<?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-5210230400822746139</id><updated>2011-11-25T22:00:00.557Z</updated><title type='text'>(Sobre)Viver</title><subtitle type='html'>A Flor do Deserto sou eu
que encontra os refúgios mais distantes
contando os grãos de areia
pro tempo poder passar!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>153</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-337900319030247085</id><published>2010-02-01T18:19:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-01T18:27:48.866Z</updated><title type='text'>Correr riscos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/S2cc-Z0d_5I/AAAAAAAAAxU/TQi_TKLJfts/s1600-h/riscos%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433343333854216082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 329px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/S2cc-Z0d_5I/AAAAAAAAAxU/TQi_TKLJfts/s320/riscos%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Rir é correr risco de parecer tolo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Chorar é correr o risco de parecer sentimental.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Estender a mão é correr o risco de se envolver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Expor seus sentimentos é correr o risco de mostrar seu verdadeiro eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Defender seus sonhos e idéias diante da multidão é correr o risco de perder as pessoas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Amar é correr o risco de não ser correspondido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Viver é correr o risco de morrer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Confiar é correr o risco de se decepcionar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Tentar é correr o risco de fracassar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mas os riscos devem ser corridos, porque o maior perigo é não arriscar nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Há pessoas que não correm nenhum risco, não fazem nada, não têm nada e não são nada.Elas podem até evitar sofrimentos e desilusões, mas elas não conseguem nada, não sentem nada, não mudam, não crescem, não amam, não vivem.Acorrentadas por suas atitudes, elas viram escravas, privam-se de sua liberdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Somente a pessoa que corre riscos é livre!"&lt;/span&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/5210230400822746139-337900319030247085?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/337900319030247085/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2010/02/correr-riscos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/337900319030247085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/337900319030247085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2010/02/correr-riscos.html' title='Correr riscos'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/S2cc-Z0d_5I/AAAAAAAAAxU/TQi_TKLJfts/s72-c/riscos%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-260288935523528713</id><published>2009-12-29T15:03:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-29T15:04:38.135Z</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Ano</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SzoafjvPz-I/AAAAAAAAAxM/TfsYRI7HFVg/s1600-h/agenda1%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420674230965489634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SzoafjvPz-I/AAAAAAAAAxM/TfsYRI7HFVg/s320/agenda1%5B1%5D.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/5210230400822746139-260288935523528713?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/260288935523528713/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/12/feliz-ano.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/260288935523528713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/260288935523528713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/12/feliz-ano.html' title='Feliz Ano'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SzoafjvPz-I/AAAAAAAAAxM/TfsYRI7HFVg/s72-c/agenda1%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-4844451351684657104</id><published>2009-12-29T14:49:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-12-29T15:02:48.957Z</updated><title type='text'>Tempo de...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SzoZyDs42WI/AAAAAAAAAxE/cxf3tmmC5cM/s1600-h/tempo%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420673449271548258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SzoZyDs42WI/AAAAAAAAAxE/cxf3tmmC5cM/s320/tempo%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;... fazer balanço do presente ano,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;... de preparar a chegada do novo ano,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;... de desejar o melhor a todos os nossos amigos e aos que amamos,e aos outros também,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;... ser feliz,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;... dar algo de nós aos nossos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;... sorrir,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;... amar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tempo de viver!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/5210230400822746139-4844451351684657104?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/4844451351684657104/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/12/tempo-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/4844451351684657104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/4844451351684657104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/12/tempo-de.html' title='Tempo de...'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SzoZyDs42WI/AAAAAAAAAxE/cxf3tmmC5cM/s72-c/tempo%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-6383049946922606436</id><published>2009-12-23T23:28:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-23T23:55:04.698Z</updated><title type='text'>I Wanna...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SzKtIQ9qGgI/AAAAAAAAAw0/PobTPJJi1To/s1600-h/Merry_Christmas_2007_by_DigitalPhenom%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418583659184265730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SzKtIQ9qGgI/AAAAAAAAAw0/PobTPJJi1To/s320/Merry_Christmas_2007_by_DigitalPhenom%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the bottom of my Heart.&lt;/strong&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/5210230400822746139-6383049946922606436?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/6383049946922606436/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-wanna.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/6383049946922606436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/6383049946922606436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-wanna.html' title='I Wanna...'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SzKtIQ9qGgI/AAAAAAAAAw0/PobTPJJi1To/s72-c/Merry_Christmas_2007_by_DigitalPhenom%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-5900479874676963246</id><published>2009-11-23T19:21:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-23T19:44:16.053Z</updated><title type='text'>Porque ainda existem muito bons alunos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Swrls1mJFOI/AAAAAAAAAws/OyyNWqfuGDU/s1600/cris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407386861075764450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 398px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Swrls1mJFOI/AAAAAAAAAws/OyyNWqfuGDU/s400/cris.