1842799703766942502?l=pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/feeds/1842799703766942502/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1964646865689648861&amp;postID=1842799703766942502' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/1842799703766942502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/1842799703766942502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/2012/01/ser-sem-alma.html' title='Ser sem alma'/><author><name>Margarida Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108472543828963174157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-52KNvpvWDvQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDQ/TluGp3T3d1A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964646865689648861.post-3806619819040868364</id><published>2011-09-30T09:49:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T09:49:55.978+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas negros...'/><title type='text'>Doença silenciosa</title><content type='html'>Consomes-me por dentro,&lt;br /&gt;Sem avisar que vieste.&lt;br /&gt;Destróis-me aos pouquinhos,&lt;br /&gt;E deixas o meu coração aos buraquinhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá fora ninguém vê que chegas-te,&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém vê que para mim é noite,&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém repara que eu já não sou...&lt;br /&gt;...eu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou uma mistura das duas,&lt;br /&gt;As duas faces de uma moeda,&lt;br /&gt;A lágrima e o sorriso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fico presa dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;Retraio emoções&lt;br /&gt;Guardo pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Bloqueio sensações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consomes-me,&lt;br /&gt;Queres travar-me, prender-me, amarrar-me!&lt;br /&gt;Tornas o meu dia insuportável,&lt;br /&gt;Impedes-me de viver...e de sorrir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;És uma presença que me faz sentir terrivelmente só!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2VpMKxrA80/SQt9oVc3_oI/AAAAAAAABiM/9jhwYtjMm-0/s1600/janela.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="198" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E2VpMKxrA80/SQt9oVc3_oI/AAAAAAAABiM/9jhwYtjMm-0/s320/janela.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Serei Deus? Observo, estou presente e dou-lhes livre arbítrio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é essa a imagem que temos d'Ele?!&lt;br /&gt;Se calhar é preciso acreditar... &lt;br /&gt;E eu sou apenas alguém que procura um sentido...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Margarida Alves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Lisboa 12/07/2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1964646865689648861-2773090526986785659?l=pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/feeds/2773090526986785659/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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parou...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;E eu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Eu fiquei ali,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Não sabia nadar, falar, andar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Apenas sentia o meu ser a sufocar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A chuva aumentou,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;E o vento levou,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A única esperança&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Da brisa que alguém soprou...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;E eu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Perdi-me mais uma vez,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Fiquei sem saber para onde ir,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Pois já não sabia sorrir...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;E subitamente!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Pedi um balão para voar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Uma lufada de ar fresco para escapar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Algo que 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height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-52KNvpvWDvQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDQ/TluGp3T3d1A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964646865689648861.post-5336040140504394153</id><published>2011-02-12T20:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-12T20:01:34.930Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Esta tentativa de poema contém as minhas lágrimas'/><title type='text'>Agonia de viver</title><content type='html'>Sinto a garganta a fechar,&lt;br /&gt;A respiração a findar,&lt;br /&gt;A vida a latejar,&lt;br /&gt;E o meu ser a enfraquecer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei que se passa,&lt;br /&gt;Não me apetece sorrir,&lt;br /&gt;Não quero falar,&lt;br /&gt;Muito menos viver...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero gritar!&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de chorar...&lt;br /&gt;Enraivecer-me!&lt;br /&gt;Fugir...&lt;br /&gt;Voar!&lt;br /&gt;Desaparecer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou perdida no Caminho,&lt;br /&gt;Deixada na Estrada,&lt;br /&gt;E tudo à volta me chateia,&lt;br /&gt;Estou farta desta Fachada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto a minha vida a passar,&lt;br /&gt;E eu nela a nadar...&lt;br /&gt;Sinto que vou Sufocar!&lt;br /&gt;E esquecida ficar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois já nem um poema consigo acabar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1964646865689648861-5336040140504394153?l=pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/feeds/5336040140504394153/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1964646865689648861&amp;postID=5336040140504394153' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/5336040140504394153'/><link 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outra...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em menos de um minuto começa a tempestade,&lt;br /&gt;As lágrimas sucedem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos4.hi5.com/0083/647/519/OyoaWc647519-02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://photos4.hi5.com/0083/647/519/OyoaWc647519-02.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Os soluços começam&lt;br /&gt;Lentamente os berros emergem&lt;br /&gt;E assim faz chover uma pessoa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas que não param&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas que não me largam&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas que me sufocam&lt;br /&gt;Que desesperam com o meu ser!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh quem me dera!&lt;br /&gt;Quem me dera conseguir sorrir&lt;br /&gt;Não desanimar a cada derrota&lt;br /&gt;Não fraquejar no meio do caminho&lt;br /&gt;Não invejar as outras conquistas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh quem me dera!&lt;br /&gt;Quem me dera que parasse de chover,&lt;br /&gt;Ver o sol lá fora e correr,&lt;br /&gt;Correr para o meu sonho&lt;br /&gt;Saber como alcança-lo&lt;br /&gt;E tempestades deixar de fazer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1964646865689648861-8251952439396035541?l=pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/feeds/8251952439396035541/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1964646865689648861&amp;postID=8251952439396035541' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/8251952439396035541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/8251952439396035541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/2010/09/nao-vou-nao-fico-sufoco.html' title='Não vou, não fico... sufoco'/><author><name>Margarida Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108472543828963174157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-52KNvpvWDvQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDQ/TluGp3T3d1A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964646865689648861.post-5062832806573343373</id><published>2010-06-24T18:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T18:27:45.812+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas negros...'/><title type='text'>Amor doentio</title><content type='html'>Não me ames,&lt;br /&gt;Que sou auto-destrutiva...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me ames,&lt;br /&gt;Que não tenho alma,&lt;br /&gt;O meu amor é doentio,&lt;br /&gt;E o meu ciúme tardio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me ames,&lt;br /&gt;Que o amor comigo é negro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me ames,&lt;br /&gt;Que deprimo,&lt;br /&gt;Que choro dias afim&lt;br /&gt;E vejo problemas sem fim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me ames,&lt;br /&gt;Que sou louca...&lt;br /&gt;Vingativa,&lt;br /&gt;Violenta,&lt;br /&gt;E desatenta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me ames,&lt;br /&gt;Que me entrego a ti,&lt;br /&gt;Como se nunca me visse a mim,&lt;br /&gt;E o teu amor&lt;br /&gt;Será do que viverei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me ames,&lt;br /&gt;Porque amar eu nunca amei,&lt;br /&gt;Não conheço o amor&lt;br /&gt;Nem a liberdade juntos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me ames,&lt;br /&gt;Porque sentirás saudade,&lt;br /&gt;Da louca por quem te apaixonas-te&lt;br /&gt;E um dia amas-te.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso não me ames...Peço-te por favor... deixa-me viver sem o teu amor!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1964646865689648861-5062832806573343373?l=pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/feeds/5062832806573343373/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1964646865689648861&amp;postID=5062832806573343373' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/5062832806573343373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/5062832806573343373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/2010/06/amor-doentio.html' title='Amor doentio'/><author><name>Margarida Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108472543828963174157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-52KNvpvWDvQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDQ/TluGp3T3d1A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964646865689648861.post-2435932484762532494</id><published>2010-05-10T16:41:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T16:41:18.385+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momentos...'/><title type='text'>O que foi???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4a4533; font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica, Times, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal;"&gt;Foi o olhar...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Sim, foi o olhar que me cativou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Aquele momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Em que os teus olhos tocaram os meus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Num toque tão profundo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Que me deixou a alma nua...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Mas também...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Foi o sorriso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Sim, foi o sorriso que me enfeitiçou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Aquele instante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Em que teus lábios se abriram como cortinas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Numa luz tão cintilante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Que me fez sorrir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Se calhar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Foi o toque...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Sim, foi o toque que me cativou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Aquele encontro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Em que a tua mão tocou a minha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Numa suavidade tão arrepiante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Que me fez desejar-te...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Mas afinal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Foste tu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Sim, foste tu que me enamoras-te...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Aquela junção perfeita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;De qualidades e parvoíce,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Numa doçura tão intensa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Que me fez adorar-te...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1964646865689648861-2435932484762532494?l=pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/feeds/2435932484762532494/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1964646865689648861&amp;postID=2435932484762532494' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/2435932484762532494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/2435932484762532494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/2010/05/o-que-foi.html' title='O que foi???'/><author><name>Margarida Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108472543828963174157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-52KNvpvWDvQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDQ/TluGp3T3d1A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964646865689648861.post-2698476909041696954</id><published>2010-04-07T09:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T09:29:43.278+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oh não mais um poema triste'/><title type='text'>Porquês, sem porque</title><content type='html'>Porque ainda acordo angústiada,&lt;br /&gt;Quando sonho contigo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque ainda me sinto nervosa,&lt;br /&gt;Quando passas por mim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque é que ainda me sinto enciumada,&lt;br /&gt;Quando falas com ela?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se me eliminas-te da tua vida...&lt;br /&gt;Porque não te consigo tirar de meu coração?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se me esqueces-te numa rua perdida....&lt;br /&gt;Porque suspiro ao ver-te na multidão?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se não me queres de volta...&lt;br /&gt;Porque é que a minha alma deprime?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não entendo...&lt;br /&gt;Como ainda mexes comigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não entendo...&lt;br /&gt;Como ainda sinto por ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se tu já te esqueces-te de mim...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1964646865689648861-2698476909041696954?l=pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/feeds/2698476909041696954/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1964646865689648861&amp;postID=2698476909041696954' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/2698476909041696954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/2698476909041696954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/2010/04/porques-sem-porque.html' title='Porquês, sem porque'/><author><name>Margarida Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108472543828963174157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-52KNvpvWDvQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDQ/TluGp3T3d1A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964646865689648861.post-4493161377012677993</id><published>2010-03-30T13:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T13:58:53.334+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vale a pena sofrer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='porque quem não nos quer ver?'/><title type='text'>Sufoco...</title><content type='html'>Não quero mais...&lt;br /&gt;...ouvir falar de ti,&lt;br /&gt;Não quero mais...&lt;br /&gt;...chorar a tua ausência,&lt;br /&gt;Não quero mais....&lt;br /&gt;...sonhar contigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero mais&lt;br /&gt;Viver amargurada&lt;br /&gt;Por uma ferida não sarada&lt;br /&gt;Que me deixa a alma angustiada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero mais&lt;br /&gt;Desejar um beijo teu,&lt;br /&gt;Dar-te o coração que é meu,&lt;br /&gt;Adorar-te com o meu eu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero mais&lt;br /&gt;As minhas lágrimas derramar,&lt;br /&gt;Contemplar-te ao ver-te passar,&lt;br /&gt;Sonhar que me venhas abraçar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero mais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se não me adoras,&lt;br /&gt;Não me queres,&lt;br /&gt;Não me desejas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então eu não quero mais&lt;br /&gt;Ser aquela que tem saudades tuas,&lt;br /&gt;Que quer voltar a estar contigo,&lt;br /&gt;Que gosta de ti,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/S7H1BmZAiwI/AAAAAAAAA-4/U40Et_MdFvU/s1600/DSC06323.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/S7H1BmZAiwI/AAAAAAAAA-4/U40Et_MdFvU/s320/DSC06323.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mesmo quando não te importas comigo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1964646865689648861-4493161377012677993?l=pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/feeds/4493161377012677993/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1964646865689648861&amp;postID=4493161377012677993' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/4493161377012677993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/4493161377012677993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/2010/03/sufoco.html' title='Sufoco...'/><author><name>Margarida Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108472543828963174157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-52KNvpvWDvQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDQ/TluGp3T3d1A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/S7H1BmZAiwI/AAAAAAAAA-4/U40Et_MdFvU/s72-c/DSC06323.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964646865689648861.post-6958717434252186245</id><published>2010-03-24T19:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-24T19:44:15.263Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vamos dançar na praia...'/><title type='text'>Para ti...</title><content type='html'>Vamos pisar juntos a areia da praia,&lt;br /&gt;Largar os sapatos&lt;br /&gt;E beijar-nos numa duna...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos sentir a água,&lt;br /&gt;Rebolar por entre as ondas,&lt;br /&gt;Fazer amor ao pôr do sol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos dançar,&lt;br /&gt;Fazer do som das ondas&lt;br /&gt;A nossa música...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos deixar os problemas&lt;br /&gt;Voarem com o vento&lt;br /&gt;E largar todo o tormento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos deixar que o mar,&lt;br /&gt;Nos limpe a alma&lt;br /&gt;Com toda a sua calma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos deixar que o que sentimos,&lt;br /&gt;Se transmita nesta dança&lt;br /&gt;Que ao som do mar balança...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos deixar os sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;E beijar-nos como nos dias risonhos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1964646865689648861-6958717434252186245?l=pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/feeds/6958717434252186245/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1964646865689648861&amp;postID=6958717434252186245' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/6958717434252186245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/6958717434252186245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/2010/03/para-ti.html' title='Para ti...'/><author><name>Margarida Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108472543828963174157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-52KNvpvWDvQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDQ/TluGp3T3d1A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964646865689648861.post-6612581198730317213</id><published>2010-03-24T09:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-24T09:38:34.809Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devaneio numa tentativa poética'/><title type='text'>Foi... Não poderá ainda ser?</title><content type='html'>Foi no princípio das lágrimas,&lt;br /&gt;No final dos sorrisos...&lt;br /&gt;Foi no princípio das dúvidas,&lt;br /&gt;No final dos beijos...&lt;br /&gt;Nada esperava tão triste adeus,&lt;br /&gt;Nada previa tão fatal pergunta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi quando eu era tua,&lt;br /&gt;E pedia que fosses meu&lt;br /&gt;Que dentro de um gesto teu&lt;br /&gt;Se abateu o meu céu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É quando sonho contigo&lt;br /&gt;E parece que estás comigo&lt;br /&gt;Que mais triste o meu dia se pinta&lt;br /&gt;E a tristeza me atormenta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É quando a chuva se abateu sobre a terra,&lt;br /&gt;E ela deixou de absorver a água&lt;br /&gt;Que dentro de mim surge uma grande mágoa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi já não é,&lt;br /&gt;Mas a ferida que passou ao é&lt;br /&gt;Quer retroceder ao ser &lt;br /&gt;Porque no fundo na tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Este é o meu viver...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1964646865689648861-6612581198730317213?l=pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/feeds/6612581198730317213/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1964646865689648861&amp;postID=6612581198730317213' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/6612581198730317213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/6612581198730317213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/2010/03/foi-nao-podera-ainda-ser.html' title='Foi... Não poderá ainda ser?'/><author><name>Margarida Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108472543828963174157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-52KNvpvWDvQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDQ/TluGp3T3d1A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964646865689648861.post-5581387569799910730</id><published>2010-03-19T21:14:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-03-19T21:17:50.501Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devaneio numa tentativa poética'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momentos...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Esta tentativa de poema contém as minhas lágrimas'/><title type='text'>Em algumas palavras...</title><content type='html'>Olhei-te&lt;br /&gt;Desejei-te&lt;br /&gt;Resisti&lt;br /&gt;Investi&lt;br /&gt;Quis-te&lt;br /&gt;Beijei-te&lt;br /&gt;Sorri&lt;br /&gt;Adorei&lt;br /&gt;Adorei-te&lt;br /&gt;Tive-te&lt;br /&gt;Errei&lt;br /&gt;Tentei&lt;br /&gt;Fugis-te&lt;br /&gt;Perdi-te&lt;br /&gt;Entristeci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mas não te esqueci...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/S6Pp2DtaxKI/AAAAAAAAA-k/cp8hv8SxECQ/s1600-h/DSC04924.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/S6Pp2DtaxKI/AAAAAAAAA-k/cp8hv8SxECQ/s320/DSC04924.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1964646865689648861-5581387569799910730?l=pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/feeds/5581387569799910730/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1964646865689648861&amp;postID=5581387569799910730' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/5581387569799910730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/5581387569799910730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/2010/03/em-algumas-palavras.html' title='Em algumas palavras...'