<?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-94631269867220802</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:26:35.896-08:00</updated><category term='Amizade Sincera'/><category term='Adeus Amor'/><category term='Estoril'/><category term='Gonçalo'/><category term='Amor'/><category term='Saudades'/><category term='inicio'/><category term='Realidade'/><category term='Tristeza'/><category term='amo-te'/><category term='Desilusão'/><title type='text'>moentos de alguem '</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentos-de-alguem.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' 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term='Saudades'/><title type='text'>desiludiste.me tanto =|</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Conseguiste destorcer toda a parte que me fazia gostar assim tanto de ti..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;conseguiste afastar de ti as pessoas que mais te adoravam..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Que mais te ajudavam i que sempre estiveram contigo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Conseguiste ser cruel ao pontuh de gritares e expulsares toda a gente do teu quarto..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Entao pouco tempo.. conheci.te pouco.. sei q sim.. mas tu n es assim ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;vsix fazer.,me sempre faltah *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;adOrote muito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94631269867220802-6236427915612949837?l=momentos-de-alguem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentos-de-alguem.blogspot.com/feeds/6236427915612949837/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94631269867220802&amp;postID=6236427915612949837' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94631269867220802/posts/default/6236427915612949837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94631269867220802/posts/default/6236427915612949837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentos-de-alguem.blogspot.com/2007/12/desiludisteme-tanto.html' title='desiludiste.me tanto =|'/><author><name>Nesitah '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05573248333988191878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='8' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0006/467/305/P6jSV1467305-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94631269867220802.post-2458159124661648678</id><published>2007-11-03T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T18:49:30.512-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estoril'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gonçalo'/><title type='text'>^cOm uma vOntade anOrme de vOltr a Sentir Os Teus laBiOS (L' =/*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR7NtuZ9GUo/Ry0lAtLfGGI/AAAAAAAAADk/jJF5D8HHMpQ/s1600-h/IMG_0772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128796244702861410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR7NtuZ9GUo/Ry0lAtLfGGI/AAAAAAAAADk/jJF5D8HHMpQ/s400/IMG_0772.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;É bom ter.te assim.. sentir.te Fragil nus meus braxos e sbr q' precisas de mim..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;sabes q me metes em primeiro lugar e q contas cmg pa tudo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;Saber q n sou a unika a ir ter contigo e pedirte ajuda..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;es u doentinho mais krido do mundo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;e a t.shirt q me deste Lembraste?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;ainda tem o teu perfume... como eu gosto de dormir com ele e sentir.te comigo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;es algo q' nao consigo esplicar.. transmites.me tudo.. sei q' entre nos nao vai haver mais nda.. mas n tens noção do kuao importante pra mim cuidar de ti.. estar a teu lado.. sentir.te feliz por me veres..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E se um dia eu cair na realidade e perceber q tudo nao passou de um sonho.. so te peço q' nunca me eskecas.. tal cmo eu nunca te eskecerei '&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&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/94631269867220802-2458159124661648678?l=momentos-de-alguem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentos-de-alguem.blogspot.com/feeds/2458159124661648678/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94631269867220802&amp;postID=2458159124661648678' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94631269867220802/posts/default/2458159124661648678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94631269867220802/posts/default/2458159124661648678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentos-de-alguem.blogspot.com/2007/11/com-uma-vontade-anorme-de-voltr-sentir.html' title='^cOm uma vOntade anOrme de vOltr a Sentir Os Teus laBiOS (L&apos; =/*'/><author><name>Nesitah '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05573248333988191878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='8' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0006/467/305/P6jSV1467305-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR7NtuZ9GUo/Ry0lAtLfGGI/AAAAAAAAADk/jJF5D8HHMpQ/s72-c/IMG_0772.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94631269867220802.post-2853127631616681743</id><published>2007-10-26T16:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T16:28:25.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O valor das coisas nao est� no tempo k elas duram .. mas sim na intensidade com q acontecem '</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;							&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;object height='80' width='300'&gt;&lt;param value='http://media.imeem.com/m/XFawi1CDSW/aus=false/' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;param value='transparent' name='wmode'/&gt;&lt;embed wmode='transparent' height='80' width='300' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://media.imeem.com/m/XFawi1CDSW/aus=false/'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Eh dificil dixerte u kuao bem me faxes..nus ultimos dias tens sido u meu porto de abrigo aki..tens me ouvido sempre.. tns.me apoiado mais du q kkr ota pessoa..sintome segura ns teus braxos.. Onde estive toda a noite ..Mas.. n teremos iduh longe demais?nao terao breves minutos estragado tudo..