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Cristiano Hugo Páscoa de Gouveia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;jovem natural da Ponta do Pargo, a convite da Comissão de Finalistas da Escola Básica e Secundária da Calheta apresentou na passada sexta-feira, durante a Cerimónia de Comemoração do Dia da Escola e na Cerimónia da Bênção das Capas, o discurso de congratulação dos finalistas e de recepção do Bispo do Funchal, D. António Carrilho, respectivamente.&lt;br /&gt;Deixamos de seguida os discursos da autoria do jovem pargueiro.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Discurso – Dia da Escola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"Bem-vindos!&lt;br /&gt;Excelentíssimos Presidente do Conselho Executivo da EBS Calheta, Representante da Secretaria Regional da Educação e Cultura e Vice Presidente da Câmara Municipal da Calheta.&lt;br /&gt;É uma grande honra e de sinónima importância a vossa presença na bênção das capas da Escola Básica e Secundária da Calheta de 2009.&lt;br /&gt;O facto de estarem aqui presentes, vivendo connosco este dia singular das nossas vidas é a maior prova da confiança e esperança no nosso futuro que vós hoje podeis dar.&lt;br /&gt;Como antigos estudantes que sois, sabeis que o nosso trajecto até este momento não foi sempre estável, ora apareciam-nos caminhos desimpedidos e favoráveis ora apareciam-nos caminhos com obstáculos, às vezes até de mais.&lt;br /&gt;Tivemos os nossos momentos de desespero, de indiferença, de tristeza, até mesmo de loucura. Porém, não foram apenas os momentos de negativismo que constituíram a nossa caminhada. Tivemos também as nossas ocasiões de alegrias, de vitórias, até mesmo de paixonetas. Enfim, considero que todos nós, hoje finalistas, tivemos um percurso complexo, repleto de várias experiências factor este que permitiu-nos aprender com os erros bem como crescer com os êxitos que alcançamos.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, é mais um passo que todos nós damos em frente, a responsabilidade bate-nos `a porta. A partir do final deste ano, o nosso destino estará totalmente nas nossas mãos e aqui fica uma promessa: - Nós finalistas não iremos parar! Queremos mais e mais!&lt;br /&gt;Somos a geração do amanhã. A exemplo dos nossos pais e antepassados, esses que lutaram pela autonomia e que também passaram vidas inteiras estimulando o nosso crescimento e desenvolvimento regional, continuaremos o seu trabalho bem como dignificá-lo-emos. Levaremos sempre no coração o ser madeirense, quer aqui na região, quer além fronteiras. A todas as pessoas e entidades aqui presentes deixo-vos uma mensagem: -Nós finalistas, somos o vosso investimento, continuem a acreditar em nós!&lt;br /&gt;Aproveito este momento para saudar todas as pessoas que apoiaram-nos na escola, que cultivaram em nós a perseverança e um espírito de luta durante todo o nosso percurso escolar até agora. Refiro-me claramente a todos os nossos professores, aos funcionários da escola e claro os nossos pais, familiares e amigos na sua generalidade.&lt;br /&gt;Felicitámos também aos padrinhos internos e externos que se mostraram disponíveis para partilharem este dia com todos nós finalistas e que ajudaram-nos da forma que puderam, ajuda essa que nós muito agradecemos! O nosso muito obrigado.&lt;br /&gt;Boa tarde e bem hajam!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Discurso de Recepção de D. António Carrilho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Reverendo Senhor Bispo D. António Carrilho, é tão grande a honra presente em cada um de nós, estudantes e povo da Calheta, ter-vos cá, celebrando connosco este dia tão singular e especial das nossas vidas, a bênção das capas.&lt;br /&gt;A cerimónia planeava-se memorável, mas com a vossa presença, além de memorável é também única. A vossa presença entre nós é prova do seu coração de Pastor. Crescer com Deus fez de nós bons jovens, seguir os seus passos fará de nós verdadeiros homens e mulheres. Ao estarmos presentes na igreja, celebrando esta etapa nuclear da nossa vida, estamos exprimindo a imensa importância da igreja nos nossos caminhos. A igreja incutiu-nos a conduta de vida necessária para que hoje possamos sentir um objectivo alcançado e descobrir novos objectivos por concretizar.&lt;br /&gt;Dizemos hoje, com orgulho e sem contenção: Somos flores neste jardim chamado igreja; somos areia ladeando aquele oásis que é Deus.&lt;br /&gt;Durante os últimos 3 anos do secundário lidamos com alegrias, derrubamos barreiras, de cabeça erguida ultrapassamos diversos obstáculos. Rimos e choramos com os nossos sucessos e as nossas derrotas, não apenas na escola como também a nível pessoal.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje estamos aqui. Ultrapassada esta etapa esperamos pelo futuro, muito incerto, por sinal. Fomos perseverantes na nossa caminhada, bravos na dominação dos imprevistos e das incertezas, orgulhosos no nosso trajecto e desafiadores de um futuro. Hoje, reunimos 3 anos de vida, recordamo-nos desses anos, lembramo-nos das nossa vitórias e perdoamos a quem nos desiludiu, a quem nos fez chorar, a quem no fundo foi um dos nossos obstáculos.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje começa uma nova caminhada para todos nós.&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma vez expresso a nossa gratidão e aptidão por ter-vos cá, que esta seja uma das muitas vezes que o vejamos no nosso concelho, vossa imagem dá esperança a todos os calhetenses, na construção de uma Calheta, de uma Madeira mais nobre, mais devota ao projecto de Deus.&lt;br /&gt;Em nome dos estudantes finalistas e demais povo da Calheta aqui presente, o nosso muito obrigado!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Embora muito se diga sobre os alunos que hoje temos nas nossas escolas, este é um exemplo verdadeiro que ainda existem alunos extremamente dedicados, esforçados e que serão o nosso futuro. Por este aluno e por outros idênticos a ele, professores cabe-vos a vós agora dignificar a vossa profissão e lutar para que todos sejam, ajam, pensem e se esforcem como este exemplo que aqui vos deixo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenho muito orgulho em ti, Cristiano. JINHOS da "tia" babada.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fonte:Ponta do pargo news&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/5210230400822746139-5900479874676963246?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/5900479874676963246/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/11/porque-ainda-existem-muito-bons-alunos.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/5900479874676963246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/5900479874676963246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/11/porque-ainda-existem-muito-bons-alunos.html' title='Porque ainda existem muito bons alunos'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Swrls1mJFOI/AAAAAAAAAws/OyyNWqfuGDU/s72-c/cris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-5555519521374377848</id><published>2009-11-17T21:53:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-17T21:59:35.677Z</updated><title type='text'>Finally a ray of sunshine through the gray clouds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SwMcq_xtKBI/AAAAAAAAAwc/4kU_8YhxlO0/s1600/Nuvem%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405195502774724626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 470px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 370px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SwMcq_xtKBI/AAAAAAAAAwc/4kU_8YhxlO0/s400/Nuvem%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SwMcgZVoVAI/AAAAAAAAAwU/J7RMCdIzFRk/s1600/images%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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/5210230400822746139-5555519521374377848?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/5555519521374377848/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/11/finally-ray-of-sunshine-through-gray.