/><author><name>Margarida Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108472543828963174157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-52KNvpvWDvQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDQ/TluGp3T3d1A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/S6Pp2DtaxKI/AAAAAAAAA-k/cp8hv8SxECQ/s72-c/DSC04924.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964646865689648861.post-733466811735152334</id><published>2010-03-16T17:43:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-03-16T17:44:09.343Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamento de papel'/><title type='text'>Onde guardo sentimentos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Na ponta do meu lápis,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Deixo os meus pensamentos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Na minha almofada,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ficam os meus lamentos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Na minha cabeça,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Os meus alentos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Na minha vida,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Os meus sentimentos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;E nos meus sonhos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;O que fica?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Os nossos longos beijos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Os momentos intensos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/S5_BktyCm7I/AAAAAAAAA9c/QB51AhMJ3-c/s1600-h/14012010043.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/S5_BktyCm7I/AAAAAAAAA9c/QB51AhMJ3-c/s200/14012010043.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Os tórridos desejos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E todos os momentos..&lt;br /&gt;Felizes, arrebatadores e tensos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1964646865689648861-733466811735152334?l=pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/feeds/733466811735152334/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1964646865689648861&amp;postID=733466811735152334' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/733466811735152334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/733466811735152334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/2010/03/onde-guardo-sentimentos.html' title='Onde guardo sentimentos...'/><author><name>Margarida Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108472543828963174157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-52KNvpvWDvQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDQ/TluGp3T3d1A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/S5_BktyCm7I/AAAAAAAAA9c/QB51AhMJ3-c/s72-c/14012010043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964646865689648861.post-5253919911217779429</id><published>2010-03-14T12:22:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-03-14T12:23:27.030Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamento de papel'/><title type='text'>Há quase um ano... 24 de Maio de 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3yd_k8Q5zMg/Sh_8bP-0m9I/AAAAAAAAEfk/oOtSN-p48Z4/s1600/Dreama.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3yd_k8Q5zMg/Sh_8bP-0m9I/AAAAAAAAEfk/oOtSN-p48Z4/s320/Dreama.bmp" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Muitos dos poemas que publico neste blog, fazem parte de um livro que foi editado há quase um ano... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;O livro já está disponível em algumas FNACs do país, Bertrands e no site &lt;a href="https://www.livrosnet.com/?op=pesquisa&amp;amp;pesquisa=quando+for+sol+quero+ser+lua&amp;amp;t=1"&gt;Buknet&lt;/a&gt;, por isso se quiserem levar pedacinhos do blog e pedacinhos dos meus papeis para casa já sabem! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;Porque este é o meu VERDADEIRO pensamento em papel que papel que "fugiu" para o mundo! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Porque os sonhos se tornam realidade quando lutamos por eles!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1964646865689648861-5253919911217779429?l=pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/feeds/5253919911217779429/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1964646865689648861&amp;postID=5253919911217779429' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/5253919911217779429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/5253919911217779429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/2010/03/ha-quase-um-ano-24-de-maio-de-2009.html' title='Há quase um ano... 24 de Maio de 2009'/><author><name>Margarida Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108472543828963174157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-52KNvpvWDvQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDQ/TluGp3T3d1A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3yd_k8Q5zMg/Sh_8bP-0m9I/AAAAAAAAEfk/oOtSN-p48Z4/s72-c/Dreama.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964646865689648861.post-8584639466163206522</id><published>2010-03-11T11:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-11T11:51:40.475Z</updated><title type='text'>Só esta noite...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #444444; font: 8.5px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Fica comigo esta noite,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font: 8.5px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Deixa&amp;nbsp;que a lua seja nossa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font: 8.5px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E vamos dançar nas estrelas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font: 8.5px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font: 8.5px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Fica comigo esta noite,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font: 8.5px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E esquece tudo para trás,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font: 8.5px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Vamos ficar assim...perdidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font: 8.5px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Neste mar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font: 8.5px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font: 8.5px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Fica comigo esta noite,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font: 8.5px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sem pensar no amanhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font: 8.5px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Perdidos na tranquilidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font: 8.5px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sem sentir a saudade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font: 8.5px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font: 8.5px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Esta noite pode ser só nossa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font: 8.5px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E os suspiros ditos em segredo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font: 8.5px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Revelarão nossos medos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font: 8.5px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font: 8.5px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Fica comigo esta noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font: 8.5px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E não deixes que a culpa de amanhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font: 8.5px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Se transforme num medo do futuro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font: 8.5px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font: 8.5px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Anda, foge comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font: 8.5px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Vamos para longe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font: 8.5px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E&amp;nbsp;levamos o este luar connosco...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font: 8.5px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font: 8.5px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Apenas ele é testemunho deste devaneio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font: 8.5px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Desta luta pela consciência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font: 8.5px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Deste perto e ausência...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font: 8.5px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font: 8.5px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Anda,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font: 8.5px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Vamos fugir os dois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font: 8.5px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Para que possamos ser os donos do mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font: 8.5px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tu do teu... eu do meu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font: 8.5px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sem porquês nem não seis...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font: 8.5px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font: 8.5px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Deixa a noite apoderar-se de nós...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font: 8.5px Verdana; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Que com ela nunca estaremos sós...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;E no fundo de meu coração,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Quis que os teus olhos fossem meus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Quando os meus lábios tocaram os teus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Eu voei até à lua,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Dancei com as estrelas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Fiquei com a alma nua...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Quando as tuas mãos tocaram as minhas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;O meu coração sorriu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;O tempo parou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;E a minha vida no momento ficou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Quando o meu corpo sentiu o teu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Encontrou a plenitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Esqueceu o amanhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;E para sempre quis viver no hoje...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Quando a minha vida cruzou a tua,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Passou a ser uma explosão de sentimentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Sorrisos e beijos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;carícias e delícias em&amp;nbsp;todos os momentos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Que hoje guardo nas rimas de um poema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Nas entrelinhas de um dilema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;No silêncio da minha rima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;No coração da minha alma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1964646865689648861-3875341653083499364?l=pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/feeds/3875341653083499364/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1964646865689648861&amp;postID=3875341653083499364' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema sugestivo...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Deixa-me entrar na tua lua,&lt;br /&gt;Ser a tua estrela&lt;br /&gt;Na estrada do amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me conduzir-te ao prazer,&lt;br /&gt;À fantasia, e à plenitude&lt;br /&gt;Numa noite de calor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me despir a tua roupa,&lt;br /&gt;Encontrar o teu corpo,&lt;br /&gt;E colá-lo junto ao meu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me levar-te os fantasmas,&lt;br /&gt;Amar-te a alma&lt;br /&gt;E mostrar-te o caminho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me ser-te e possuir-te,&lt;br /&gt;Amar-te e fazer-te feliz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me levar-te as coisas más,&lt;br /&gt;E ajudar-te a encontrar a paz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me acordar amanhã a teu lado,&lt;br /&gt;E tudo mau ficar para trás...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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com o impossivel...&lt;br /&gt;E o beijo que desejo,&lt;br /&gt;Está cada vez mais inconsebível...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já não vaguei-o,&lt;br /&gt;Já não choro,&lt;br /&gt;Mas no meu devaneio&lt;br /&gt;Também sofro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por quem suspiro,&lt;br /&gt;Já não rio,&lt;br /&gt;Mas na minha alma&lt;br /&gt;Já não há calma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que dizer?&lt;br /&gt;Quando sonho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que fazer?&lt;br /&gt;Quando o que sinto é sincero...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que escrever?&lt;br /&gt;Quando és tudo o que mais quero...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1964646865689648861-1596827827870310621?l=pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/feeds/1596827827870310621/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-52KNvpvWDvQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDQ/TluGp3T3d1A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964646865689648861.post-2149576200648566372</id><published>2010-02-23T18:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-02-23T18:41:14.483Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devaneio numa tentativa poética'/><title type='text'>Nem hoje... nem ontem... amanhã</title><content type='html'>Perdoem-me&amp;nbsp;mas hoje não vou sorrir,&lt;br /&gt;Porque para sorrir preciso de te ouvir,&lt;br /&gt;De te beijar... abraçar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdoem-me&amp;nbsp;mas hoje não vou sorrir,&lt;br /&gt;Porque o sorriso vem da alma,&lt;br /&gt;E a minha alma não se acalma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdoem-me mas hoje não vou sorrir,&lt;br /&gt;Porque o sorriso vem da alegria,&lt;br /&gt;E eu não consigo sair da agonia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedoem-me mas hoje não vou sorrir,&lt;br /&gt;Porque o riso vem do sonho,&lt;br /&gt;E o sonho foi tristonho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdoem-me mas hoje não vou sorrir,&lt;br /&gt;Nem hoje, nem ontem, &lt;br /&gt;E amanhã?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Talvés...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1964646865689648861-2149576200648566372?l=pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/feeds/2149576200648566372/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1964646865689648861&amp;postID=2149576200648566372' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/2149576200648566372'/><link rel='self' 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type='html'>Partis-te,&lt;br /&gt;Fugis-te,&lt;br /&gt;Desapareces-te...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi como se te tivesses evaporado,&lt;br /&gt;Te tivesses apagado,&lt;br /&gt;Me tivesses esquecido...&lt;br /&gt;...e fugido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partis-te,&lt;br /&gt;Escondeste-te,&lt;br /&gt;Cortas-te ligações...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorei mares e oceanos,&lt;br /&gt;Busquei por montes e vales,&lt;br /&gt;Perdi-me nos fantasmas do passado,&lt;br /&gt;Não vi o enamorado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E&amp;nbsp;tu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuaste perdido&lt;br /&gt;Tu disses-te adeus,&lt;br /&gt;Num momento rendido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E sem aviso e porquê...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixas-te a incerteza&lt;br /&gt;De uma única certeza...&lt;br /&gt;Que eu quero acreditar,&lt;br /&gt;Que consigo mudar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964646865689648861.post-3667305254564753895</id><published>2009-06-11T17:42:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T17:48:32.164+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devaneio numa tentativa poética'/><title type='text'>dança comigo</title><content type='html'>dança comigo esta noite,&lt;br /&gt;deixa que o mundo seja nosso,&lt;br /&gt;leva-me às estrelas&lt;br /&gt;beija-me na lua&lt;br /&gt;Faz de mim tua...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dança comigo esta noite,&lt;br /&gt;Deixa que o instinto nos leve,&lt;br /&gt;a paixão nos tome,&lt;br /&gt;neste sentimento que nos engole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dança comigo esta noite,&lt;br /&gt;foge comigo,&lt;br /&gt;salva-me de mim mesma&lt;br /&gt;desta vida de lesma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dança comigo esta noite&lt;br /&gt;que o tempo escassa&lt;br /&gt;E para sempre passa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try 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Comentário sobre o que penso...</title><content type='html'>Não voltarei mais onde cresci intelectualmente, mas saberei sempre onde aprendi a ser jornalista&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1964646865689648861-180144634342313323?l=pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/feeds/180144634342313323/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1964646865689648861&amp;postID=180144634342313323' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/180144634342313323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/180144634342313323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/2009/06/breve-comentario-sobre-o-que-penso.html' title='Breve Comentário sobre o que penso...'/><author><name>Margarida Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108472543828963174157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-52KNvpvWDvQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDQ/TluGp3T3d1A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964646865689648861.post-5267381365153864894</id><published>2009-06-07T11:33:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T11:42:45.501+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devaneio numa tentativa poética'/><title type='text'>Inocências</title><content type='html'>E na inocência de um ser,&lt;br /&gt;Veio uma conversa&lt;br /&gt;Um conhecer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um sorriso elogiado&lt;br /&gt;Um segredo contado&lt;br /&gt;Um momento partilhado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E na inocência de um ser,&lt;br /&gt;Os dois se fizeram prometer&lt;br /&gt;Não volta a acontecer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo roubado,&lt;br /&gt;Um compromisso assassinado,&lt;br /&gt;Um mundo atrapalhado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E na inocência de um ser,&lt;br /&gt;Uma atracção acabou a viver&lt;br /&gt;Uma carta acabou por desaparecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao mar foi deitada,&lt;br /&gt;A conversa terminada,&lt;br /&gt;A noite acabada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E na inocência de um ser,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo acabou por acontecer&lt;br /&gt;E agora resta esquecer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/SiuZayxtWSI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/MEKpAWK1xGY/s1600-h/1933198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" 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poema...'/><title type='text'>Repentinamente...ou...lentamente...</title><content type='html'>E de repente&lt;br /&gt;As noites ficaram dias&lt;br /&gt;As tristezas alegrias&lt;br /&gt;As solidões em orgias...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu já não emergia&lt;br /&gt;Já não entristecía,&lt;br /&gt;Já não escondia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Encanto voltou ao seu pranto,&lt;br /&gt;O Amor aos seu recanto&lt;br /&gt;E a luz ao meu canto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rima que escrevia era pobre,&lt;br /&gt;A que escreverei será mais pobre,&lt;br /&gt;Porque do meu canto nobre,&lt;br /&gt;As palavras são de cobre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E de repente&lt;br /&gt;A luz em minha mente&lt;br /&gt;Voltou a ter um silêncio demente&lt;br /&gt;E a rima contente&lt;br /&gt;Passou a latente!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1964646865689648861-4094165377983586632?l=pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com' alt='' 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height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-52KNvpvWDvQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDQ/TluGp3T3d1A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964646865689648861.post-4220508637628996002</id><published>2009-02-03T11:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-02-03T11:30:22.412Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conto'/><title type='text'>A curiosidade de uma fada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Anita é uma rapariga de 19 anos, que apesar da sua  idade continuava a acreditar em fadas. Para ela, as fadas existem e podem ser  vistas pelas crianças, pois a inocência delas faz com que acreditem naquilo, a  que os adultos chamam fantasia.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Um dia, enquanto se dirigia para o jardim,  perto da sua escola, a fim de fumar uma ganza com os amigos. Algo pequeno, por  detrás da folhagem, lhe chamou a atenção...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A princípio não ligou, mas como o pequeno ser  continuava a olhar para ela, ela começou a dirigir-se, pé ante pé, a  ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;E teria conseguido alcança-lo,  não fosse o seu amigo João a ter chamado.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;- “Tão, onde é que ias?” –  perguntou ao ver que ela ia para um lado oposto ao qual tinham  combinado&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;- “Nada, pareceu-me ver algo. Mas não interessa.  Vamos?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;- “Ya, bora!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Os dois dirigiram-se para a parte mais  reservada do jardim, e começaram a fazer a ganza...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;- “Acreditas  em fadas?” – perguntou Anita enquanto queimava a pedra, para a juntar ao cavaco,  que já estava em cima da mortalha.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;- “Não. Só acredito naquilo que  vejo, e como nunca vi nenhuma. E tu?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;- “Eu acredito, o meu sonho  era ver uma. Gostava de as observar nas suas casinhas em forma de cogumelo...”-  respondeu com um ar sonhador, enquanto acendia a ganza já feita.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;- “És,  mas é maluca!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Após,  fumarem a ganza, seguiu-se o período de sentir os seus efeitos, onde os dois  cantaram, dançaram e se riram.