=/*estou triste..pq sbs q es uma ds pessoas mais imprtntes pra mim aki..a tua amizade pra mim eh tudo i tu sbs bem 'Nunka me ei de eskecer da maneira como tns kuidado de mim nstes dias..Obrigado Cunha =*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aadorote imenso mesmo '&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;						&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94631269867220802-2853127631616681743?l=momentos-de-alguem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentos-de-alguem.blogspot.com/feeds/2853127631616681743/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94631269867220802&amp;postID=2853127631616681743' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94631269867220802/posts/default/2853127631616681743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94631269867220802/posts/default/2853127631616681743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentos-de-alguem.blogspot.com/2007/10/o-valor-das-coisas-nao-est-no-tempo-k.html' title='O valor das coisas nao est� no tempo k elas duram .. mas sim na intensidade com q acontecem &amp;#39;'/><author><name>Nesitah '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05573248333988191878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='8' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0006/467/305/P6jSV1467305-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94631269867220802.post-5308211399776738579</id><published>2007-10-20T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T08:37:13.906-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saudades'/><title type='text'>Nao Consigo Controlar as Saudades De Th</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iR7NtuZ9GUo/RxogmDL2_VI/AAAAAAAAADM/SPKabt5rXrI/s1600-h/28-08-07_181643.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123443364149525842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iR7NtuZ9GUo/RxogmDL2_VI/AAAAAAAAADM/SPKabt5rXrI/s400/28-08-07_181643.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magrela - Pensa Em Mim &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspiração dos meus sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;não quero acordar,&lt;br /&gt;quero ficar só contigo não vou poder vuar.&lt;br /&gt;Porque parar para refletir se o meu reflexo é você?&lt;br /&gt;Aprendendo uma só vida, compartilhando prazer.&lt;br /&gt;Por que parece que na hora eu não vou aguentar?&lt;br /&gt;Se eu sempre tive força e nunca parei de lutar.&lt;br /&gt;Como num filme,&lt;br /&gt;no final tudo vai dar certo.&lt;br /&gt;Quem foi que disse que pra estar junto,&lt;br /&gt;precisa estar perto?&lt;br /&gt;Pensa em mim,&lt;br /&gt;que eu tô pensando em você e me diz,&lt;br /&gt;o que eu quero te dizer,&lt;br /&gt;vem pra cá, pra eu ver que juntos estamos e te falar&lt;br /&gt;mais uma vez que te amo.&lt;br /&gt;O tempo que passamos juntos vai ficar pra sempre,&lt;br /&gt;intimidades e brincadeiras só a gente entende.&lt;br /&gt;Pra quem fala que namorar é perder tempo,&lt;br /&gt;eu digo: há muito tempo eu não cresci o que cresci&lt;br /&gt;contigo.&lt;br /&gt;Juntos no balanço da rede sob o céu estrelado,&lt;br /&gt;sempre acontece: O tempo pára quando estou do seu&lt;br /&gt;lado.&lt;br /&gt;A noite chega, eu fecho os olhos,&lt;br /&gt;é você que eu vejo.&lt;br /&gt;Como eu queria estar contigo eu paro e faço um desejo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94631269867220802-5308211399776738579?l=momentos-de-alguem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentos-de-alguem.blogspot.com/feeds/5308211399776738579/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94631269867220802&amp;postID=5308211399776738579' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94631269867220802/posts/default/5308211399776738579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94631269867220802/posts/default/5308211399776738579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentos-de-alguem.blogspot.com/2007/10/nao-consigo-controlar-as-saudades-de-th.html' title='Nao Consigo Controlar as Saudades De Th'/><author><name>Nesitah '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05573248333988191878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='8' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0006/467/305/P6jSV1467305-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iR7NtuZ9GUo/RxogmDL2_VI/AAAAAAAAADM/SPKabt5rXrI/s72-c/28-08-07_181643.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94631269867220802.post-1474302939114435363</id><published>2007-09-29T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T18:37:06.178-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inicio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estoril'/><title type='text'>Novo Lugar ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR7NtuZ9GUo/Rv79aHDI11I/AAAAAAAAAC0/s8DMmJ-p2pQ/s1600-h/DSCN0549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115804851750098770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR7NtuZ9GUo/Rv79aHDI11I/AAAAAAAAAC0/s8DMmJ-p2pQ/s400/DSCN0549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                    &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(estas sempre ali.. escondido.. mas sempre perto)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não quero ser na tua vida o início de um fim , nem o fim de um começo . Quero ser o início de um começo sem fim..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94631269867220802-1474302939114435363?l=momentos-de-alguem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentos-de-alguem.blogspot.com/feeds/1474302939114435363/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94631269867220802&amp;postID=1474302939114435363' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94631269867220802/posts/default/1474302939114435363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94631269867220802/posts/default/1474302939114435363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentos-de-alguem.blogspot.com/2007/09/novo-lugar.html' title='Novo Lugar ...'