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/5555519521374377848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/5555519521374377848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/11/finally-ray-of-sunshine-through-gray.html' title='Finally a ray of sunshine through the gray clouds'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SwMcq_xtKBI/AAAAAAAAAwc/4kU_8YhxlO0/s72-c/Nuvem%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-8971908478483593265</id><published>2009-11-12T23:12:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-12T23:19:16.109Z</updated><title type='text'>Que virá a seguir??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SvyX3CjaCmI/AAAAAAAAAwI/wxMi3PCGr3g/s1600-h/raio_cel[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403360624771730018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 338px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SvyX3CjaCmI/AAAAAAAAAwI/wxMi3PCGr3g/s400/raio_cel%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A semana ainda não acabou e não houve um único dia que não recebesse uma má notícia, e uma pior que outra sem exageros, que virá a seguir? Que será que vai acontecer amanhã?. Acho que só me falta cair um raio em cima.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tento esperar o melhor, preparar-me para o pior e aceitar o que vier, mas não estou a conseguir.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210230400822746139-8971908478483593265?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/8971908478483593265/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/11/que-vira-seguir.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/8971908478483593265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/8971908478483593265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/11/que-vira-seguir.html' title='Que virá a seguir??'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SvyX3CjaCmI/AAAAAAAAAwI/wxMi3PCGr3g/s72-c/raio_cel%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-341323454759219958</id><published>2009-11-11T21:41:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-11T21:48:42.728Z</updated><title type='text'>#%#%#%</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SvsxFjqmxoI/AAAAAAAAAwA/NLgljiLdQ6Q/s1600-h/images[14].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402966149504091778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SvsxFjqmxoI/AAAAAAAAAwA/NLgljiLdQ6Q/s320/images%5B14%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Forças precisam-se, tou pelas costuras. Só me apetece gritarrrrrrrrrrrr.&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/5210230400822746139-341323454759219958?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/341323454759219958/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/341323454759219958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/341323454759219958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='#%#%#%'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SvsxFjqmxoI/AAAAAAAAAwA/NLgljiLdQ6Q/s72-c/images%5B14%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-2739862988740009128</id><published>2009-11-06T21:06:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-06T21:19:21.484Z</updated><title type='text'>Profunda Tristeza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SvSSrCdyapI/AAAAAAAAAvw/VL-VIKgHYyA/s1600-h/av%C3%B4[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401103121217907346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SvSSrCdyapI/AAAAAAAAAvw/VL-VIKgHYyA/s400/av%25C3%25B4%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Existem momentos, horas e mdias em que se abate sobre nós uma trsteza profunda.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje é um deles, partiste de forma dolorosa, com muito sofimento, antes de ires ao encontro da luz eterna, do desconhecido para onde todos nós haveremos ir um dia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Partiste e sinto a tua falta, sei que nem sempre tive as atitudes mais correctas para contigo, mas o que está feito, feito está.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje senti o peso da saudade , e emersa numa tristeza.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nem sempre estás no meu pensamento, mas estás e estarás para sempre no meu coração.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um abraço do tamaho do mundo e até um dia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/5210230400822746139-2739862988740009128?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/2739862988740009128/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/11/profunda-tristeza.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/2739862988740009128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/2739862988740009128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/11/profunda-tristeza.html' title='Profunda Tristeza'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SvSSrCdyapI/AAAAAAAAAvw/VL-VIKgHYyA/s72-c/av%25C3%25B4%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-8984210922956510595</id><published>2009-10-31T15:46:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-10-31T16:22:46.728Z</updated><title type='text'>Por vezes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SuxkNYEnftI/AAAAAAAAAvo/CUUcqwALF1g/s1600-h/ajuda[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398800234273275602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SuxkNYEnftI/AAAAAAAAAvo/CUUcqwALF1g/s400/ajuda%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando alguém precisa de nós... por vezes não conseguimos dar, ajudar, da maneira que queremos. Irrita-me... quero ajudar-te!!! Não sei o que hei de fazer... o que dizer quando te vejo sofrer, e neste momento não sei mesmo. Ontem, olhei para ti e quis ajudar-te.Mas de que forma?Não sei o que te dizer nem o que fazer.Deus se estás ai, ensina-me como ajudá-la.Sei que não estou a conseguir ajudar-te.Fico triste... sei apenas que estou aqui para ti a qualquer hora, em qualquer situação, tou aqui para te dar força, para te dar o meu ombro para chorares, a minha presença para desabafares, a minha mão para agarrares. SEMPRE que precisares eu estarei aqui.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Força e esperança, amiga. Estamos todas contigo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210230400822746139-8984210922956510595?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/8984210922956510595/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/10/por-vezes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/8984210922956510595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/8984210922956510595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/10/por-vezes.html' title='Por vezes...'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SuxkNYEnftI/AAAAAAAAAvo/CUUcqwALF1g/s72-c/ajuda%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-382514548173490834</id><published>2009-10-31T15:27:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-10-31T15:38:38.766Z</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY HALLOWEEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SuxZ4Go5U1I/AAAAAAAAAvg/Omn1d6jha84/s1600-h/7550trick[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398788873700070226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 440px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 355px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SuxZ4Go5U1I/AAAAAAAAAvg/Omn1d6jha84/s400/7550trick%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210230400822746139-382514548173490834?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/382514548173490834/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-halloween.