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Enquanto estavam nisto, a pequena criatura  continuava a observa-los, e a pensar o porquê de o fazerem e qual seria a  sensação.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A sua vontade era ir ao pé  deles e perguntar-lhes qual era a sensação, mas não podia, pois, ela só podia  aparecer a quem acreditasse na sua existência, e como o João não acreditava ela  não podia aparecer.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ficou,  então, a observa-los de longe, esperando que o João deixasse Anita sozinha. E  para sua sorte João foi-se embora mais cedo deixando Anita sozinha no  jardim.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Aproximou-se devagarinho  para não a assustar, e quando Anita a viu ficou perplexa, a princípio ainda  pensou que fosse um sonho, mas depois lembrou-se que estava acordada. E com a  voz trémula perguntou:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;- “Quem és tu? E de onde é que  vens?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;- “Sou uma fada e venho do reino da  fantasia.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;- “Que fazes aqui?” – perguntou ainda esfregando os  olhos, para se certificar que estava acordada.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;- “ Venho  mostrar-te que se acreditares muito numa coisa, essa coisa acaba por se  realizar.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Anita sorriu.  Queria fazer-lhe muitas perguntas, mas limitou-se a toca-la, assim, mesmo que  fosse um sonho saberia qual seria a sensação.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- “Mas tenho que te fazer uma pergunta.” –  disse, então a fada&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;- “Todas as que te possa responder!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;- “Qual é a  sensação de fumares aquilo, a que vocês chamam ganza"&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;- “Epa, é uma sensação  de leveza, sentes-te bem sem nenhum problema e só queres é estar na tua a  curtir.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;- “Só mais uma pergunta, porque é que o  fazes?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;- “Porque me sinto bem.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;- “Será que eu podia  experimentar?” – perguntou a fada&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;- “Tens mesmo a certeza? Não te irá  fazer mal? É que o teu organismo é diferente do meu.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;- “Penso que não.  Se eu não fico doente com as coisas que tu ficas, isto também não me irá fazer  mal!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;- “ Está bem. Vou faze-la!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Anita começou a faze-la. Enquanto isso, elas  falaram de variadíssimas coisas, sobre as diferenças da vida das fadas com as  dos humanos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Chegou, a hora de a  fada experimentar a sua primeira ganza, mal deu o seu primeiro bafo começou a  tossir sem parar, Anita bateu-lhe nas suas pequenas costas. E quando parou de  tossir, Anita explicou-lhe como é que se levava o fumo a baixo.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Quando os seus efeitos começaram a sentir-se,  a fada começou a ficar cada vez mais brilhante e a deitar pequenos brilhantes  para cima da relva, em seguida começou a rir sem parar. Anita olhava-a  perplexa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Em breve os  efeitos começaram a passar, a fada começou a voltar ao seu estado natural e  quando voltou a si, apercebeu-se que apesar de se sentir bem quando os efeitos  duravam, quando passavam tudo voltava ao normal e tudo aquilo não passava de uma  futilidade.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;E apesar de a sua  curiosidade ter sido satisfeita, ficou uma nova pergunta no ar:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;“ Porquê  fugir aos problemas durante uns momentos, se depois tudo volta ao normal e temos  que os resolver?” &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1964646865689648861-4220508637628996002?l=pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/feeds/4220508637628996002/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1964646865689648861&amp;postID=4220508637628996002' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/4220508637628996002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/4220508637628996002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/2009/02/curiosidade-de-uma-fada.html' title='A curiosidade de uma fada'/><author><name>Margarida Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108472543828963174157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-52KNvpvWDvQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDQ/TluGp3T3d1A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964646865689648861.post-8748395044153915876</id><published>2009-01-15T22:08:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-15T22:14:38.489Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oh não mais um poema triste'/><title type='text'>Sem título mas com tristeza</title><content type='html'>Trevas da noite&lt;br /&gt;Que vos apoderais de minha alma,&lt;br /&gt;Largai meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;E devolvei-me a alegria...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escuridão da trsiteza&lt;br /&gt;Desfaz-te da minha alma,&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me respirar e voltar a ver a cor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero verter&lt;br /&gt;o néctar da tristeza,&lt;br /&gt;Não quero sentir&lt;br /&gt;o sal no meu rosto,&lt;br /&gt;Não quero inchar&lt;br /&gt;meus olhos,&lt;br /&gt;Nem muito menos&lt;br /&gt;pintá-los de vermelho de terror...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque o amor&lt;br /&gt;Não tem que ser dor...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/SW-1IuzlCmI/AAAAAAAAAyw/OFywWAqEjnc/s1600-h/black+rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/SW-1IuzlCmI/AAAAAAAAAyw/OFywWAqEjnc/s320/black+rose.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291647248791571042" 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/1964646865689648861-8748395044153915876?l=pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/feeds/8748395044153915876/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1964646865689648861&amp;postID=8748395044153915876' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/8748395044153915876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/8748395044153915876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/2009/01/sem-ttulo-mas-com-tristeza.html' title='Sem título mas com tristeza'/><author><name>Margarida Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108472543828963174157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-52KNvpvWDvQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDQ/TluGp3T3d1A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/SW-1IuzlCmI/AAAAAAAAAyw/OFywWAqEjnc/s72-c/black+rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964646865689648861.post-6904347283844434758</id><published>2008-08-26T21:54:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T22:02:02.927+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lições de vida'/><title type='text'></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/_rdY3PUTFzqI/SLRu7eGZc6I/AAAAAAAAAfM/t2eVUW2SLnY/s1600-h/LF1_3295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/SLRu7eGZc6I/AAAAAAAAAfM/t2eVUW2SLnY/s320/LF1_3295.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238934234509964194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto retirada &lt;a href="http://desenhar-com-luz.blogspot.com/"&gt;daqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Se os outros são capazes, eu também sou, não sou menos que eles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1964646865689648861-6904347283844434758?l=pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/feeds/6904347283844434758/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1964646865689648861&amp;postID=6904347283844434758' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/6904347283844434758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/6904347283844434758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/2008/08/foto-retirada-daqui-se-os-outros-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Margarida Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108472543828963174157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-52KNvpvWDvQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDQ/TluGp3T3d1A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/SLRu7eGZc6I/AAAAAAAAAfM/t2eVUW2SLnY/s72-c/LF1_3295.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964646865689648861.post-2831141563124331178</id><published>2008-08-25T18:29:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T18:40:23.865+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões Pré-Barcelona'/><title type='text'></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/_rdY3PUTFzqI/SLLtjhrKMBI/AAAAAAAAAes/y153jMMJPhU/s1600-h/DSC_1769.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/SLLtjhrKMBI/AAAAAAAAAes/y153jMMJPhU/s400/DSC_1769.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238510511175905298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;foto retirada &lt;a href="http://desenhar-com-luz.blogspot.com"&gt;daqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Às saudades que já sinto... que irei sentir... e que trarei quando chegar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1964646865689648861-2831141563124331178?l=pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/feeds/2831141563124331178/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1964646865689648861&amp;postID=2831141563124331178' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/2831141563124331178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/2831141563124331178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/2008/08/foto-retirada-daqui-s-saudades-que-j.html' title=''/><author><name>Margarida Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108472543828963174157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-52KNvpvWDvQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDQ/TluGp3T3d1A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/SLLtjhrKMBI/AAAAAAAAAes/y153jMMJPhU/s72-c/DSC_1769.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964646865689648861.post-6743857690625608930</id><published>2008-08-04T11:58:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T11:59:40.231+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alguém disse'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;In perfect love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;and perfect truth...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;...Blessed be you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1964646865689648861-6743857690625608930?l=pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/feeds/6743857690625608930/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1964646865689648861&amp;postID=6743857690625608930' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/6743857690625608930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/6743857690625608930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-perfect-love-and-perfect-truth.html' title=''/><author><name>Margarida Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108472543828963174157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-52KNvpvWDvQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDQ/TluGp3T3d1A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964646865689648861.post-8209207707014593810</id><published>2008-07-27T11:40:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T11:46:33.168+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dedicado a quem adorei um dia...porque os sentimentos também morrem'/><title type='text'>Um poema dos tempos do secundário</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;É difícil dizer adeus&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Quando se quer ficar...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;É difícil esquecer alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Quando não se quer esquecer essa pessoa...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;É difícil deixar alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;De quem gostamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sabendo que ainda precisamos dessa pessoa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;É difícil passar por ti &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;E ter que fingir que não te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; conheço.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pois ainda preciso de ti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;E sempre precisarei,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Foste a pessoa mais especial que apareceu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;na minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Foste um grande amigo,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Companheiro...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Conselheiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nunca me deixas-te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; desamparada&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nunca me viras-te as costas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mas nunca se cheguei a descobrir se &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;eras um bom cozinheiro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Estives-te sempre lá...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Obrigado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jamais esquecerei o que fizes-te por mim!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/SIxRbciv6pI/AAAAAAAAAdM/e7q60fqsEkM/s1600-h/rosinha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/SIxRbciv6pI/AAAAAAAAAdM/e7q60fqsEkM/s320/rosinha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227642799430560402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:16;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Sempre que precisares estarei aqui.&lt;/span&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/1964646865689648861-8209207707014593810?l=pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/feeds/8209207707014593810/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1964646865689648861&amp;postID=8209207707014593810' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/8209207707014593810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/8209207707014593810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/2008/07/um-poema-dos-tempos-do-secundrio.html' title='Um poema dos tempos do secundário'/><author><name>Margarida Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108472543828963174157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-52KNvpvWDvQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDQ/TluGp3T3d1A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/SIxRbciv6pI/AAAAAAAAAdM/e7q60fqsEkM/s72-c/rosinha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964646865689648861.post-2619525118717948562</id><published>2008-07-25T18:31:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T18:36:45.282+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alguém disse'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...e uma asa voa a cada beijo teu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                               ...esta noite sou dono do céu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/SIoOu_vKhLI/AAAAAAAAAdE/gw5HIW_8-m8/s1600-h/254899.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/SIoOu_vKhLI/AAAAAAAAAdE/gw5HIW_8-m8/s320/254899.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227006518062908594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1964646865689648861-2619525118717948562?l=pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/feeds/2619525118717948562/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1964646865689648861&amp;postID=2619525118717948562' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/2619525118717948562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/2619525118717948562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Margarida Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108472543828963174157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-52KNvpvWDvQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDQ/TluGp3T3d1A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/SIoOu_vKhLI/AAAAAAAAAdE/gw5HIW_8-m8/s72-c/254899.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964646865689648861.post-4015751947345793503</id><published>2008-07-21T18:43:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T19:03:16.585+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ao contrário'/><title type='text'>O Caos</title><content type='html'>Vinde a mim deuses da luz,&lt;br /&gt;do amor, do dia, do prazer,&lt;br /&gt;da noite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ergue Apolo o explendoroso sol,&lt;br /&gt;Agita Poisedon o mar&lt;br /&gt;Ao sabor do ritmo Dionísio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixem que os impulsos vos libertem,&lt;br /&gt;Deixem cair o véu de Maya,&lt;br /&gt;Deixem crescer o infinito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O cinto de Afrodite já não encanta os homens,&lt;br /&gt;A inveja de Juno já se desfez,&lt;br /&gt;A sabedoria de Atena já nada ensina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que foi já não o era,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que és já o foste,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que perdeste nunca ganhaste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A civilização já perdeu o valor,&lt;br /&gt;Já não somos guiados pelos deuses,&lt;br /&gt;agora guiamo-los a eles&lt;br /&gt;e destruimos a sua ideia...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/SITO2EkEn1I/AAAAAAAAAcA/X0l-RoYAMeU/s1600-h/y1p6aXEB6C83rQkB5jvw-42AKgFBZYQFvKwoqQXwh6gf0cOlbPFIgIndM8fCbOyLJXk1GYW_AIO_Yk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/SITO2EkEn1I/AAAAAAAAAcA/X0l-RoYAMeU/s320/y1p6aXEB6C83rQkB5jvw-42AKgFBZYQFvKwoqQXwh6gf0cOlbPFIgIndM8fCbOyLJXk1GYW_AIO_Yk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225528895989915474" 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/1964646865689648861-4015751947345793503?l=pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/feeds/4015751947345793503/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1964646865689648861&amp;postID=4015751947345793503' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/4015751947345793503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/4015751947345793503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/2008/07/o-caos.html' title='O Caos'/><author><name>Margarida Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108472543828963174157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-52KNvpvWDvQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDQ/TluGp3T3d1A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/SITO2EkEn1I/AAAAAAAAAcA/X0l-RoYAMeU/s72-c/y1p6aXEB6C83rQkB5jvw-42AKgFBZYQFvKwoqQXwh6gf0cOlbPFIgIndM8fCbOyLJXk1GYW_AIO_Yk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964646865689648861.post-8609330106194714170</id><published>2008-06-30T13:13:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T13:16:00.747+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O sorriso dos papás'/><title type='text'>Os nossos três meninos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/SGjN-agJtyI/AAAAAAAAAbg/WNWLxWsDbfU/s1600-h/29062008166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/SGjN-agJtyI/AAAAAAAAAbg/WNWLxWsDbfU/s320/29062008166.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217646640458479394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hoje posto aqui um sorriso, não aqueles que estamos habituados a ver, mas sim o sorriso de duas pessoas que começaram a construir a mesma paixão, a dos Bonsais...&lt;br /&gt;(da esquerda para a direita)&lt;br /&gt;Carmona, Ligustrum e Serissa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1964646865689648861-8609330106194714170?l=pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/feeds/8609330106194714170/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1964646865689648861&amp;postID=8609330106194714170' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/8609330106194714170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/8609330106194714170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/2008/06/os-nossos-trs-meninos.html' title='Os nossos três meninos'/><author><name>Margarida Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108472543828963174157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-52KNvpvWDvQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDQ/TluGp3T3d1A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/SGjN-agJtyI/AAAAAAAAAbg/WNWLxWsDbfU/s72-c/29062008166.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964646865689648861.post-2600809274081767062</id><published>2008-06-27T18:38:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T18:55:13.519+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Esta tentativa de poema contém as minhas lágrimas'/><title type='text'>Malas e malinhas</title><content type='html'>Malas e malinhas&lt;br /&gt;Espalhadas pelo quarto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malas e malinhas&lt;br /&gt;Que hoje tenho que encher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma vida empacotada&lt;br /&gt;Três anos de curso reduzidos a caixas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada gaveta que hoje esvazio&lt;br /&gt;É como se&lt;br /&gt;uma parte de mim também ficasse vazia...&lt;br /&gt;É como se&lt;br /&gt;o meu passado ficasse ali fechado...&lt;br /&gt;E nunca mais fosse aberto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma nova etapa me espera&lt;br /&gt;Uma nova vida&lt;br /&gt;Um novo desafio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E esta vida que hoje empacotei?&lt;br /&gt;Onde fica ela?&lt;br /&gt;Será que a voltarei a ter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não...Sim...Talvés...&lt;br /&gt;Pois sempre que tiver saudades ela estará cá dentro&lt;br /&gt;No meu coração&lt;br /&gt;E poderei revive-la nos meus sonos...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/SGUpWyq-iII/AAAAAAAAAbA/zJOhISCCpck/s1600-h/27062008144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/SGUpWyq-iII/AAAAAAAAAbA/zJOhISCCpck/s320/27062008144.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216621214914480258" 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/1964646865689648861-2600809274081767062?l=pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/feeds/2600809274081767062/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1964646865689648861&amp;postID=2600809274081767062' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/2600809274081767062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/2600809274081767062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/2008/06/malas-e-malinhas.html' title='Malas e malinhas'/><author><name>Margarida Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108472543828963174157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-52KNvpvWDvQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDQ/TluGp3T3d1A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/SGUpWyq-iII/AAAAAAAAAbA/zJOhISCCpck/s72-c/27062008144.