/><author><name>Nesitah '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05573248333988191878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='8' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0006/467/305/P6jSV1467305-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR7NtuZ9GUo/Rv79aHDI11I/AAAAAAAAAC0/s8DMmJ-p2pQ/s72-c/DSCN0549.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94631269867220802.post-5036193750767688755</id><published>2007-09-27T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T20:08:04.445-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estoril'/><title type='text'>Tu ..e Tu.. e Pra sempre Tu..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Fazes.me faltah aqui.. tens noção das vexes q durante o dia penso em tih? de quantas vexes olho pra nossa foto q esta aqui colada ao lado da mia almofada.. a meros centimetros de mim..faz.me falta verte sorrir.. sentir q sorris pra mim.. faz.me falta apenas um olhar teu.. aquele olha que me permite realmente ver a pessoa que tens ai dentro.. ninguem aqui imagina u q sinto.. todos me veem como a Caloira mais feliz do alojamento.. Oh se soubexes as vexes q tento desviar o olhar desta foto q tantu me atrai.. queria tanto que tudo tivesse corrido bem.. que tudo tivesse sido perfeito.. Hoje sei que nao te mereco.. sei que es muito mais do que o que eu algum dia poderei ter.. Nao vou dixer q te amo.. e tu sabes bem q da minha boca foi palavra que nunca ouviste! Aqui longe so consigo recordar todos os segredos que contamos um au oto.. como eramos unidos nessa altura rafa.. Altura q nm ah um mes atras foi..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;e com tudo istuh sao 4.03 da manha e eu amanh entro as 9h.. =/nao sei bem como..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ah muito tempo que nao vinha por aki dixer o q sentia..mas sim desd q ca xeguei axo que foi o primeiro dia q tnhu 30mnts so mesmo pra mim..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho saudades de tudo..acho q as vexes ate da solidao q sentia a cada segundo nu meu kuartuh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tu sabes a importancia q tns pra mim..&lt;br /&gt;estou contigo a todos os mumntoS ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eZ o meU Tal =D*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94631269867220802-5036193750767688755?l=momentos-de-alguem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentos-de-alguem.blogspot.com/feeds/5036193750767688755/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94631269867220802&amp;postID=5036193750767688755' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94631269867220802/posts/default/5036193750767688755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94631269867220802/posts/default/5036193750767688755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentos-de-alguem.blogspot.com/2007/09/tu-e-tu-e-pra-sempre-tu.html' title='Tu ..e Tu.. e Pra sempre Tu..'/><author><name>Nesitah '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05573248333988191878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='8' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0006/467/305/P6jSV1467305-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94631269867220802.post-6013923466908149689</id><published>2007-09-15T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T13:05:30.876-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amizade Sincera'/><title type='text'>Ez.me tantO!</title><content type='html'>Porque ontem me ias matando..Mas sim.. Foi das melhores noites da minha vida'Mumentos q' nao eskecerei nunca..aS tuas palavras fikaram nu meu pensamento.. onde ficaram pra sempre..Fizesteme xorar quando disses.te :: Eu tenho saudades tuas.. aserio!: se tenho pessoas especiais na minha vida acredita q es uma delas.. estas mesmo ca dentro parceira!Fdx so eu sei o kuao bom foi ouvir.teh dixer aquilo..Sentime feliz por mumentos sabes?!Es das pessoas mais importntes da mia vida e tuh sabes isso!Sabes bem u kuao falta vou sentir dos nossos abraxinhos..das nossas conversas.. dos teus conselhos..FODASE ES U IRMAO Q' NUNCA TIVE !!E tal como me pediste sempre q precisar sei q posso contr ctgo.. Mas nao! nao preciso que vas dar porrada a ninguem!&lt;br /&gt;Porque nao ah palavras pra descrever o kuao importante foste pra mim est ano.. Quantos conselhos me deste? Quantas vezes me disses.te Pensa Se estas a fazer bem* se eh mesmo isso q keres* se vale a pena* Fogo palavras ditas por tih que nao eskecerei nunca.. e os nossos abracinhos parceiro? Cada um deles recordado de uma maneira especial.. vais pra secndaria est ano novamente.. axas q ninguem passa sem um operador informatico cmuh tu =D*e Hoje?Hoje quero te la pra me despedir de tih.. nao pra te dixer adeus.. pq adeus so se diz uma vez' e eu sei q ainda vamos estar juntos muitas e muitas vexes 'Ja prometeste q n eskeces eu ' e se bater saudade como ontem, tens algo q recorda tdO o nosso ano.. Feituh pa Si 'Tu sabes q es aql irmao q eu nunka tive.. sabes q tns imenso valor.. e q permaneceras cmgo pro resto da vida..e este ano vais ter aulas com a stora Sameiro ota vez =D* fgO foram as melhores aulas.. fizeste tnt porcaria.. mas acabava sempre tudo bem! inda tou eh ka porcaria do risco do carro na garganta por n sbr qm foi! fgO"Mas prontuh ja passou 'Porque sei q n eh informatica q keres pra tua vida farei us possiveis e impossiveis pra na minha 'nova' zona estar atenta a tudo ;)Custame tanto pedirte pra q cuides de tih.. e sbes q nao estou ka eu pertinho..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E PORQUE NUNCA NINGUEM TERA NOÇÃO DA IMPORTANCIA Q' TENS PRA MIM..SO ME RESTA DIXER..QUE TE AMO BEST_FRIEND 'ES.ME TUDO =D*e naO vOu pensar mais na Distancia q nus vai separar mas sim nu kuao bonx vao ser tds us mumntinhus em q nus encontrar.mos! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="388" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-609bf274c0a8a154" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D609bf274c0a8a154%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330262975%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6211D5C341CB7BC33A36B8BEC475B9BAA0E2BB45.58DAABE30FAA901107BBDEB12BFA618C9BCF5473%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D609bf274c0a8a154%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLpNbOAPAcHPXBzBz-B2eCnW278A&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="388" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D609bf274c0a8a154%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330262975%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6211D5C341CB7BC33A36B8BEC475B9BAA0E2BB45.58DAABE30FAA901107BBDEB12BFA618C9BCF5473%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D609bf274c0a8a154%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLpNbOAPAcHPXBzBz-B2eCnW278A&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94631269867220802-6013923466908149689?l=momentos-de-alguem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=609bf274c0a8a154&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentos-de-alguem.blogspot.com/feeds/6013923466908149689/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94631269867220802&amp;postID=6013923466908149689' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94631269867220802/posts/default/6013923466908149689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94631269867220802/posts/default/6013923466908149689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentos-de-alguem.blogspot.com/2007/09/porque-ontem-me-ias-matando.html' title='Ez.me tantO!'/><author><name>Nesitah '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05573248333988191878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='8' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0006/467/305/P6jSV1467305-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94631269867220802.post-1360094458005133051</id><published>2007-09-04T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T09:39:07.791-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desilusão'/><title type='text'>Foi demais =$</title><content type='html'>E eu sinto-me sozinha aqui.... E sinto-me simplesmente desamparada.... A desilusão apoderou-se de mim e fez congelar tudo o que de bom recordava de nós. Petrificou todo o meu ser. E eu que sonhei te ter e querer para todo o sempre! Agora não passas de um estranho que me magoou, violentou a minha alma, sugou o amor que fez nutrir em mim. Já não és tudo aquilo que eu quero para mim. És tudo o que eu quero longe de mim. Como pode alguém magoar o ser amado com palavras tão profundas e amargas. Só não sinto, já não sinto...rompeu-se todo o nosso elo, nossa ligação, deslumbrante ligação...mas não quero mais, não sofro mais, não sonho mais, perdi-te, perdeste-me! Perdemo-nos...Na minha vida vejo-te longe. Só longe...sei que não voltas, não quero que voltes, não aceito que voltes....é o mundo em que viemos....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR7NtuZ9GUo/Rt2KDWKMwbI/AAAAAAAAACg/UWJOZI28x2U/s1600-h/Project1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106389342600610226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR7NtuZ9GUo/Rt2KDWKMwbI/AAAAAAAAACg/UWJOZI28x2U/s320/Project1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/94631269867220802-1360094458005133051?l=momentos-de-alguem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentos-de-alguem.blogspot.com/feeds/1360094458005133051/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94631269867220802&amp;postID=1360094458005133051' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94631269867220802/posts/default/1360094458005133051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94631269867220802/posts/default/1360094458005133051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentos-de-alguem.blogspot.com/2007/09/foi-demais.html' title='Foi demais =$'/><author><name>Nesitah '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05573248333988191878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='8' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0006/467/305/P6jSV1467305-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR7NtuZ9GUo/Rt2KDWKMwbI/AAAAAAAAACg/UWJOZI28x2U/s72-c/Project1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94631269867220802.post-1631177616738221862</id><published>2007-09-03T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T16:44:28.021-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desilusão'/><title type='text'>Foste desilusaO !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR7NtuZ9GUo/RtycFmKMwaI/AAAAAAAAACY/7-1zblEhDWQ/s1600-h/desiludida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106127697487905186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR7NtuZ9GUo/RtycFmKMwaI/AAAAAAAAACY/7-1zblEhDWQ/s400/desiludida.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Juro que nunca pensei que fosses assim..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Juro que nunca pensei que este sentimento me fizesse sofrer tanto..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Qual eh a dignidade que tu tens pra ralhar comigo por uma coisa destas quando me andas a mandar mensagens 100x piores?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Juro que nunca pensei que tudo isto acabasse assim..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tu nao mereces nada..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tu começou num sorriso e tudo acabou numa lagrima..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Encantei.me com o teu sorriso e com o teu olhar.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas acabei por bater com a cabeça outra vez.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu sabia q iria ser assim..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se nao fosse agora seria daqui a 15 dias quando me fosse embora!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desta maneira porque?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;porque é que quando acho que esta tudo bem.. Acontece sempre o mesmo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dai continuar presa ao passado.. Dai viver cada dia a pensar se o dia de manha sera diferente.. Dai nao conseguir sorrir =/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Foda.se! tou destinada a istO!