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/382514548173490834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/382514548173490834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-halloween.html' title='HAPPY HALLOWEEN'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SuxZ4Go5U1I/AAAAAAAAAvg/Omn1d6jha84/s72-c/7550trick%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-7416303160929844860</id><published>2009-10-26T01:13:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-10-26T01:16:10.510Z</updated><title type='text'>Dançando com a diferença</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SuT35bhUZ3I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1llxq9URy3M/s1600-h/Romeu+e+Julieta[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396710819508807538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SuT35bhUZ3I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1llxq9URy3M/s400/Romeu+e+Julieta%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Simplesmente espectacular, deveria existir mais espectáculos como este, toda a equipa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;está de parabéns. Continuações de um excelente trabalho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210230400822746139-7416303160929844860?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/7416303160929844860/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/10/dancando-com-diferenca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/7416303160929844860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/7416303160929844860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/10/dancando-com-diferenca.html' title='Dançando com a diferença'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SuT35bhUZ3I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/1llxq9URy3M/s72-c/Romeu+e+Julieta%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-4214870938813702906</id><published>2009-10-19T00:17:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T00:59:45.409+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ranking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Stuq9LfNQtI/AAAAAAAAAvI/WonGbQXjEoU/s1600-h/CAMVAUDB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394092946738725586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Stuq9LfNQtI/AAAAAAAAAvI/WonGbQXjEoU/s400/CAMVAUDB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Madeira e Açores têm piores notas do país:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-Nos últimos 10 lugares da lista das 600 escolas do país ordenadas pelo &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PÚBLICO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; da melhor para a pior média nos oito exames do ensino secundários existem 2 estabelecimentos de ensino públicos madeirenses: a escola Básicas2+3 de São Roque, Funchal na 593º posição e a escola do Carmo, Câmara de Lobos, 595ª posição.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A com melhor desempenho é a Secundária Jaime Moniz, Funchal na 164ª posição.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nos Açores a pior posicionada é a B+S de Santa Maria, 585ª posição. Por sua vez a melhor posicionada é a Escola B+S de Velas na 150ª posição.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-No básico privado a escola com melhor média no exame de Matemática na RAM foi o Externato Apresentação de Maria, Funchal (média-4.16) ficando em 3º lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Culpados?&lt;/strong&gt; Como sempre neste país &lt;strong&gt;ninguém&lt;/strong&gt;, neste caso são as razões históricas e culturais, baixos niveis de literacia e probreza. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quando não se culpa alguém culpa-se alguma coisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fonte : Público 17/10/2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/5210230400822746139-4214870938813702906?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/4214870938813702906/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/10/ranking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/4214870938813702906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/4214870938813702906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/10/ranking.html' title='Ranking'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Stuq9LfNQtI/AAAAAAAAAvI/WonGbQXjEoU/s72-c/CAMVAUDB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-921562013415757243</id><published>2009-10-17T14:16:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T14:26:30.080+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Iridologia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/StnFStROVkI/AAAAAAAAAvA/cx1vVSIgbRs/s1600-h/30229666_2[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393558953933035074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 419px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/StnFStROVkI/AAAAAAAAAvA/cx1vVSIgbRs/s400/30229666_2%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/StnFLgudmwI/AAAAAAAAAu4/02lkYH-ql0Q/s1600-h/images[17].jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;A iridologia foi uma invenção de &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ignatz Von Peczely&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, médico hungaro do século 19. A história reza que teve a ideia para este meio de diagnóstico quando encontrou uma semelhança entre os olhos de um homem que tinha partido uma perna e os olhos de um mocho a quem ele tinha partido uma perna anos atrás. A semelhança era um traço escuro. Peczely começou a documentar semelhanças entre as marcas nos olhos e as doenças dos seus pacientes. Um mapa tipico divide o olho em secções, usando a imagem da face de um relógio como base.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;A iridologia baseia-se na presunção de que cada orgão do corpo tem uma correspondência na iris e que se pode determinar se um orgão é ou não saudável examinando a iris em vez do próprio orgão.É praticada por um naturopata, um quiropata, um homeopata ou um acunpurista. Estes vêem a iris como parte a do olho que regula a entrada da luz. A iris é a parte colorida do olho que tem uma abertura contrátil no centro, a pupila, que permite a entrada da luz até à lente que leva os raios de luz ao foco, formando uma imagem na retina onde a luz atinge rodes e cones, causando a estimulaçãodo nervo óptico e transmitindo impressões visuais ao cérebro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210230400822746139-921562013415757243?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/921562013415757243/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/10/iridologia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/921562013415757243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/921562013415757243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/10/iridologia.html' title='Iridologia'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/StnFStROVkI/AAAAAAAAAvA/cx1vVSIgbRs/s72-c/30229666_2%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-6302134421355070961</id><published>2009-10-17T14:12:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T14:26:06.381+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vou-te bater 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/StnDCoVTE3I/AAAAAAAAAuw/NzAnuVXkEwk/s1600-h/Vou-te_bater!2.jpg_gr"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393556478706783090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 402px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 399px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/StnDCoVTE3I/AAAAAAAAAuw/NzAnuVXkEwk/s400/Vou-te_bater!2.jpg_gr" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;“VOU-TE BATER! COMEDY CLUB” estará em cena na Casas das Mudas nos dias 15, 16, 17 e 18 de Outubro, passando depois, a partir do dia 20 do mesmo mês e até ao dia 31 para o Auditório da RDP/Madeira.Sem parar, todos os dias, às 21:30 (excepção feita para a sessão de domingo, dia 18 de Outubro, cuja sessão será às 18h). Prevêem-se sessões duplas no Funchal nos fins-de-semana.O preço dos bilhetes será de 10 Euros.O que é perfeitamente justo uma vez que hoje em dia há quem dê mais do dobro para ver 11 gajos a correr atrás de uma bola, o que, convenhamos, não é coisa que nos faça rir……Ou quem gaste ainda mais para entrar numa discoteca onde nunca conseguirá chegar ao balcão para pedir uma bebida e onde estará condenado a dançar apenas com movimentos dos olhos, sob pena de dar uma cotovelada em alguém e arranjando assim uma confusão endiabrada que dará, certamente, para chorar.