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964646865689648861.post-2809932752470277958</id><published>2008-06-27T10:30:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T10:36:55.251+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Há dias que se imortalizam nos poemas'/><title type='text'>Enquanto dormias</title><content type='html'>Enquanto dormias&lt;br /&gt;estas letras te escrevi,&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto dormias&lt;br /&gt;eu observava-te em silêncio,&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto dormias&lt;br /&gt;mais umavez percebi o quanto gostava de ti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os teus braços fortes,&lt;br /&gt;A tua carinha de anjo,&lt;br /&gt;O teu sorriso contagioso,&lt;br /&gt;O teu olhar meloso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto dormias&lt;br /&gt;perdi-me nas palavras&lt;br /&gt;e nos teus cabelos&lt;br /&gt;perdi-me a olhar-te e a desejar que assim ficasses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...na minha cama&lt;br /&gt;tranquilo para sempre...&lt;br /&gt;Porque a paz que emanhas enquanto dormes&lt;br /&gt;Tranquiliza qualquer coração inquieto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque isso&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto dormias eu sorria&lt;br /&gt;E dizia vezes sem conta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Como eu te amo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/SGS0q5NOGbI/AAAAAAAAAa4/b82Ewk5V02A/s1600-h/AnneGeddes26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/SGS0q5NOGbI/AAAAAAAAAa4/b82Ewk5V02A/s320/AnneGeddes26.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216492917405653426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1964646865689648861-2809932752470277958?l=pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/feeds/2809932752470277958/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1964646865689648861&amp;postID=2809932752470277958' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/2809932752470277958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/2809932752470277958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/2008/06/enquanto-dormias.html' title='Enquanto dormias'/><author><name>Margarida Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108472543828963174157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-52KNvpvWDvQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDQ/TluGp3T3d1A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/SGS0q5NOGbI/AAAAAAAAAa4/b82Ewk5V02A/s72-c/AnneGeddes26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964646865689648861.post-3198455779748859172</id><published>2008-06-23T12:03:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T12:15:34.902+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devaneio numa tentativa poética'/><title type='text'>Um beijo</title><content type='html'>Um beijo mostra um desejo&lt;br /&gt;Um soltar de um impulso&lt;br /&gt;Um saciar de um pecado&lt;br /&gt;O perder a cabeça no passado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhar com um beijo&lt;br /&gt;Significa um desejo&lt;br /&gt;Sonhar com uma carícia&lt;br /&gt;Tira toda a malícia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olho-te nos olhos&lt;br /&gt;E quero beijar-te&lt;br /&gt;Olha-me nos olhos&lt;br /&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;vem saciar-me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me prender nos teus&lt;br /&gt;encantos,&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me levantar os teus&lt;br /&gt;mantos,&lt;br /&gt;Rende-te&lt;br /&gt;Ou foge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas não me negues o beijo&lt;br /&gt;     o meu beijo&lt;br /&gt;     o nosso beijo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/SF-FmEH9EMI/AAAAAAAAAaw/UZeVvHVSUz4/s1600-h/1933198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/SF-FmEH9EMI/AAAAAAAAAaw/UZeVvHVSUz4/s320/1933198.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215033782506950850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17/01/07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1964646865689648861-3198455779748859172?l=pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/feeds/3198455779748859172/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1964646865689648861&amp;postID=3198455779748859172' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/3198455779748859172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/3198455779748859172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/2008/06/um-beijo.html' title='Um beijo'/><author><name>Margarida Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108472543828963174157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-52KNvpvWDvQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDQ/TluGp3T3d1A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/SF-FmEH9EMI/AAAAAAAAAaw/UZeVvHVSUz4/s72-c/1933198.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964646865689648861.post-694705997129036526</id><published>2008-06-15T20:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T21:00:52.843+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Os nossos sorrisos'/><title type='text'>Sorriso de recém-casados</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/SFV0v88ADaI/AAAAAAAAAao/S9Hj48wyMKI/s1600-h/06062008089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/SFV0v88ADaI/AAAAAAAAAao/S9Hj48wyMKI/s320/06062008089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212200510911679906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A carinha de duas pessoas casadas pelo Ice-Tea...&lt;br /&gt;(Acho que pela cara dele vai fugir!lol)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1964646865689648861-694705997129036526?l=pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/feeds/694705997129036526/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1964646865689648861&amp;postID=694705997129036526' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/694705997129036526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/694705997129036526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/2008/06/sorriso-de-recm-casados.html' title='Sorriso de recém-casados'/><author><name>Margarida Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108472543828963174157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-52KNvpvWDvQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDQ/TluGp3T3d1A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/SFV0v88ADaI/AAAAAAAAAao/S9Hj48wyMKI/s72-c/06062008089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964646865689648861.post-3122084718710703784</id><published>2008-06-04T16:47:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T16:52:17.043+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Os nossos sorrisos'/><title type='text'>Riso Parvo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/SEa5rj-MEKI/AAAAAAAAAaY/snml1RpSIZM/s1600-h/P5240015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/SEa5rj-MEKI/AAAAAAAAAaY/snml1RpSIZM/s320/P5240015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208054177142149282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando rimos não nos importamos se ficamos com cara de parvos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1964646865689648861-3122084718710703784?l=pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/feeds/3122084718710703784/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1964646865689648861&amp;postID=3122084718710703784' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/3122084718710703784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/3122084718710703784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/2008/06/riso-parvo.html' title='Riso Parvo'/><author><name>Margarida Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108472543828963174157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-52KNvpvWDvQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDQ/TluGp3T3d1A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/SEa5rj-MEKI/AAAAAAAAAaY/snml1RpSIZM/s72-c/P5240015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964646865689648861.post-290964518164418696</id><published>2008-05-31T17:29:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T17:37:29.828+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Os nossos sorrisos'/><title type='text'>O sorriso de amigas de longa data</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/SEF-jVqpYiI/AAAAAAAAAaI/SDUyXj8TlcM/s1600-h/31052008020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/SEF-jVqpYiI/AAAAAAAAAaI/SDUyXj8TlcM/s320/31052008020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206581789793542690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Um lugar calma... Uma escapadinha do mundo... E logo uns sorrisos para a objectiva!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1964646865689648861-290964518164418696?l=pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/feeds/290964518164418696/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1964646865689648861&amp;postID=290964518164418696' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/290964518164418696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/290964518164418696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/2008/05/o-sorriso-de-amigas-de-longa-data.html' title='O sorriso de amigas de longa data'/><author><name>Margarida Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108472543828963174157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-52KNvpvWDvQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDQ/TluGp3T3d1A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/SEF-jVqpYiI/AAAAAAAAAaI/SDUyXj8TlcM/s72-c/31052008020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964646865689648861.post-6320510115915753125</id><published>2008-05-30T21:51:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T17:42:48.518+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Os nossos sorrisos'/><title type='text'>Lágrima vs Sorriso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/SEBpKqVE6lI/AAAAAAAAAaA/izAZlFwYPKg/s1600-h/20080428483.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/SEBpKqVE6lI/AAAAAAAAAaA/izAZlFwYPKg/s320/20080428483.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206276801122593362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma lágrima e um sorriso, num dia especial... Sorriso de festejo, lágrima de nostalgia!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1964646865689648861-6320510115915753125?l=pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/feeds/6320510115915753125/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1964646865689648861&amp;postID=6320510115915753125' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/6320510115915753125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/6320510115915753125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/2008/05/lgrima-vs-sorriso.html' title='Lágrima vs Sorriso'/><author><name>Margarida Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108472543828963174157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-52KNvpvWDvQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDQ/TluGp3T3d1A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/SEBpKqVE6lI/AAAAAAAAAaA/izAZlFwYPKg/s72-c/20080428483.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964646865689648861.post-8262231696033643871</id><published>2008-05-30T21:38:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T17:41:50.941+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Os nossos sorrisos'/><title type='text'>Um Sorriso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Como este blog se chama lágrimas e sorrisos resolvi fazer a semana do sorriso com fotografias dos sorrisos que vejo todos os dias:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/SEBnEqVE6kI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/OLJB8H19-Es/s1600-h/Missing+you+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/SEBnEqVE6kI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/OLJB8H19-Es/s320/Missing+you+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206274499020122690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mais vale amar e perder do que nunca amar sequer" Uma frase que adoro de Shakespeare que se adequa ao motivo pelo qual tirei esta foto... Num momento em que fazia tudo para sorrir quando passava por aqui...&lt;br /&gt;E com este sorriso de força inicio a semana do sorriso =)&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/1964646865689648861-8262231696033643871?l=pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/feeds/8262231696033643871/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1964646865689648861&amp;postID=8262231696033643871' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/8262231696033643871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/8262231696033643871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/2008/05/um-sorriso.html' title='Um Sorriso'/><author><name>Margarida Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108472543828963174157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-52KNvpvWDvQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDQ/TluGp3T3d1A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/SEBnEqVE6kI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/OLJB8H19-Es/s72-c/Missing+you+%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964646865689648861.post-888576757154539718</id><published>2008-05-29T12:18:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T12:23:03.732+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homenagem'/><title type='text'>Para ti que subis-te aos céus...</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3  style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;O céu abre-se agora,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;h3  style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Para onde o vento carrega uma alma...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Alma essa que deixa dor,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sofrimento e saudade.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoHeading8"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Os teus amigos choram a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tua partida repentina.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Choram o adeus que não disseste,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A maneira como partiste,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;E como o fizeste...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dentro deles está a dor,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A mágoa da perda de&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;um ente querido.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Deixas-te o mundo dos vivos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;E partiste,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Partiste em busca do além &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Do desconhecido...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;E teu amigos choram&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A perda de um ente querido!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/SD6RYqVE6hI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ARCxkuE1yYs/s1600-h/1690713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 173px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/SD6RYqVE6hI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ARCxkuE1yYs/s320/1690713.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205758072152451602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Poema dedicado ao Vasco,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                    Falecido a 14/10/02.&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/1964646865689648861-888576757154539718?l=pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/feeds/888576757154539718/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1964646865689648861&amp;postID=888576757154539718' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/888576757154539718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/888576757154539718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/2008/05/um-poema-do-livro-que-um-dia-tentei.html' title='Para ti que subis-te aos céus...'/><author><name>Margarida Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108472543828963174157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-52KNvpvWDvQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDQ/TluGp3T3d1A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/SD6RYqVE6hI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ARCxkuE1yYs/s72-c/1690713.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964646865689648861.post-2791612797538738387</id><published>2008-05-28T10:32:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T10:35:35.875+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A nossa casa...'/><title type='text'>Varanda dos sonhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Olha bem para esta vista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Perde-te nas luzes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nos movimentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No ar puro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Abre as janelas dessa varanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vem cá para fora e vive...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Daqui podes ser o Dono do Mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aqui podes sonhar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sonha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vê-te a dançar no cimo daquela colina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sobre às nuvens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E sorri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sorri porque estás aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Por és tu, por sou eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Porque somos duas almas sonhadoras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aqui podes fugir do mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aqui podes ver o mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cantar, dançar, amar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Basta abrires uma janela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E deixar que o vento de leve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Em pensamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Para qualquer recanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O limite é o céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E quando abres a janela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ele é só teu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/SD0nI6VE6fI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uymdd1TWZVk/s1600-h/clour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 183px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/SD0nI6VE6fI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uymdd1TWZVk/s320/clour.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205359778360257010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1964646865689648861-2791612797538738387?l=pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/feeds/2791612797538738387/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1964646865689648861&amp;postID=2791612797538738387' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/2791612797538738387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/2791612797538738387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/2008/05/varanda-dos-sonhos.html' title='Varanda dos sonhos'/><author><name>Margarida Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108472543828963174157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-52KNvpvWDvQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDQ/TluGp3T3d1A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/SD0nI6VE6fI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uymdd1TWZVk/s72-c/clour.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964646865689648861.post-5426672910663413081</id><published>2008-05-25T12:07:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T12:14:36.638+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Um poema para mim'/><title type='text'>A Princesa</title><content type='html'>Eis que surge, estrela cintilante&lt;br /&gt;perpetuando inigualável momento&lt;br /&gt;sublime expressão estonteante&lt;br /&gt;graciosidade em puro movimento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhar azul arrebatador&lt;br /&gt;desafia a passerelle triunfante&lt;br /&gt;mistura explosiva de luz e cor&lt;br /&gt;em jeito sereno e fascinante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vestido e silhueta de princesa&lt;br /&gt;frame doce e mágico&lt;br /&gt;mantém a vela da esperança acesa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desfilas nas asas do sonho&lt;br /&gt;que voa até ti, fantástico&lt;br /&gt;aterrando feliz e risonho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/SDlJZ6VE6cI/AAAAAAAAAY4/Ws0FMNReMH4/s1600-h/Ariel-Dreams-Under-the-Sea-The-Little-Mermaid---Disney-Print-C10115862.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/SDlJZ6VE6cI/AAAAAAAAAY4/Ws0FMNReMH4/s320/Ariel-Dreams-Under-the-Sea-The-Little-Mermaid---Disney-Print-C10115862.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204271553906534850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Este soneto não foi escrito por mim, mas foi escrito para mim, e por isso aqui o publico, agradecendo ao JP por ter escrito assim um poema ao dia em que enverguei o meu vestido de princesa)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1964646865689648861-5426672910663413081?l=pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/feeds/5426672910663413081/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1964646865689648861&amp;postID=5426672910663413081' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/5426672910663413081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/5426672910663413081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/2008/05/prncesa.html' title='A Princesa'/><author><name>Margarida Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108472543828963174157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-52KNvpvWDvQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDQ/TluGp3T3d1A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/SDlJZ6VE6cI/AAAAAAAAAY4/Ws0FMNReMH4/s72-c/Ariel-Dreams-Under-the-Sea-The-Little-Mermaid---Disney-Print-C10115862.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964646865689648861.post-6795787234965548241</id><published>2008-05-23T19:35:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T20:02:11.790+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Há sentimentos que se imortalizam nos poemas'/><title type='text'>Quando meus olhos tocaram os teus...</title><content type='html'>Quando os meus olhos tocaram os teus,&lt;br /&gt;Era um dia como outro qualquer,&lt;br /&gt;Chuvoso sombrio com alguém sem brio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando os meus olhos tocaram os teus,&lt;br /&gt;Não sonhavam com aventuras&lt;br /&gt;Nem imaginavam doçuras...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando os meus olhos tocaram os teus,&lt;br /&gt;A faísca acendeu&lt;br /&gt;E o pensamento não esqueceu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando os meus olhos tocaram os teus,&lt;br /&gt;Quiseram voltar a toca-los&lt;br /&gt;Nem que fosse só para ficarem a olharem-nos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agora que meus olhos tocam os teus todos os dias,&lt;br /&gt;Não querem deixar de os tocar,&lt;br /&gt;De os olhar,&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/SDcTiKVE6ZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/2jb-cMW6o3k/s1600-h/AnneGeddes0251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 184px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/SDcTiKVE6ZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/2jb-cMW6o3k/s320/AnneGeddes0251.