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94631269867220802-1631177616738221862?l=momentos-de-alguem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentos-de-alguem.blogspot.com/feeds/1631177616738221862/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94631269867220802&amp;postID=1631177616738221862' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94631269867220802/posts/default/1631177616738221862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94631269867220802/posts/default/1631177616738221862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentos-de-alguem.blogspot.com/2007/09/foste-desilusao.html' title='Foste desilusaO !!'/><author><name>Nesitah '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05573248333988191878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='8' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0006/467/305/P6jSV1467305-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR7NtuZ9GUo/RtycFmKMwaI/AAAAAAAAACY/7-1zblEhDWQ/s72-c/desiludida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94631269867220802.post-4581192216658216030</id><published>2007-09-01T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T11:52:53.104-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Guarda.me para Sempre contigo amor ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Rita Guerra - Deixa-me Sonhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leva o sol, leva o mar&lt;br /&gt;Leva contigo a luz do meu luar&lt;br /&gt;Leva o amanhecer&lt;br /&gt;Do céu, leva a cor&lt;br /&gt;Deixa o anoitecer, e a minha dor&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando fores...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deixa-me sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Só mais uma vez&lt;br /&gt;Pensar que vais ficar sempre junto a mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Faz-me acreditar&lt;br /&gt;Só mais uma vez&lt;br /&gt;Que eu ainda sou tudo para ti&lt;br /&gt;Leva o ar que eu respiro&lt;br /&gt;Deixa a minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Sem sentido...&lt;br /&gt;Leva o meu sorriso, o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Leva o meu destino, na tua mão&lt;br /&gt;E quando fores...&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Só mais uma vez&lt;br /&gt;Pensar que vais ficar sempre junto a mim&lt;br /&gt;Fas-me acreditar&lt;br /&gt;Só mais uma vez&lt;br /&gt;Que eu ainda sou tudo para ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E se o tempo não passar&lt;br /&gt;Nos teus braços é onde eu quero ficar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Deixa-me sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Só mais uma vez&lt;br /&gt;Pensar que vais ficar sempre junto a mim&lt;br /&gt;Faz-me acreditar&lt;br /&gt;Só mais uma vez&lt;br /&gt;Que eu ainda sou tudo para ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;#&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tens sido unico comigos..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Das.me miminhos.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ajudas.me apoias.me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dás me valor amor '&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ES ESSENCIAL..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;FAXES.ME BEM =D*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105309523397886354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR7NtuZ9GUo/Rtmz9mKMwZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/SCZPViZXpwk/s400/esme+tantO!" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94631269867220802-4581192216658216030?l=momentos-de-alguem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentos-de-alguem.blogspot.com/feeds/4581192216658216030/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94631269867220802&amp;postID=4581192216658216030' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94631269867220802/posts/default/4581192216658216030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94631269867220802/posts/default/4581192216658216030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentos-de-alguem.blogspot.com/2007/09/guardame-para-sempre-contigo-amor.html' title='Guarda.me para Sempre contigo amor ..'/><author><name>Nesitah '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05573248333988191878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='8' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0006/467/305/P6jSV1467305-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR7NtuZ9GUo/Rtmz9mKMwZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/SCZPViZXpwk/s72-c/esme+tantO!' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94631269867220802.post-3214506558538795021</id><published>2007-08-26T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T11:42:54.367-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amo-te'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adeus Amor'/><title type='text'>Adorote mais q' tudo '</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iR7NtuZ9GUo/RtHIr2KMwYI/AAAAAAAAACI/iDko3k5gxbQ/s1600-h/LOL"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103080508385706370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iR7NtuZ9GUo/RtHIr2KMwYI/AAAAAAAAACI/iDko3k5gxbQ/s400/LOL%27gst+dle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;De que vale ter tudo o que queremos, se depois nao haveria mais nada para querer?De que vale ganhar batalhas sem luta, se podemos cair no primeiro precipicio que nos aparecer?De que vale ter asas se não podes voar??Para quê sonhar??Para quê lutar??Para quê viver??Muitos se perguntam sobre isto e eu apenas digo:Se sonhas, voas, logo necessitas de tuas asas para voar, sonhas porque a vida é feita de sonho, muitos se perguntam para que serve sonhar mas poucos pensam no que seria a vida sem sonhos, sem esperanças...e se não lutarmos nunca iremos realizar esses sonhos,nunca passarao de sonhos, e esperanças de esperanças....E o porque de viver???Para voar com as tuas asas, para sonhar, para ter esperança, para lutar e conquistar, par um dia ser finalizada pela morte e dar inicio ao que possa ser uma outra vida!!!!Pois tudo na vida tem inicio e fim!!! A nossa meta é a morte!!! Ou talvez esta até seja a partida!!De tal forma tudo pode acabar com ela, mas ao mesmo tempo tudo pode começar!!!Mas se tudo o que começa tem fim!O que acontece aquilo que nunca teve inicio?De que vale ter tudo se por vezes esse tudo não vale absolutamente nada!