…vá lá, 10 Euros é bem pouco. Com a descida constante do EURIBOR, daqui a algum tempo 10 Euros chega e sobra para pagar a prestação da casa. Agora a sério… se achar que 10 euros é muito… “VOU-TE BATER!”COMPRE CULTURA!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210230400822746139-6302134421355070961?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/6302134421355070961/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/10/vou-te-bater-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/6302134421355070961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/6302134421355070961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/10/vou-te-bater-2.html' title='Vou-te bater 2'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/StnDCoVTE3I/AAAAAAAAAuw/NzAnuVXkEwk/s72-c/Vou-te_bater!2.jpg_gr' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-3689010196475603915</id><published>2009-10-12T19:32:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T19:34:58.278+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Zebras</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/StN2ujBUTqI/AAAAAAAAAug/zXAgCObVWZs/s1600-h/images[7].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391783720939441826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/StN2ujBUTqI/AAAAAAAAAug/zXAgCObVWZs/s400/images%5B7%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Zebras are white with black stripes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;or black with white stripes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/5210230400822746139-3689010196475603915?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/3689010196475603915/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/10/zebras.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/3689010196475603915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/3689010196475603915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/10/zebras.html' title='Zebras'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/StN2ujBUTqI/AAAAAAAAAug/zXAgCObVWZs/s72-c/images%5B7%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-2161354762827011829</id><published>2009-10-09T23:29:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T23:48:14.082+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless possible</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Ss-9P1gPg-I/AAAAAAAAAuY/T58AQA5Ptcw/s1600-h/alpha_cen-060713-41cm-6sec-800asa-nz-s[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390735358743774178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 347px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Ss-9P1gPg-I/AAAAAAAAAuY/T58AQA5Ptcw/s400/alpha_cen-060713-41cm-6sec-800asa-nz-s%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Existem pessoas que nos marcam para toda a vida. Hoje estive com uma delas, tenho tanto a lhe agradecer que acho que não viverei anos suficientes para o fazer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parte-se-me o coração é de ver o sufoco em que se encontra e saber que apenas posso ouvir os seus desbafos, não podendo com isso retirar o peso que carrega aos ombros, o vazio dos seus olhos. Fico triste por não poder dar mais que a minha atenção, mais que um abraço, mais que uma palavra de consolo. Queria poder dar muito mais, tanto que nem existem palavras para tal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um abraço do tamanho do mundo e que a estrelhinha olhe sempre por ti.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/5210230400822746139-2161354762827011829?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/2161354762827011829/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/10/wordless-possible.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/2161354762827011829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/2161354762827011829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/10/wordless-possible.html' title='Wordless possible'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Ss-9P1gPg-I/AAAAAAAAAuY/T58AQA5Ptcw/s72-c/alpha_cen-060713-41cm-6sec-800asa-nz-s%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-8166688301229607184</id><published>2009-10-05T23:24:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T23:33:49.257+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Frases Ditas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Ssp0DgxY_II/AAAAAAAAAuI/7e9x-wal9T4/s1600-h/images[86].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389247507787742338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Ssp0DgxY_II/AAAAAAAAAuI/7e9x-wal9T4/s400/images%5B86%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Marques Mendes é um espermatozóide que anda por aí perdido." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Valentim Loureiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Sei que vão sugerir que foi a ter sexo com um porco que apanhei a gripe A. Infekizmente vou sobreviver." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marilyn Manson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;"Mistério das escutas resolvido: descobertos walkie talkies de netos de Cavaco ligados debaixo do sofá grande da sala." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;António Nogueira Leite&lt;/strong&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/5210230400822746139-8166688301229607184?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/8166688301229607184/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/10/frases-ditas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/8166688301229607184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/8166688301229607184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/10/frases-ditas.html' title='Frases Ditas'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Ssp0DgxY_II/AAAAAAAAAuI/7e9x-wal9T4/s72-c/images%5B86%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-5300066553943213228</id><published>2009-10-05T23:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T23:22:27.289+01:00</updated><title type='text'>OPINIÕES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Sspxgzh0fXI/AAAAAAAAAt4/q9ZwyPt3R5M/s1600-h/images[18].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389244712504032626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 84px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Sspxgzh0fXI/AAAAAAAAAt4/q9ZwyPt3R5M/s400/images%5B18%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Sócrates vai ter de negociar (...). Entre o PS e o PSD nasceu um ódio de morte.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só vejo uma solução: a saída de Manuela, substituída por alguém que saiba no minímo conversar"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i, Daniel Amaral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210230400822746139-5300066553943213228?