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203649372059134354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De com eles sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Ao dormir ao acordar ao beijar e ao amar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1964646865689648861-6795787234965548241?l=pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/feeds/6795787234965548241/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1964646865689648861&amp;postID=6795787234965548241' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/6795787234965548241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/6795787234965548241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/2008/05/quando-meus-olhos-tocaram-os-teus.html' title='Quando meus olhos tocaram os teus...'/><author><name>Margarida Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108472543828963174157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-52KNvpvWDvQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDQ/TluGp3T3d1A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/SDcTiKVE6ZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/2jb-cMW6o3k/s72-c/AnneGeddes0251.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964646865689648861.post-4272904770713276974</id><published>2008-05-21T22:25:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T22:30:25.998+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oh não mais um poema triste'/><title type='text'>Ensina-me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;À medida que vou lendo&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Vou-me deixando levar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Por tuas palavras&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Por aquilo de que estás a falar.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Absorvo cada palavra tua&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Como cada gota de água&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E deixando a minha alma nua&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Perco-me a pensar.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ó nobre visão minha&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ó poeta desesperado&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Que sabes o que é ser amado.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Vem, ensina-me a escrever&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ensina-me a viver de tuas palavras&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Que de tanto as escreveres estão usadas...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/SDSUTgH9MOI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/A8oIn1iidJo/s1600-h/1047282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/SDSUTgH9MOI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/A8oIn1iidJo/s320/1047282.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202946532281495778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;6-11-07&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/1964646865689648861-4272904770713276974?l=pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/feeds/4272904770713276974/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1964646865689648861&amp;postID=4272904770713276974' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/4272904770713276974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/4272904770713276974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/2008/05/ensina-me.html' title='Ensina-me...'/><author><name>Margarida Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108472543828963174157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-52KNvpvWDvQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDQ/TluGp3T3d1A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/SDSUTgH9MOI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/A8oIn1iidJo/s72-c/1047282.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964646865689648861.post-1830906288777410570</id><published>2008-05-18T14:35:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T14:36:49.710+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamento de papel'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Um momento poético às vezes vale mais pelo seu silêncio e intenção do autor, do que por uma possível palavra mal proferida...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1964646865689648861-1830906288777410570?l=pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/feeds/1830906288777410570/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1964646865689648861&amp;postID=1830906288777410570' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/1830906288777410570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/1830906288777410570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/2008/05/um-momento-potico-s-vezes-vale-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>Margarida Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108472543828963174157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-52KNvpvWDvQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDQ/TluGp3T3d1A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964646865689648861.post-6695698285932026284</id><published>2008-05-17T15:18:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T15:24:07.175+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Porque podemos transportar sentimentos do passado para o futuro...sem pensar'/><title type='text'>Será que sabes?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Já não sabes que sabes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que dizes, que fazes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Se choras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ou aguardes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Se desistas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pelos entraves...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Já não sabes que sabes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que percebes, que não sentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Se pedes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ausente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que chore por ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Já não sabes que sabes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que queres, que não queres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Um fim no sofrimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Um momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;De alento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Já não sabes se sabes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Se queres, se quises-te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Se desejas, se desejas-te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Voltar ao beijo original&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ao nosso momento tribal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/SC7qKwH9MJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/c53dIBEZlyM/s1600-h/20080206115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/SC7qKwH9MJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/c53dIBEZlyM/s320/20080206115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201352090097365138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1964646865689648861-6695698285932026284?l=pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/feeds/6695698285932026284/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1964646865689648861&amp;postID=6695698285932026284' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/6695698285932026284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/6695698285932026284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/2008/05/ser-que-sabes.html' title='Será que sabes?'/><author><name>Margarida Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108472543828963174157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-52KNvpvWDvQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDQ/TluGp3T3d1A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/SC7qKwH9MJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/c53dIBEZlyM/s72-c/20080206115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964646865689648861.post-657072918734043113</id><published>2008-04-22T19:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T19:02:38.221+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/SA4oIGFaS2I/AAAAAAAAAXY/Y7gJ49MK57k/s1600-h/DSC00404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/SA4oIGFaS2I/AAAAAAAAAXY/Y7gJ49MK57k/s400/DSC00404.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192131539942132578" 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/1964646865689648861-657072918734043113?l=pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/feeds/657072918734043113/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1964646865689648861&amp;postID=657072918734043113' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/657072918734043113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/657072918734043113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Margarida Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108472543828963174157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-52KNvpvWDvQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDQ/TluGp3T3d1A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/SA4oIGFaS2I/AAAAAAAAAXY/Y7gJ49MK57k/s72-c/DSC00404.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964646865689648861.post-1478593574745357011</id><published>2008-04-18T13:50:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T13:56:02.546+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Um texto'/><title type='text'>Um sonho teu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/SAiaBuznlMI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/WRUDoAA-wdw/s1600-h/rosas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/SAiaBuznlMI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/WRUDoAA-wdw/s320/rosas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190567925079577794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;E foi assim que partiu, deixando o seu sentimento no ar, e a esperança de o voltar a encontrar...nunca um amo-te fora tão real…nunca um sentimento pareceu tão único, tão puro, tão incomparável… só um simples amo-te bastou, um amo-te tudo menos banalizado, um amo-te de poetas épicos que veneram suas musas que teimam em não ceder aos seus encantos…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;De repente o mundo parar à volta daquele amo-te…à volta daquele sentimento tão puro que nos despia as almas, e nos fazia sorrir como se a vida fosse sempre um campo de flores na Primavera…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Nunca um amo-te fora dito daquela maneira, nunca ela foi tão amada por alguém tão belo…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;O coração bateu mais forte, as pernas tremeram, uma paz invadiu a sua alma, e lágrimas caíram de seus olhos, mas houve uma coisa que ela não conseguiu perceber, se seria alegria se seria tristeza…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Nunca um amo-te fora um amo-te tão a sério…Tão verdadeiro que parecia um amo-te de contos de fadas, ele sim era um verdadeiro príncipe encantado, pois possuía um coração tão puro que conseguia amar de um modo que nem todos têm esse privilégio… Na boca dele o Amor era puro… Tão puro que toda a poesia e melodia do mundo se concentravam nele… &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:18;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Ela apenas desejou que ele não partisse eternamente…queria a felicidade dele, mas queria poder ver essa felicidade … por momentos ela desejou ser feliz com ele… ele sim parecia o príncipe com que ela sonhava em pequena, o príncipe montado num cavalo branco com quem ela poderia escrever “e foram felizes para sempre” enquanto planeava a sua viagem pelo mundo…junto daquele príncipe encantado que só parecia existir nos livros…&lt;/span&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/1964646865689648861-1478593574745357011?l=pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/feeds/1478593574745357011/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1964646865689648861&amp;postID=1478593574745357011' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/1478593574745357011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/1478593574745357011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/2008/04/um-sonho-teu.html' title='Um sonho teu'/><author><name>Margarida Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108472543828963174157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-52KNvpvWDvQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDQ/TluGp3T3d1A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/SAiaBuznlMI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/WRUDoAA-wdw/s72-c/rosas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964646865689648861.post-7186444526011207799</id><published>2008-04-16T19:43:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T19:51:14.919+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Porque podia escrever algo...mas nem eu sei...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1964646865689648861-7186444526011207799?l=pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/feeds/7186444526011207799/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1964646865689648861&amp;postID=7186444526011207799' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/7186444526011207799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/7186444526011207799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/2008/04/amor-o-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Margarida Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108472543828963174157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-52KNvpvWDvQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDQ/TluGp3T3d1A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964646865689648861.post-51421221589112562</id><published>2008-04-14T22:55:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T22:58:48.095+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oh não mais um poema triste'/><title type='text'>Não sei...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;De mãos abertas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;E coração vazio...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;Em ruas dispersas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;De lágrimas a fio...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;Nas brumas da memória&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;E nos escongros da tristeza&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;Passei sem certeza&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;E pedindo glória&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;Vi-te ir embora...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;Não sei porque espero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;E na espera desepero.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;Talvez por sinto&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;E nisso não minto...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;Já passei pelos vales,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;Ruas, e sítos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;Que nos ficaram na lembrança.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;Fazendo-me,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;Ora ganhar &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;Ora perder a esperança...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;Vem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;Ainda agora o sol apareceu.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;Vem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/SAPTQOznlLI/AAAAAAAAAXI/ko4YmhY4E1Y/s1600-h/4179rosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 185px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/SAPTQOznlLI/AAAAAAAAAXI/ko4YmhY4E1Y/s320/4179rosa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189223471466910898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;Que o amor não se perdeu.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;Vem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;Ficar com o que é teu!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: right; line-height: normal; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:8;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;7-02-08&lt;/span&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/1964646865689648861-51421221589112562?l=pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/feeds/51421221589112562/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1964646865689648861&amp;postID=51421221589112562' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/51421221589112562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/51421221589112562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/2008/04/no-sei.html' title='Não sei...'/><author><name>Margarida Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108472543828963174157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-52KNvpvWDvQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDQ/TluGp3T3d1A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/SAPTQOznlLI/AAAAAAAAAXI/ko4YmhY4E1Y/s72-c/4179rosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964646865689648861.post-7286177167636880450</id><published>2008-04-13T13:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T13:35:01.182+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Um texto'/><title type='text'>Recordando um dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E foi assim que viu o final… O dia caía, o sol já não brilhava, uma calma melodia enchia o ar de paz, mas lá dentro ela sabia o sonho havia acabado… Nada mais seria como da primeira vez, nada mais seria como aqueles eternos dias… Eles já não eram dois estranhos, nem dois conhecidos… Eram o que eram… sem vergonhas, sem tabus, sem pensamentos…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As lágrimas não caíam dos olhos, mas caíam do coração, sem que amor fosse, paixão ou qualquer outro sentimento mais intenso, tudo cheirava a final… Ela já não seria aquela menina que se perdia nos braços daquele protector que a envolvia em segurança.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tal como o sol havia caído e não aparecido naquele dia, também os seus projectos nunca tinham aparecido, e mesmo sem saber o dia de amanhã ela sentiu… Aquela etapa dele havia acabado, e com ela também aquele devaneio que envolvia os dois numa misticidade de sentidos.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A única certeza que ela tinha, era que ela não mais era a mesma, o seu interior tinha-se alterado, não sabia bem o que havia aprendido ou mudado… Mas sabia que algo ali a tinha amadurecido como mulher… Talvez as experiências nunca antes vividas, sentidas, tocadas… Talvez as palavras, conversas, momentos… Talvez os sentimentos as proximidades… Ou simplesmente ela o seu ser, tivesse encontrado a paz que procurava aquela peça que faltava, num sentimento que ficou por definir…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Na lembrança ficaram os bons momentos, os risos, as gargalhadas, e até as lágrimas que ela se comprometera a nunca mais verter… Ainda não sabia o que queria da sua vida, se partir em busca do desconhecido, se continuar a lutar por algo que se comprometera a fazer e ao qual chamava sonho, ou se simplesmente não fazer nada… A única coisa que sabia era que já não era aquele fruto da sociedade em que se inseria, não lhe importava a sua não perfeição, mas as suas qualidades tinham que se louvar e acreditar que era capaz…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ele ainda não havia partido, mas nos seus olhos brilhavam como os de uma criança com um brinquedo novo…ele estava feliz…muito feliz e isso dava-lhe alegria também, como se fosse o seu próprio momento… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Repentinamente gotas grossas de chuva a despertaram do seu interior…ele estava ali a seu lado…mas até quando?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;18-09-07&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1964646865689648861-7286177167636880450?l=pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/feeds/7286177167636880450/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1964646865689648861&amp;postID=7286177167636880450' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/7286177167636880450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/7286177167636880450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/2008/04/recordando-um-dia.html' title='Recordando um dia'/><author><name>Margarida Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108472543828963174157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-52KNvpvWDvQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDQ/TluGp3T3d1A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964646865689648861.post-374986714265408443</id><published>2008-04-04T11:27:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T11:32:20.598+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oh não mais um poema triste'/><title type='text'>Palavras</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Não há palavras&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Acabaram…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Acabaram como se acaba tudo&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Acabaram porque magoam&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Acabaram porque não vou sofrer…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sem palavras consigo esquecer-te&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sem palavras serei feliz&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Porque não te chamarei à noite&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Porque não te direi “gosto de ti”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Porque não falarei em ti…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E, muito menos, lembrarei…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;…dos doces momentos de diversão&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;…animação…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nas minhas noites de solidão...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sê feliz&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Parte&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E deixa que minhas palavras cessem&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Como uma sina&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Que me impede de escrever…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Para te esquecer&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As palavras&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Acabaram&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Só podem ter acabado&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pois morreram com os dias imprecisos&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dos nossos sorrisos…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Agora,&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/R_YDh_HGZjI/AAAAAAAAAWo/o-U-gRSpzBk/s1600-h/209975_black_and_white_rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/R_YDh_HGZjI/AAAAAAAAAWo/o-U-gRSpzBk/s200/209975_black_and_white_rose.