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;Tanto Lutei pra te ter aqui.. e agora vais parir'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;Estaras sempre dentro de mim.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;"Dificil de lembrar.. Mas impossivel de Esquecer "&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/94631269867220802-3214506558538795021?l=momentos-de-alguem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentos-de-alguem.blogspot.com/feeds/3214506558538795021/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94631269867220802&amp;postID=3214506558538795021' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94631269867220802/posts/default/3214506558538795021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94631269867220802/posts/default/3214506558538795021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentos-de-alguem.blogspot.com/2007/08/adorote-mais-q-tudo.html' title='Adorote mais q&apos; tudo &apos;'/><author><name>Nesitah '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05573248333988191878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='8' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0006/467/305/P6jSV1467305-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iR7NtuZ9GUo/RtHIr2KMwYI/AAAAAAAAACI/iDko3k5gxbQ/s72-c/LOL%27gst+dle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94631269867220802.post-3047370161691122114</id><published>2007-08-25T12:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T12:52:07.021-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>^ SeremOs [[CumpLiceS]] até aO fim Da viDAh =D* (L'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iR7NtuZ9GUo/RtCH_WKMwXI/AAAAAAAAACA/W4_Vrf0_0jg/s1600-h/24-08-07_230904.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102727900160639346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iR7NtuZ9GUo/RtCH_WKMwXI/AAAAAAAAACA/W4_Vrf0_0jg/s320/24-08-07_230904.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ontem e hoje.. dormi com esta camisola vestida..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A camisola dele.. =) eS especial.. sempre foste..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ja passamos tanto juntos mas foi preciso estarmos a trabalhar tao proximos pa nos darmos novamente assim '&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;estou feliz sabes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tu fazesme bem ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94631269867220802-3047370161691122114?l=momentos-de-alguem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentos-de-alguem.blogspot.com/feeds/3047370161691122114/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94631269867220802&amp;postID=3047370161691122114' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94631269867220802/posts/default/3047370161691122114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94631269867220802/posts/default/3047370161691122114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentos-de-alguem.blogspot.com/2007/08/seremos-cumplices-at-ao-fim-da-vidah-d.html' title='^ SeremOs [[CumpLiceS]] até aO fim Da viDAh =D* (L&apos;'/><author><name>Nesitah '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05573248333988191878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='8' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0006/467/305/P6jSV1467305-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iR7NtuZ9GUo/RtCH_WKMwXI/AAAAAAAAACA/W4_Vrf0_0jg/s72-c/24-08-07_230904.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94631269867220802.post-2626980568360860231</id><published>2007-08-24T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T01:09:57.918-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Aquele alguem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR7NtuZ9GUo/Rs6RzGKMwWI/AAAAAAAAAB4/MeqmO19Ga6g/s1600-h/26-07-07_153830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102175734870098274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR7NtuZ9GUo/Rs6RzGKMwWI/AAAAAAAAAB4/MeqmO19Ga6g/s320/26-07-07_153830.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;As vezes aquele alguem que procuramos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Esteve sempre a nosso lado..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Nós é que nao demos conta..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94631269867220802-2626980568360860231?l=momentos-de-alguem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentos-de-alguem.blogspot.com/feeds/2626980568360860231/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94631269867220802&amp;postID=2626980568360860231' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94631269867220802/posts/default/2626980568360860231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94631269867220802/posts/default/2626980568360860231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentos-de-alguem.blogspot.com/2007/08/aquele-alguem.html' title='Aquele alguem...'/><author><name>Nesitah '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05573248333988191878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='8' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0006/467/305/P6jSV1467305-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR7NtuZ9GUo/Rs6RzGKMwWI/AAAAAAAAAB4/MeqmO19Ga6g/s72-c/26-07-07_153830.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94631269867220802.post-1125528629067240680</id><published>2007-08-21T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T11:42:33.664-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saudades'/><title type='text'>O nosso Sitiu '</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR7NtuZ9GUo/RssyDGKMwVI/AAAAAAAAABw/ZFjFVlPbSe4/s1600-h/Lua%20018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101226031701606738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR7NtuZ9GUo/RssyDGKMwVI/AAAAAAAAABw/ZFjFVlPbSe4/s320/Lua%2520018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Voltei la' Sozinha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Precisava de Olhar o nosso sitio..