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/5300066553943213228/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/10/opinioes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/5300066553943213228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/5300066553943213228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/10/opinioes.html' title='OPINIÕES'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Sspxgzh0fXI/AAAAAAAAAt4/q9ZwyPt3R5M/s72-c/images%5B18%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-8219474784305758092</id><published>2009-10-05T23:10:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T23:17:02.113+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O ´PAÍS QUE TEMOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SspwIFDgr7I/AAAAAAAAAtw/k5ZOfUClmFA/s1600-h/images[4].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389243188200386482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SspwIFDgr7I/AAAAAAAAAtw/k5ZOfUClmFA/s400/images%5B4%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Em Portugal, quando acontece alguma coisa grave, nunca há culpados. Seis doentes ficaram cegos durante uma intervenção de roina no Hospital de Santa Maria e, vários meses depois, ainda não se sabe bem o que aconteceu - aliás, não se sabe bem nem mal; não se sabe , ponto.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Há muitas hipóteses, claro - em Portugal, hipóteses, suspeitas são coisas que não falta."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;In Sábado nº 283&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210230400822746139-8219474784305758092?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/8219474784305758092/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-pais-que-temos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/8219474784305758092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/8219474784305758092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-pais-que-temos.html' title='O ´PAÍS QUE TEMOS'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SspwIFDgr7I/AAAAAAAAAtw/k5ZOfUClmFA/s72-c/images%5B4%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-8965475039884131493</id><published>2009-10-03T14:01:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T14:13:27.158+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O facebook é algo fantástico, ora vejam só; apartir dos seus questionários descobri que: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SsdL0xntHSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/QTDtMTwnFIo/s1600-h/images[3].jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388358849217240354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 94px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 88px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SsdL0xntHSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/QTDtMTwnFIo/s400/images%5B3%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;o meu casório vai ser em 2012,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SsdMg9y-_eI/AAAAAAAAAtg/7j1pI6FtV8Q/s1600-h/images[18].jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SsdMg9y-_eI/AAAAAAAAAtg/7j1pI6FtV8Q/s1600-h/images[18].jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388359608400018914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 83px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SsdMg9y-_eI/AAAAAAAAAtg/7j1pI6FtV8Q/s400/images%5B18%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;o meu primeiro rebento nascerá a 20 de junho de 2013,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SsdM65jDCoI/AAAAAAAAAto/qm174vMO5jw/s1600-h/images[37].jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388360053936032386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 93px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SsdM65jDCoI/AAAAAAAAAto/qm174vMO5jw/s400/images%5B37%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e que morrerei aos 77 anos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Assim tenho tempo suficiente para organizar tudo, à coisas fantásticas... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210230400822746139-8965475039884131493?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/8965475039884131493/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/10/facebook.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/8965475039884131493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/8965475039884131493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/10/facebook.html' title='Facebook'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SsdL0xntHSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/QTDtMTwnFIo/s72-c/images%5B3%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-8008231488513481961</id><published>2009-09-26T16:54:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T17:00:15.424+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Assim eu vejo a vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt; vida tem duas faces:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Positiva e negativa&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Sr46AgLOY3I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/ewrIOehldyQ/s1600-h/duas_faces[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385805984693117810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Sr46AgLOY3I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/ewrIOehldyQ/s400/duas_faces%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;O passado foi duro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;mas deixou o seu legado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;Saber viver é a grande sabedoria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;Que eu possa dignificar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;Minha condição de mulher,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;Aceitar suas limitações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;E me fazer pedra de segurança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;dos valores que vão desmoronando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;Nasci em tempos rudes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;Aceitei contradições&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;lutas e pedras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;como lições de vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;e delas me sirvo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;Aprendi a viver."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Cora Coralina"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210230400822746139-8008231488513481961?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/8008231488513481961/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/09/assim-eu-vejo-vida.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/8008231488513481961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/8008231488513481961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/09/assim-eu-vejo-vida.html' title='Assim eu vejo a vida'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Sr46AgLOY3I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/ewrIOehldyQ/s72-c/duas_faces%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-3069614511509451413</id><published>2009-09-26T16:42:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T16:47:31.645+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ÁS URNAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Sr42rRiK4jI/AAAAAAAAAtI/jyuwRtlsJWM/s1600-h/Votar[1].png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385802321450689074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Sr42rRiK4jI/AAAAAAAAAtI/jyuwRtlsJWM/s400/Votar%5B1%5D.