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185335903375484466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Elas fugiram para a recordação&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;De um doce dia de Verão…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;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;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;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;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;16/ 08/ 07&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1964646865689648861-374986714265408443?l=pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/feeds/374986714265408443/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1964646865689648861&amp;postID=374986714265408443' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/374986714265408443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/374986714265408443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/2008/04/palavras.html' title='Palavras'/><author><name>Margarida Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108472543828963174157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-52KNvpvWDvQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDQ/TluGp3T3d1A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/R_YDh_HGZjI/AAAAAAAAAWo/o-U-gRSpzBk/s72-c/209975_black_and_white_rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964646865689648861.post-4936476693460798799</id><published>2008-04-01T22:18:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T22:26:24.564+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devaneio numa tentativa poética'/><title type='text'>Silêncios sorridentes</title><content type='html'>Por entre a brisa da memória,&lt;br /&gt;Por entre estrelas de alegria,&lt;br /&gt;Brisas de paródia&lt;br /&gt;Gritos com energia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo parou na casa da magia,&lt;br /&gt;A noite repousa&lt;br /&gt;E o silêncio aprecia-se&lt;br /&gt;Como se tratasse de fantasia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora da varanda escuto&lt;br /&gt;A cidade ainda acordada&lt;br /&gt;E como uma pena deita&lt;br /&gt;Deixei o meu coração seu luto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na sinfonia da noite,&lt;br /&gt;Escuto agora as vozes do coração,&lt;br /&gt;Não sei o que sinta&lt;br /&gt;Se carinho, amor ou paixão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero saber&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/R_KoRfHGZgI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/tiJIryZuLYc/s1600-h/1084625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 188px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/R_KoRfHGZgI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/tiJIryZuLYc/s320/1084625.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184391139419383298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero pensar&lt;br /&gt;Só quero viver&lt;br /&gt;Este me novo estar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algo se está a desenhar&lt;br /&gt;No silêncio de um olhar&lt;br /&gt;Num saber esperar&lt;br /&gt;Num rascunho por desvendar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1964646865689648861-4936476693460798799?l=pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/feeds/4936476693460798799/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1964646865689648861&amp;postID=4936476693460798799' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/4936476693460798799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/4936476693460798799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/2008/04/silncios-sorridentes.html' title='Silêncios sorridentes'/><author><name>Margarida Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108472543828963174157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-52KNvpvWDvQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDQ/TluGp3T3d1A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/R_KoRfHGZgI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/tiJIryZuLYc/s72-c/1084625.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964646865689648861.post-1995018540093669677</id><published>2008-04-01T22:03:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T22:06:54.991+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pedido muito importante'/><title type='text'>Pedido</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Queria pedir à rapariga que se bem me lembro do nome (é que sou péssima para nomes, e por isso peço desculpa) era Su (ou plo menos o mail começava por esse nome) que eu conheci no Domingo no Chemestry que me volte a adicionar no msn por favor que uma amiga minha estava no pc quando ela me adicionou e recusou o convite porque pensava que era para ela e como não conhecia o mail pronto..Deu bronca!&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma vez peço desculpa!&lt;br /&gt;Bigada =)&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/1964646865689648861-1995018540093669677?l=pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/feeds/1995018540093669677/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1964646865689648861&amp;postID=1995018540093669677' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/1995018540093669677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/1995018540093669677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/2008/04/pedido.html' title='Pedido'/><author><name>Margarida Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108472543828963174157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-52KNvpvWDvQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDQ/TluGp3T3d1A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964646865689648861.post-740076646735704166</id><published>2008-03-31T15:44:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T15:56:07.762+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mais um poema...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sou uma sonh&lt;b&gt;adora&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas também lut&lt;b&gt;adora&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sou aquela que te &lt;b&gt;Adora&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E que do fundo te ecoa:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Adoras-me?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Adoro-te...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Queres-me?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quero-te...”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sou tudo que não sou&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Só para te ser a ti...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O mundo te dou,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Só para te ter aqui...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Aceitas?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aceito...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/R_D6XPHGZfI/AAAAAAAAAWI/u-9JgRqMkzs/s1600-h/Pink%2520Gerbera%2520Daisy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/R_D6XPHGZfI/AAAAAAAAAWI/u-9JgRqMkzs/s320/Pink%2520Gerbera%2520Daisy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183918448203687410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Acolhes-me?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Acolho-te...”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A inspiração já partiu,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tu fugiste a correr.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Foi tudo num corrupio,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E eu que só te queria ter.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Não me adoras,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não me queres,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não me aceitas,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não me acolhes...”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;  7/12/04&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1964646865689648861-740076646735704166?l=pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/feeds/740076646735704166/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1964646865689648861&amp;postID=740076646735704166' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/740076646735704166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/740076646735704166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/2008/03/sou-uma-sonh-adora-mas-tambm-lut-adora.html' title=''/><author><name>Margarida Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108472543828963174157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-52KNvpvWDvQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDQ/TluGp3T3d1A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/R_D6XPHGZfI/AAAAAAAAAWI/u-9JgRqMkzs/s72-c/Pink%2520Gerbera%2520Daisy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964646865689648861.post-9097108780871264556</id><published>2008-03-30T13:35:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T13:49:03.288+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Há sentimentos que se imortalizam nos poemas'/><title type='text'>Quedas perdidas</title><content type='html'>Cai uma gota de silêncio,&lt;br /&gt;Uma lágrima esquecida.&lt;br /&gt;Uma vida vivida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cai um sorriso que não fluiu,&lt;br /&gt;Um amor que não resistiu.&lt;br /&gt;Uma vida que existiu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cai aquilo que nunca foi,&lt;br /&gt;Aquilo que me rói.&lt;br /&gt;Aquilo que já não se constrói...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cai a noite,&lt;br /&gt;Uma tristeza que abalou.&lt;br /&gt;Uma vida que se calou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cai o olhar que morreu,&lt;br /&gt;Que obrigado se esqueceu.&lt;br /&gt;Uma vida que não amanheceu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cai um beijo proibido,&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/R--LNPHGZeI/AAAAAAAAAWA/c-0VJkLqPMM/s1600-h/flor.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 217px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/R--LNPHGZeI/AAAAAAAAAWA/c-0VJkLqPMM/s320/flor.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183514755637601762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquele que assim já mais será vivido.&lt;br /&gt;Uma vida no meio do esquecido...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cai uma rima pobre,&lt;br /&gt;Uma escassez de palavras.&lt;br /&gt;Com aqueles sentidos que ainda lavras...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1964646865689648861-9097108780871264556?l=pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/feeds/9097108780871264556/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1964646865689648861&amp;postID=9097108780871264556' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/9097108780871264556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/9097108780871264556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/2008/03/tombos-dementes.html' title='Quedas perdidas'/><author><name>Margarida Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108472543828963174157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-52KNvpvWDvQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDQ/TluGp3T3d1A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/R--LNPHGZeI/AAAAAAAAAWA/c-0VJkLqPMM/s72-c/flor.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964646865689648861.post-1750715775325945412</id><published>2008-03-29T14:22:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-29T14:39:24.860Z</updated><title type='text'>Doce Pecado</title><content type='html'>Teus braços à minha volta  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Doces como uma maldição&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Teu cheiro a envolver-me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Como uma perdição…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tua respiração ofegante&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tão incerta, tão profunda&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Como o meu desejo de ti…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lentamente teus lábios tocaram os meus,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Num beijo quente, lento&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Proibido…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eles não se queriam descolar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As minhas pernas tremiam&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Queria controlar-me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E descontrolar-me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Queria amar-te&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E esquecer-te&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Queria ficar ali…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tão doce o pecado que cometi&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tão ingénuo o desejo&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tão profundo o beijo…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mas ainda tenho sede de ti&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ainda quero beber de teus lábios&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ainda quero ter-te perto de mim…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Que faço?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Quando quero e não quero&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Quando desejo o que não pode ser&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Quando a distância não deixa esquecer…&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/R-5ROvHGZcI/AAAAAAAAAVw/9mLjKE4HcYg/s1600-h/flor-amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/R-5ROvHGZcI/AAAAAAAAAVw/9mLjKE4HcYg/s320/flor-amor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183169534756283842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Vem para junto de mim&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sejamos inconscientes&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Em vez de ausentes…&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;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;12-8-07&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1964646865689648861-1750715775325945412?l=pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/feeds/1750715775325945412/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1964646865689648861&amp;postID=1750715775325945412' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/1750715775325945412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/1750715775325945412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/2008/03/doce-pecado.html' title='Doce Pecado'/><author><name>Margarida Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108472543828963174157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-52KNvpvWDvQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDQ/TluGp3T3d1A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/R-5ROvHGZcI/AAAAAAAAAVw/9mLjKE4HcYg/s72-c/flor-amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964646865689648861.post-8335044811295833076</id><published>2008-03-27T11:18:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-27T11:29:54.823Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mais um poema...'/><title type='text'>A Busca</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Procuro-te porque te quero beijar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Procuro-te porque partiste&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Procuro-te porque estou vazia&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Procuro-te porque quero&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Procuro-te porque sabes que fazes parte de mim&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Procuro-te porque o meu dia e a minha vida estão cinzentos&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Procuro-te porque te deixei partir&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/R-uE5PHGZYI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/wC6o-pSew-Q/s1600-h/605654.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/R-uE5PHGZYI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/wC6o-pSew-Q/s320/605654.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182381915063608706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Procuro-te porque és importante para mim&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Simplesmente te procuro porque te amo…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Porque amo amar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Porque a vida sem amor&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;É como um desenho ser cor…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;No fundo sabes que me trazes muita alegria&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Porque a melhor coisa que existe neste mundo é o amor&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1964646865689648861-8335044811295833076?l=pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/feeds/8335044811295833076/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1964646865689648861&amp;postID=8335044811295833076' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/8335044811295833076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/8335044811295833076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/2008/03/busca.html' title='A Busca'/><author><name>Margarida Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108472543828963174157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-52KNvpvWDvQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDQ/TluGp3T3d1A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/R-uE5PHGZYI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/wC6o-pSew-Q/s72-c/605654.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964646865689648861.post-2500466413406727790</id><published>2008-03-22T11:46:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-22T11:48:04.520Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oh não mais um poema triste'/><title type='text'>Desabafos despertos</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Um poema inacabado,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Um sonho molhado,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Uma porta fechada,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Um segredo encerrado.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Um sonho perdido&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Numa rua trilhada…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Um adeus se despediu&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Um amor que se extinguiu&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Um coração que fugiu&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E outro que partiu…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nos cacos espalhados&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dos amores despedaçados&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sobrevive a chama&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Deixada em minha cama…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Não há retorno&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Não sei&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;É esta a lei&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Não há sinais em ti&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Não há marés&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Que me levem ao que já vivi&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Não há esperança&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Não há quadros brilhantes&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/R-Tx2PHGZVI/AAAAAAAAAU4/XlsROChTwq4/s1600-h/1338924.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/R-Tx2PHGZVI/AAAAAAAAAU4/XlsROChTwq4/s320/1338924.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180531385454454098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;De sonhos latejantes&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E promessas de voltar a ser amantes…&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;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;4/02/08&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1964646865689648861-2500466413406727790?l=pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/feeds/2500466413406727790/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1964646865689648861&amp;postID=2500466413406727790' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/2500466413406727790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/2500466413406727790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/2008/03/desabafos-despertos.html' title='Desabafos despertos'/><author><name>Margarida Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108472543828963174157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-52KNvpvWDvQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDQ/TluGp3T3d1A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/R-Tx2PHGZVI/AAAAAAAAAU4/XlsROChTwq4/s72-c/1338924.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964646865689648861.post-2813921139774214247</id><published>2008-03-21T18:56:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-21T18:59:07.897Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mais um poema...'/><title type='text'>A ti poetiza que és poeta</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;À medida que vou lendo&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Vou-me deixando levar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Por tuas palavras&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Por aquilo de que estás a falar.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Absorvo cada palavra tua&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Como cada gota de água&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E deixando a minha alma nua&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Perco-me a pensar.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ó nobre visão minha&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/R-QFZPHGZTI/AAAAAAAAAUo/63I_EfTjbRE/s1600-h/daisy.jpg.w180h216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/R-QFZPHGZTI/AAAAAAAAAUo/63I_EfTjbRE/s320/daisy.jpg.w180h216.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180271402494092594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ó poeta desesperado&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Que sabes o que é ser amado.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Vem, ensina-me a escrever&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ensina-me a viver de tuas palavras&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Que de tanto as escreveres estão usadas...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1964646865689648861-2813921139774214247?l=pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/feeds/2813921139774214247/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1964646865689648861&amp;postID=2813921139774214247' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/2813921139774214247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/2813921139774214247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/2008/03/ti-poetiza-que-s-poeta.html' title='A ti poetiza que és poeta'/><author><name>Margarida Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108472543828963174157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-52KNvpvWDvQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDQ/TluGp3T3d1A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/R-QFZPHGZTI/AAAAAAAAAUo/63I_EfTjbRE/s72-c/daisy.jpg.w180h216.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964646865689648861.post-8727228986965519217</id><published>2008-03-20T14:00:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-20T14:03:22.779Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oh não mais um poema triste'/><title type='text'>Saudade</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tenho saudades,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;De quando falávamos até às tantas.