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;De ler as nossas palavras ali escritas ah 4 anos agora quase sumidas '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Nao vou dizer q senti algo inesplicavel .. simplesmente algo me levou a olhar para traS..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;E sim eras tu.. Previsivel nao e'? pra alguem q esteja a ler istO talvez seja pra mim nao~..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;tU passaste e nao me viste.. por incrivel que pareça eu sorri.. Pla primeira vez encarei com um sorriso tudo o que passamos.. Sei q se fosse ah um tempo atras.. Choraria.. Como se u mundo acabasse ali.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Devia estar feliz.. mas sinto algo que nao consigo esplicar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Deixame de vez.. deixame ser feliz.. encontrar o meu caminho e seguir em frente..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;apenas isso te peço..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sê Feliz .. tanto como eu tento ser.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&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/94631269867220802-1125528629067240680?l=momentos-de-alguem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentos-de-alguem.blogspot.com/feeds/1125528629067240680/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94631269867220802&amp;postID=1125528629067240680' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94631269867220802/posts/default/1125528629067240680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94631269867220802/posts/default/1125528629067240680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentos-de-alguem.blogspot.com/2007/08/o-nosso-sitiu.html' title='O nosso Sitiu &apos;'/><author><name>Nesitah '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05573248333988191878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='8' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0006/467/305/P6jSV1467305-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR7NtuZ9GUo/RssyDGKMwVI/AAAAAAAAABw/ZFjFVlPbSe4/s72-c/Lua%2520018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94631269867220802.post-4502069000541524673</id><published>2007-08-20T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T10:23:40.519-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Realidade'/><title type='text'>'As vezes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR7NtuZ9GUo/RsnN-WKMwUI/AAAAAAAAABo/DnH5ZG5MqQk/s1600-h/19-08-07_194109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100834523957739842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR7NtuZ9GUo/RsnN-WKMwUI/AAAAAAAAABo/DnH5ZG5MqQk/s320/19-08-07_194109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iR7NtuZ9GUo/RsnN22KMwTI/AAAAAAAAABg/b7uyxde5vDE/s1600-h/19-08-07_194109.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Às vezes é preciso aprender a perder, a ouvir e não responder, a falar sem nada dizer, a esconder o que mais queremos mostrar, dar sem receber, sem cobrar, sem reclamar. Às vezes, é preciso partir antes do tempo, dizer aquilo que mais se teme dizer, arrumar a casa e a cabeça, limpar a alma. Às vezes, mais vale desistir do que insistir, esquecer do que querer. No ar ficará para sempre a dúvida se fizemos bem, mas pelo menos temos a paz de ter feito aquilo que devia ser feito, somos outra vez donos da nossa vida. Às vezes, é preciso abrir a janela e jogar tudo borda fora, queimar cartas e fotografias, esquecer a voz e o cheiro, as mãos e a cor da pele, apagar a memória sem medo de a perder para sempre, esquecer tudo, cada momento, cada minuto, cada passo e cada palavra, cada promessa e cada desilusão, atirar com tudo para dentro de uma gaveta e deitar fora a chave. Porque quem parte é quem sabe para onde vai, quem escolhe o seu caminho, mesmo que não haja caminho, porque o caminho se faz a andar. O sol, o vento o céu e o cheiro do mar são os nossos guias, a única companhia, a certeza que fizemos bem e que não podia ser de outra maneira. Quem fica, fica a ver, a pensar, a meditar, a lembrar. Até se conformar e um dia então, esquecer&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As Crónicas da Margarida, Margarida Rebelo Pinto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94631269867220802-4502069000541524673?l=momentos-de-alguem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94631269867220802/posts/default/4502069000541524673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94631269867220802/posts/default/4502069000541524673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentos-de-alguem.blogspot.com/2007/08/as-vezes.html' title='&apos;As vezes...'/><author><name>Nesitah '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05573248333988191878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='8' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0006/467/305/P6jSV1467305-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR7NtuZ9GUo/RsnN-WKMwUI/AAAAAAAAABo/DnH5ZG5MqQk/s72-c/19-08-07_194109.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94631269867220802.post-6386044997903896256</id><published>2007-08-19T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T15:12:03.273-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saudades'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR7NtuZ9GUo/Rsi_3mKMwSI/AAAAAAAAABY/VtS_G5HvtgY/s1600-h/O-Ceu-por-Horizonte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100537539854123298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR7NtuZ9GUo/Rsi_3mKMwSI/AAAAAAAAABY/VtS_G5HvtgY/s320/O-Ceu-por-Horizonte.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saudades&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;Saudades! Sim... talvez... e porque não?...Se o nosso sonho foi tão alto e forteQue bem pensara vê-lo até à morteDeslumbrar-me de luz o coração!