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LEGISLATIVAS 2009, amanhã vamos todos exercer o nosso dever cívico e votar naquele que acharmos melhor, não deixemos os outros votarem por nós nem decidirem o futuro do país. Vamos exprimir o que a nossa consciência ditar. Vamos votar e lutar contra a abstenção.&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/5210230400822746139-3069614511509451413?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/3069614511509451413/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/09/as-urnas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/3069614511509451413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/3069614511509451413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/09/as-urnas.html' title='ÁS URNAS'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Sr42rRiK4jI/AAAAAAAAAtI/jyuwRtlsJWM/s72-c/Votar%5B1%5D.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-615678420913663293</id><published>2009-09-24T21:16:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T21:19:40.540+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ORIGINALIDADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SrvTpxNOrII/AAAAAAAAAtA/lxOzoU53IsU/s1600-h/coelhinho+elei%C3%A7%C3%B5es+leg+2009[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385130493988482178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SrvTpxNOrII/AAAAAAAAAtA/lxOzoU53IsU/s400/coelhinho%2Belei%25C3%25A7%25C3%25B5es%2Bleg%2B2009%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A campanha do PDN-M está extremamente original, coelhinhos como este estão por toda a cidade do Funchal e o seu carro de campanha (um carro funerário), está demais. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O meu voto pela originalidade.&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/5210230400822746139-615678420913663293?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/615678420913663293/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/09/originalidade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/615678420913663293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/615678420913663293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/09/originalidade.html' title='ORIGINALIDADE'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SrvTpxNOrII/AAAAAAAAAtA/lxOzoU53IsU/s72-c/coelhinho%2Belei%25C3%25A7%25C3%25B5es%2Bleg%2B2009%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-1116512020015686334</id><published>2009-09-24T20:38:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T20:56:18.905+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tachos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SrvOZspYIrI/AAAAAAAAAs4/N6dS9qEyhkA/s1600-h/tachos[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385124720328319666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SrvOZspYIrI/AAAAAAAAAs4/N6dS9qEyhkA/s400/tachos%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Uma vez li num blog &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Na Madeira há mais a servir o tacho, ou mais a servir-se do tacho?",&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; blog esse de alguém que era contra os tachos e as cunhas e que lutava pelos seus ideais de forma correcta, sem tacho. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas as pessoas ás vezes esquecem-se que nunca podem dizer que desta água não beberei, e quando damos por elas já essas pessoas se encontram num local bem colocado, sem muitas chatices e contrariando o que haviam dito, que não se iriam meter por essas vias. Mas a verdade é que isso aconteceu, fartaram-se da sua profissão de docente porque acham que as coisas já não são as mesmas; pois está claro que não são, as gerações mudam, afinal tudo muda, estamos em constante mudança.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Achei ainda mais interessante uma afirmação feita num discurso de um elemento do SPM que passo a transcrever: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"O trabalho docente deixou de ser um trabalho especificamente pedagógico, para ser um trabalho de entertainer e de animador, ou ainda pior, um trabalho burocratizado, como se de&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; funcionários administrativos&lt;/span&gt; se tratasse, sem qualquer tipo de depreciação para quem executa tais tarefas." .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mesmo tendo proferido as últimas palavras será correcto fazer tal comparação, serão os funcionários administrativos menos pessoas que os docentes, será que o seu trabalho é inferior aos dos docentes, será que os docentes não necessitam desse tipo de funcionários, e já agora pergunto-me a quê ou a quem não comparará os assistentes operacionais?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ao fim de contas vivemos num país de tachos!!!&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/5210230400822746139-1116512020015686334?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/1116512020015686334/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/09/tachos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/1116512020015686334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/1116512020015686334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/09/tachos.html' title='Tachos'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SrvOZspYIrI/AAAAAAAAAs4/N6dS9qEyhkA/s72-c/tachos%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-6768271115743734043</id><published>2009-09-22T10:23:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T10:29:47.429+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Novo ano lectivo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SriY7-TjssI/AAAAAAAAAso/8DZ0cpuoLLA/s1600-h/volta_as_aulas1[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384221510626161346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 342px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SriY7-TjssI/AAAAAAAAAso/8DZ0cpuoLLA/s400/volta_as_aulas1%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E já começou mais um novo ano lectivo com a euforia que já nos é familiar. São muitas novidades para contar entre os alunos sobre o que fizeram nas férias. É o conhecer de novos colegas, É o anadr meio desorientado á procura das salas e dos novos professores. É um novo ano com caras novas para irmos conhecendo aos poucos. Que seja um bom ano, sem muitas confusões.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210230400822746139-6768271115743734043?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/6768271115743734043/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/09/novo-ano-lectivo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/6768271115743734043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/6768271115743734043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/09/novo-ano-lectivo.html' title='Novo ano lectivo'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SriY7-TjssI/AAAAAAAAAso/8DZ0cpuoLLA/s72-c/volta_as_aulas1%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-6805445194306177707</id><published>2009-09-15T18:07:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T18:14:21.740+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gripe Suína...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Sq_KClBPILI/AAAAAAAAAsg/hqZJNwiZhFg/s1600-h/image001c.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381742225376878770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 344px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Sq_KClBPILI/AAAAAAAAAsg/hqZJNwiZhFg/s400/image001c.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Agora não se passa um dia sem falar da gripe H1N1, e das medidas de prevenção, e a todo o sítio que vamos tem panfletos, até nos centros comerciais já têm um desinfectante á entrada, eu cá já tou cansada de ouvir sempre o mesmo assumto que o que mais vale mesmo é brincar com ele.