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tenho saudades,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Da tua voz.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tenho saudades,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;De adormecer depois de uma hora de bacurada.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Enfim,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tenho saudades,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;De sentir presença na tua ausência.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Agora,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Na tua ausência, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Apenas saudade&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E no teu rosto,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Aguardo felicidade..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E sem pensar nos porquês e nas confusões,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Já não tenho confissões.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Apenas a ciência de que para que sejas feliz&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eu tenha que ter estas saudades…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Se assim é,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Deixa-as crescer em mim,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pois elas podem ser a resposta aos porquês,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Às escolhas…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Enfim,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;À tua alegria…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E se assim o é…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Deixa-me ficar no devaneio da tua felicidade,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Minha eterna e doce saudade…&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/1964646865689648861-8727228986965519217?l=pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/feeds/8727228986965519217/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1964646865689648861&amp;postID=8727228986965519217' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/8727228986965519217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/8727228986965519217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/2008/03/saudade.html' title='Saudade'/><author><name>Margarida Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108472543828963174157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-52KNvpvWDvQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDQ/TluGp3T3d1A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964646865689648861.post-1291550852739491218</id><published>2008-03-19T17:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-19T17:26:45.691Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Princesa...'/><title type='text'>Vestidinho de Sonho</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;Vestidinho branco&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;Com brilhantes de pérola&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;Que me fazes sonhar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;Com as fadas...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;Vestidinho branco&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;Que fizeste de mim uma princesa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;Leva-me para o teu mundo de encantar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;Onde posso amar...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;Vestidinho branco&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;Que de nome tens "sim"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;Leva-me para o baile&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;Onde possa bailar sem fim...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;Vestidinho branco&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;Que histórias trazes para mim?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;Trás contigo o meu príncipe&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;E leva-nos daqui...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;Vestidinho branco&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;Com bordados de cetim&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;Um dia foste luz para mim&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;Numa passerelle sem fim...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;Vestidinho branco&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;Que contigo fui princesa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;Deixas-te em mim a chama acesa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;De um amor que nasceu...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;Vestidinho branco&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;O qual não visto mais&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;Continuo a ser princesa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;Mas não pelas tuas cores vestais&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;Sou princesa de meu amor,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;E ele o meu príncipe&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;Já não preciso de ti para ser princesa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;Mas ficarás na memória&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;Com o dia em que me coroaste&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;De deusa...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;4/01/2008&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1964646865689648861-1291550852739491218?l=pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/feeds/1291550852739491218/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1964646865689648861&amp;postID=1291550852739491218' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/1291550852739491218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/1291550852739491218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/2008/03/vestidinho-de-sonho.html' title='Vestidinho de Sonho'/><author><name>Margarida Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108472543828963174157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-52KNvpvWDvQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDQ/TluGp3T3d1A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964646865689648861.post-3529835921124544748</id><published>2008-03-18T19:27:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-18T19:30:52.011Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oh não mais um poema triste'/><title type='text'>O que não te escrevi a ti...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Hei-de escrever ao vento&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;O que não te escrevi a ti…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Hei-de ficar ao relento&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Porque me dei a ti…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Ouço ao longe vozes&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Vozes que me alegram o coração&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Pois entre elas está a tua&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Hei-de escrever ao vento&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;O que não escrevi a ti…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Hei-de ficar aqui&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Porque te sinto perto de mim&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Esta música não a conheço&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Mas faz-me sorrir&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Está dentro de ti&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Hei-de escrever ao vento&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;O que não te escrevi a ti&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;É este o meu alento&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;É este o meu sustento&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Por&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;ti…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Que estás longe de mim&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Hei-de escrever ao vento&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;O que não escrevi a ti…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Algo sem jeito&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Pobre em rima&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Rico em sentimento&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Hei-de escrever ao vento&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;O que não escrevi a ti…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Meu coração ao ver-te ao longe&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Sorri…&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/R-AYJkITExI/AAAAAAAAAS0/Mkly-Se2rYg/s1600-h/1573092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/R-AYJkITExI/AAAAAAAAAS0/Mkly-Se2rYg/s320/1573092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179166124072440594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Minha saudade acalma&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Só por te sentir aqui&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Hei-de escrever ao vento&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;O que não te escrevi a ti&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;E sozinha nesta minha sina&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Hei-de ficar a pensar em ti…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&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/1964646865689648861-3529835921124544748?l=pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/feeds/3529835921124544748/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1964646865689648861&amp;postID=3529835921124544748' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/3529835921124544748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/3529835921124544748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/2008/03/o-que-no-te-escrevi-ti.html' title='O que não te escrevi a ti...'/><author><name>Margarida Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108472543828963174157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-52KNvpvWDvQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDQ/TluGp3T3d1A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/R-AYJkITExI/AAAAAAAAAS0/Mkly-Se2rYg/s72-c/1573092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964646865689648861.post-7486556494375913835</id><published>2008-03-17T10:23:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-17T10:27:30.665Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Há dias que se imortalizam nos poemas'/><title type='text'>O vencedor</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sou feliz&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Porque tenho alegria&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Porque as pequenas alegrias acontecem&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Os sorrisos florescem&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Com amigos que nunca se esquecem…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E cada vitória de um amigo é vivida como minha&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E cada felicidade é vivida como única verdade&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E cada momento de saudade&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;É pura fantasia…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hoje estou feliz porque estás feliz&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hoje brindo à tua conquista&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ao teu brilho nos olhos&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A ti…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A ti que conseguis-te o que querias&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mesmo com injustiças&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mesmo com dificuldades&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Desistir não é o teu lema&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E a tua força é contagiante…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hoje vejo a tua criança a brilhar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hoje vejo que ninguém te vai ofuscar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E que o teu limite é o céu…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;O sonho é realidade&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E como disseste um dia&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Se os outros são capazes eu também sou”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E tu foste capaz&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hoje és um vencedor…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hoje… Só hoje…e para sempre será hoje….&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/R95HL0ITErI/AAAAAAAAASE/69iidxkL59k/s1600-h/disney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/R95HL0ITErI/AAAAAAAAASE/69iidxkL59k/s400/disney.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178654889820230322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18-09-07&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1964646865689648861-7486556494375913835?l=pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/feeds/7486556494375913835/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1964646865689648861&amp;postID=7486556494375913835' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/7486556494375913835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/7486556494375913835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/2008/03/o-vencedor.html' title='O vencedor'/><author><name>Margarida Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108472543828963174157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-52KNvpvWDvQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDQ/TluGp3T3d1A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/R95HL0ITErI/AAAAAAAAASE/69iidxkL59k/s72-c/disney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964646865689648861.post-9066299403460963774</id><published>2008-03-16T12:37:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-16T12:57:59.124Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema sugestivo...'/><title type='text'>Sensações</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Um beijo&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Um desejo&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Uma noite&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Um amontoar de sentimentos…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Foi o desejo que me guiou&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Foi a vontade que de mim se apoderou…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Um beijo na face&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Um nos lábios&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;E não há nada que passe&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Sem ser o sentir…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Como uma flor&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;À espera de desabrochar…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;O meu corpo esperava o teu&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Para acariciar…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Como o deserto&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;À espera da chuva&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Os meus lábios esperavam os teus&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Para serem regados…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Tuas mãos eram guias&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;No meu corpo louco&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Para soltar magias&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;No desejo das alegrias…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;E tocaste-me como nunca tocas-te&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;E beijaste-me como nunca beijas-te&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;E fizeste-me acender em mim desejos&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Vontades, sensações…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;O meu corpo ficou aceso&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Envolvido no teu&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Quanto mais sentia&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Mais queria…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Quanto mais não podia&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Mais queria agarrar-te, sentir-te, possuir-te&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Numa lentidão de sensações&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Num amontoar de desejos&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Numa vontade de ti&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Numa vontade de um num só…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Queria fundir-me em ti&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Gritar, gemer, render-me ao prazer&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Que estava a sentir…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Agarrei a almofada&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Como uma ponte de salvação&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;A um prazer em imensidão…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;A minha respiração era mais incerta&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Que um furacão&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Um furacão que desejei possuir&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Naquela noite&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;A um prazer&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Que só queria ter…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Não entras-te em mim&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Mas vontade não faltou…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;De ser carnívora&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Assanhada&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Avassaladoramente possuída.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;E a lentidão de teus movimentos&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Doces, ternos, sexuais&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Fazia-me querer mais&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Sentir o momento&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Aproveitar cada gesto&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;E beber toda a água de teu corpo&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Sentir todo o prazer como nunca senti…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;O desejo apoderava-se de cada sensação&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;E eu já não conseguia dizer que não&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Quando a tua mão me puxou os cabelos&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;E me fez sentir o teu desejo&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Tão forte como o meu…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Tão encantado tão selvagem&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Tão abruptamente avassalador&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;De um prazer sem terror…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/R90ZAUITElI/AAAAAAAAARU/QbOCVmJvX8c/s1600-h/selene1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/R90ZAUITElI/AAAAAAAAARU/QbOCVmJvX8c/s320/selene1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178322639740146258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;8-9-07&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1964646865689648861-9066299403460963774?l=pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/feeds/9066299403460963774/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1964646865689648861&amp;postID=9066299403460963774' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/9066299403460963774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/9066299403460963774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/2008/03/sensaes.html' title='Sensações'/><author><name>Margarida Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108472543828963174157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-52KNvpvWDvQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDQ/TluGp3T3d1A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/R90ZAUITElI/AAAAAAAAARU/QbOCVmJvX8c/s72-c/selene1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964646865689648861.post-1105171789647068499</id><published>2008-03-15T12:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-15T12:31:26.132Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oh não mais um poema triste'/><title type='text'>Um desligar</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Abriu-se em nós uma distância&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Uma distância fatal&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Não geográfica&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Mas sim espiritual…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;O teu sorriso já não floresce&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Quando a meio da tarde te ligo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;O meu telemóvel passa horas sem tocar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;E eu perco-me a pensar:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“Será que ainda sentes?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Será que te arrependes?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Será minha impressão?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Será apenas falta de tempo?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Outrora o meu telemóvel não parava&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Eu às vezes até desesperava&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Por nada conseguir fazer…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Agora,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Espero, desespero, suspiro&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;…e tento esquecer…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Que há de mal?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Que há em nós que eu não posso mudar?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Tenho esse poder&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;E quero saber utilizar…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Gosto demais de ti,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Não quero entrar na monotonia&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Não quero estragar esta alegria&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Devolvam-me a nossa sintonia…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Ainda me lembro das belas mensagens que me mandavas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Da maneira como te derretias quando te enchia de coisas bonitas…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Agora nem as minhas mensagens guardas,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;E o meu amor apagas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Como se fosse só de horas vagas…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Que se passa contigo?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Ainda suspiras por ela?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Ou afinal eu não sou amor&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Sou mera ilusão?