&lt;br /&gt;Esquecer! Para quê?... Ah! como é vão!Que tudo isso, Amor, nos não importe.Se ele deixou beleza que conforteDeve-nos ser sagrado como pão!&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes, Amor, já te esqueci,Para mais doidamente me lembrar,Mais doidamente me lembrar de ti!&lt;br /&gt;E quem dera que fosse sempre assim:Quanto menos quisesse recordarMais a saudade andasse presa a mim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Florbela Espanca&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/94631269867220802-6386044997903896256?l=momentos-de-alguem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94631269867220802/posts/default/6386044997903896256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94631269867220802/posts/default/6386044997903896256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentos-de-alguem.blogspot.com/2007/08/saudades-saudades-sim.html' title=''/><author><name>Nesitah '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05573248333988191878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='8' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0006/467/305/P6jSV1467305-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR7NtuZ9GUo/Rsi_3mKMwSI/AAAAAAAAABY/VtS_G5HvtgY/s72-c/O-Ceu-por-Horizonte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94631269867220802.post-8665735668275799979</id><published>2007-08-18T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T10:13:02.954-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tristeza'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR7NtuZ9GUo/RscoX2KMwLI/AAAAAAAAAAc/CsYkpLkcpDU/s1600-h/16-08-07_193800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100089493160771762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR7NtuZ9GUo/RscoX2KMwLI/AAAAAAAAAAc/CsYkpLkcpDU/s320/16-08-07_193800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iR7NtuZ9GUo/RscoKmKMwKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/JybfioCAzdg/s1600-h/chuvadeabril-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acordo todos os dias e tropeço em ti. Estas lá sempre quando acordo, olhando-me de longe, á espera que eu fracasse e me deixe vencer por ti... Amanha quando acordar não te quero ver mais por perto, tristeza...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94631269867220802-8665735668275799979?l=momentos-de-alguem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentos-de-alguem.blogspot.com/feeds/8665735668275799979/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94631269867220802&amp;postID=8665735668275799979' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94631269867220802/posts/default/8665735668275799979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94631269867220802/posts/default/8665735668275799979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentos-de-alguem.blogspot.com/2007/08/acordo-todos-os-dias-e-tropeo-em-ti.html' title=''/><author><name>Nesitah '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05573248333988191878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='8' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0006/467/305/P6jSV1467305-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iR7NtuZ9GUo/RscoX2KMwLI/AAAAAAAAAAc/CsYkpLkcpDU/s72-c/16-08-07_193800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94631269867220802.post-453524107275520047</id><published>2007-08-17T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T16:19:10.600-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adeus Amor'/><title type='text'>Terá Sido um Adeus?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR7NtuZ9GUo/RsYs4WKMwJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_L2Sx6HyYa0/s1600-h/happiness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099812974576320658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR7NtuZ9GUo/RsYs4WKMwJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_L2Sx6HyYa0/s320/happiness.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Fecho os olhos e pouco tempo depois parece que te consigo sentir a meu lado. Por momentos consigo sentir teu perfume.Encosto-me ao teu corpo e ouço teu coraçao bater. Aqui a teu lado sinto-me segura, sinto que ganho todas as minhas forças, fazes-me sentir que nada me pode magoar, a não seres tu mas no momento nem me recordo disso, estás a meu lado e por agora é o que mais me importa, embora assim não devesse ser.Sinto-me bem e não dou pelas horas passar, só o saber da tua presença me deixa mais feliz.Eu ouço-te murmurar, tento perceber o porque de não te conseguir entender mas simplesmente não consigo. Tento agarrar-te mas a tua presença desaparece aos poucos com a brisa, vejo teus labios moverem-se mas não compreendo o que me tentas dizer.Grito teu nome e estendo minha mao para tentar agarrar-te mas continuo sem conseguir e por fim desapareces e nem sei para onde...Talvez o que me tivesses tentando dizer fosse um adeus, talvez este abraço fosse o ultimo...Abro os olhos e corre uma lagrima pela minha face, estou só, tu não estiveste ali comigo e...talvez o adeus se aproxime.=/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;adOro.Teh ImensO '&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/94631269867220802-453524107275520047?l=momentos-de-alguem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentos-de-alguem.blogspot.com/feeds/453524107275520047/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94631269867220802&amp;postID=453524107275520047' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94631269867220802/posts/default/453524107275520047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94631269867220802/posts/default/453524107275520047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentos-de-alguem.blogspot.com/2007/08/ter-sido-um-adeus.html' title='Terá Sido um Adeus?'/><author><name>Nesitah '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05573248333988191878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='8' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0006/467/305/P6jSV1467305-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iR7NtuZ9GUo/RsYs4WKMwJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_L2Sx6HyYa0/s72-c/happiness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