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Porque é que isto me parece um fim?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Quando quero que continue…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Porque é que cada vez mais vais para longe de mim?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Quando quero que te aproximes…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Diz-me só que não estás aqui por pena…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2-04-07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&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/1964646865689648861-1105171789647068499?l=pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/feeds/1105171789647068499/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1964646865689648861&amp;postID=1105171789647068499' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/1105171789647068499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/1105171789647068499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/2008/03/um-desligar.html' title='Um desligar'/><author><name>Margarida Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108472543828963174157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-52KNvpvWDvQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDQ/TluGp3T3d1A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964646865689648861.post-6528958155925866411</id><published>2008-03-14T19:32:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-14T19:39:32.876Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas negros...'/><title type='text'>Odeio-te</title><content type='html'>Odeio-te&lt;br /&gt;Magoas-me&lt;br /&gt;Entristeces-me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odeio-te&lt;br /&gt;Porque tenho que te odiar...&lt;br /&gt;Odeio-te&lt;br /&gt;Porque te vejo a gostar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odeio-te&lt;br /&gt;Porque não és meu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente odeio-te&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não para te odiar&lt;br /&gt;Não para te prejudicar&lt;br /&gt;Não para te magoar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odeio-te&lt;br /&gt;porque no fundo não consigo deixar de te amar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1964646865689648861-6528958155925866411?l=pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/feeds/6528958155925866411/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1964646865689648861&amp;postID=6528958155925866411' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/6528958155925866411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/6528958155925866411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/2008/03/odeio-te.html' title='Odeio-te'/><author><name>Margarida Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108472543828963174157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-52KNvpvWDvQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDQ/TluGp3T3d1A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964646865689648861.post-2853453989467470115</id><published>2008-03-14T15:47:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-14T19:10:05.307Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mais um poema...'/><title type='text'>O tuno</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mais uma manhã vazia,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mais um acordar sombrio,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mais uma cama vazia…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;O Sol nasceu&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mas tu partiste antes,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;De capa aos ombros&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Viola às costas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Foste para terra distante&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pois é esta a vida de tunante.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;De festival em festival&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sempre a cantar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;De tasca em tasca&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sempre a beber.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Por entre essas terras e terrinhas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Moças e velhinhas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Vais com a tua tuna espalhando&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A melodia de um trovador.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Enquanto por estas andanças andas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Eu fico em casa a torcer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Para mais um festival ires vencer.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;E a cada vitória tua,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;É como se fosse minha.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;E cada elogio a vocês,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/R9rM-EITEgI/AAAAAAAAAQs/pV2Ju6Q3n5c/s1600-h/Tunacuarela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/R9rM-EITEgI/AAAAAAAAAQs/pV2Ju6Q3n5c/s320/Tunacuarela.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177676088248308226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;É como se o meu ego crescesse.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Não é fácil ser-se tuno&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Todos conseguem beber&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Todos conseguem divertir-se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mas a vossa magia poucos a têm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="verdana" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="verdana" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="verdana" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;2-04-07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1964646865689648861-2853453989467470115?l=pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/feeds/2853453989467470115/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1964646865689648861&amp;postID=2853453989467470115' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/2853453989467470115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/2853453989467470115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/2008/03/o-tuno_14.html' title='O tuno'/><author><name>Margarida Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108472543828963174157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-52KNvpvWDvQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDQ/TluGp3T3d1A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/R9rM-EITEgI/AAAAAAAAAQs/pV2Ju6Q3n5c/s72-c/Tunacuarela.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964646865689648861.post-1306110024116952712</id><published>2008-03-13T14:13:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-13T14:16:39.795Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mais um poema...'/><title type='text'>Palavras de raiva</title><content type='html'>São 5.40 da tarde  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E em vez de estudar,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Estou aqui a pensar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nas palavras proferidas&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Que me atingiram&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sem cessar...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Acusaste-me de falhanço,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;De triste e perdedora...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Acusaste-me sem descanso,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Parecias uma metralhadora.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E agora que me atingiste,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Teu sorriso floresceu&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pois teu objectivo conseguiste.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E o meu ser padeceu.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Posso ter ido a baixo,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mas fundo não bati.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pensas que padeci&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pelas palavras que articulaste.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Atingiram-me,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mas ainda não cedi...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A dúvida pode ter florescido&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E falhada poderei ser.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mas só para te ver rendido,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Um grande feito vou fazer.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Uma vez já perdi,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E outra não acontecerá.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pois com ela aprendi,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Veremos quem ganhará!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/R9k29EITEeI/AAAAAAAAAQc/9i47XXzsIdc/s1600-h/black+rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/R9k29EITEeI/AAAAAAAAAQc/9i47XXzsIdc/s320/black+rose.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177229669347561954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;7/ 12/04&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/1964646865689648861-1306110024116952712?l=pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/feeds/1306110024116952712/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1964646865689648861&amp;postID=1306110024116952712' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/1306110024116952712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/1306110024116952712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/2008/03/palavras-de-raiva.html' title='Palavras de raiva'/><author><name>Margarida Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108472543828963174157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-52KNvpvWDvQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDQ/TluGp3T3d1A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/R9k29EITEeI/AAAAAAAAAQc/9i47XXzsIdc/s72-c/black+rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964646865689648861.post-3398358205353762868</id><published>2008-03-12T13:51:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-12T13:55:24.890Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mais um poema...'/><title type='text'>Fica comigo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: rgb(246, 251, 171) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Fica comigo esta noite,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: rgb(246, 251, 171) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Deixa que a lua seja nossa,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: rgb(246, 251, 171) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;E vamos dançar nas estrelas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: rgb(246, 251, 171) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: rgb(246, 251, 171) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Fica comigo esta noite,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: rgb(246, 251, 171) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;E esquece tudo para trás,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: rgb(246, 251, 171) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Vamos ficar assim...perdidos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: rgb(246, 251, 171) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Neste mar...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: rgb(246, 251, 171) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: rgb(246, 251, 171) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Fica comigo esta noite,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: rgb(246, 251, 171) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Sem pensar no amanhã&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: rgb(246, 251, 171) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Perdidos na tranquilidade&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: rgb(246, 251, 171) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Sem sentir a saudade...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: rgb(246, 251, 171) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: rgb(246, 251, 171) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Esta noite pode ser só nossa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: rgb(246, 251, 171) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;E os suspiros ditos em segredo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: rgb(246, 251, 171) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Revelarão nossos medos...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: rgb(246, 251, 171) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: rgb(246, 251, 171) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Fica comigo esta noite&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: rgb(246, 251, 171) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;E não deixes que a culpa de amanhã&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: rgb(246, 251, 171) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Se transforme num medo do futuro...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: rgb(246, 251, 171) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: rgb(246, 251, 171) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Anda, foge comigo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: rgb(246, 251, 171) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Vamos para longe&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: rgb(246, 251, 171) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;E levamos o este luar connosco...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: rgb(246, 251, 171) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: rgb(246, 251, 171) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Apenas ele é destemunho deste devaneio&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: rgb(246, 251, 171) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Desta luta pela consciência&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: rgb(246, 251, 171) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Deste perto e ausência...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/R9fgdEITEdI/AAAAAAAAAQU/PlTihVETsUM/s1600-h/Rosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 283px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/R9fgdEITEdI/AAAAAAAAAQU/PlTihVETsUM/s320/Rosa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176853086615048658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: rgb(246, 251, 171) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: rgb(246, 251, 171) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Anda,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: rgb(246, 251, 171) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Vamos fugir os dois&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: rgb(246, 251, 171) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Para que possamos ser os donos do mundo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: rgb(246, 251, 171) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Tu do teu... eu do meu...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: rgb(246, 251, 171) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Sem porquês nem não seis...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: rgb(246, 251, 171) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: rgb(246, 251, 171) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Deixa a noite apoderar-se de nós...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: rgb(246, 251, 171) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Que com ela nunca estaremos sós...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;4-09-07&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1964646865689648861-3398358205353762868?l=pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/feeds/3398358205353762868/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1964646865689648861&amp;postID=3398358205353762868' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/3398358205353762868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/3398358205353762868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/2008/03/fica-comigo.html' title='Fica comigo...'/><author><name>Margarida Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108472543828963174157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-52KNvpvWDvQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDQ/TluGp3T3d1A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/R9fgdEITEdI/AAAAAAAAAQU/PlTihVETsUM/s72-c/Rosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1964646865689648861.post-2841444260744788005</id><published>2008-03-11T14:24:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-11T14:49:45.305Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mais um poema...'/><title type='text'>Não quero namorar a lua</title><content type='html'>Anoitece…  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A Lua sobe&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;O Sol desce&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;O Amor consome&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E a Saudade aparece!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Os beijos antes trocados,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Doces, ternos, apaixonados&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Não passam de lembranças&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E pequenas esperanças…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Não… Não quero viver assim!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Diz-me…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Diz-me, por favor,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Quando voltarei a sentir o teu odor.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;O teu abraço quente&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E o teu olhar sempre presente&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sabes que em mim não serás indiferente!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Porque…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;… A noite aparece&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E o dia se esquece&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Que estou só&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Saudoso&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Choroso&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pois, o amor aqui não acontece!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cada momento que passamos&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cada beijo que trocamos&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;São para mim tesouros&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Que sempre guardamos.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pois o Sol é meu amigo&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E brinca comigo&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Para me fazer esquecer&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A minha dor, o meu sofrer&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Por não estares a meu lado&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Por não ser teu namorado!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mas o pano cai&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E o meu amigo sai&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Deixa a invejosa lua&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Entrar no palco desta rua.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eu não gosto dela&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pois é fel&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;É ruim e infiel&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Quer-me só para ela&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Raptar-me numa viela&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E tirar-me de ti…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mas eu…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;…Eu não quero namorar a lua&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pois a lua não és tu&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Minha doce alma nua.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/R9aas0ITEXI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/qohShJQS34Y/s1600-h/noite3-722229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/R9aas0ITEXI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/qohShJQS34Y/s200/noite3-722229.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176494916407333234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Enquanto a lua me seduz&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;O meu amor por ti não reduz…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cresce&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E quanto mais ela tenta&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mais ele aparece…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pois é infinito&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E nunca se esquece.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A Lua pode dançar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Com suas roupas de vestal&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E eu continuo a cantar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Para afastar este mal.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A Lua pode lembrar-me a solidão&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Com suas palavras de fel&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mas tu continuas no meu coração&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Minha deusa de lábios de mel.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A Lua pode despir-se&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mostrar suas curvas de tentação&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eu faço-a vestir-se&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E critico a sua ostentação.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Os nossos doces momentos&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Superam todos esses tormentos&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Como vês meu amor&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eu não quero namorar a lua&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pois a lua não és tu&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Minha doce alma nua…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1964646865689648861-2841444260744788005?l=pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/feeds/2841444260744788005/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1964646865689648861&amp;postID=2841444260744788005' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/2841444260744788005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1964646865689648861/posts/default/2841444260744788005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-de-papel.blogspot.com/2008/03/no-quero-namorar-lua.html' title='Não quero namorar a lua'/><author><name>Margarida Alves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108472543828963174157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-52KNvpvWDvQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABDQ/TluGp3T3d1A/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdY3PUTFzqI/R9aas0ITEXI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/qohShJQS34Y/s72-c/noite3-722229.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