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Eu cá saberei quando apanhar o vírus: é quendo ficar cor de rosa e com focinho de porco tipo a Miss Piggy dos marretas. É sempre mais uma maneira da Secretaria da Saúde ganhar uns trocos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/5210230400822746139-6805445194306177707?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/6805445194306177707/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/09/gripe-suina.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/6805445194306177707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/6805445194306177707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/09/gripe-suina.html' title='Gripe Suína...'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Sq_KClBPILI/AAAAAAAAAsg/hqZJNwiZhFg/s72-c/image001c.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-9116257416385200128</id><published>2009-09-15T17:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T18:02:06.063+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Piercings e Tattoo´s</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Sq_IZD3VnLI/AAAAAAAAAsY/bEyx9pIf9Mg/s1600-h/Scene+Scene+Tattoos+and+Piercings[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381740412590726322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Sq_IZD3VnLI/AAAAAAAAAsY/bEyx9pIf9Mg/s400/Scene+Scene+Tattoos+and+Piercings%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aos que têm acompanhado as cartas do leitor do DN-MADEIRA terão certamente lido as cartas enviadas para o Virgilio a ofênde-lo por causa de um piercing que pelos vistos causou infecção numa miúda e a sua mãe de nome Alice achou por bem chamar-lhe todos os nomes e outras coisas mais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas vejamos uma coisa, quando a miúda fez o piercing não teria consciência dos riscos que corria, ou então a senhora sua mãe??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É que não é só fazer e andar por aí a exibi-lo não tendo as devidas precauções durante um certo período de tempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em relação ás tatuagens a referida senhora diz que os cristãos não aceitam tatuagens, e sendo assim piercings aceitam??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não entendi ainda o porquê desta mentalidade retrógada das pessoas, em que quem tem uma tattoo é uma mulher sem caracter, sem vergonha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E digo isto não porque também tenho uma, digo-o porque as pessoas são livres de fazer o que bem entenderem do seu corpo não sendo por isso uma pessoa do mal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenham é consciência antes de fazer as coisas porque embora já se possa removê-las a lazer um atatuagem é uma coisa que tem de ser muito ponderada, e eu costumo dizer que é a única coisa que tenho que durará a minha vida toda,que dura mais que um casamento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por isso pensem bem para depois não andarem a ofender o bom trabalho que é feito pelo srº Virgilio, com toda a higiene e segurança, e não pensem só no anates e no durante, pensem também no depois e nos cuidados a ter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210230400822746139-9116257416385200128?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/9116257416385200128/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/09/piercings-e-tattoos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/9116257416385200128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/9116257416385200128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/09/piercings-e-tattoos.html' title='Piercings e Tattoo´s'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Sq_IZD3VnLI/AAAAAAAAAsY/bEyx9pIf9Mg/s72-c/Scene+Scene+Tattoos+and+Piercings%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-885098701362521936</id><published>2009-09-13T01:21:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T01:22:44.077+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Paking :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Sqw7QslFiVI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/hbUtf0JEBXw/s1600-h/packing_5%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380740812831557970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Sqw7QslFiVI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/hbUtf0JEBXw/s400/packing_5%5B1%5D.jpg" /&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/5210230400822746139-885098701362521936?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/885098701362521936/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/09/paking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/885098701362521936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/885098701362521936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/09/paking.html' title='Paking :('/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Sqw7QslFiVI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/hbUtf0JEBXw/s72-c/packing_5%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-566589914446007509</id><published>2009-09-12T04:01:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T04:06:37.139+01:00</updated><title type='text'>QUASE NO FIM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SqsPw7eeTlI/AAAAAAAAAsI/MMbxV_sm33w/s1600-h/gato%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 271px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380411513097834066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SqsPw7eeTlI/AAAAAAAAAsI/MMbxV_sm33w/s400/gato%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Para minha grande tristeza as férias estão a terminar, mas esta semana valeu, mesmo com o cansaço aue levamos para recomeçar a trabalhar, ai soninho  para pôr em dia.&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/5210230400822746139-566589914446007509?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/566589914446007509/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/09/quase-no-fim.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/566589914446007509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/566589914446007509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/09/quase-no-fim.html' title='QUASE NO FIM'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SqsPw7eeTlI/AAAAAAAAAsI/MMbxV_sm33w/s72-c/gato%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-304067752667986266</id><published>2009-09-07T18:46:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T18:56:53.606+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fui...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SqVIEaJvSYI/AAAAAAAAAsA/ygIO5ikNa2c/s1600-h/fÃ©rias[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378784570540771714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SqVIEaJvSYI/AAAAAAAAAsA/ygIO5ikNa2c/s400/f%25C3%25A9rias%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que bom é poder dizer vou de férias, quando a maioria diz estou de regresso ao trabalho. Serão uns diazinhos bem merecidos em paz e fora da ilhota. Parto de sorriso estampado da cara e depois venho com aquela expressão: que rápido,já terminaram,de volta ao trabalho : (&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por isso vou aproveitar ao máximo. Até á vista.&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/5210230400822746139-304067752667986266?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/304067752667986266/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/09/fui.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/304067752667986266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/304067752667986266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/09/fui.html' title='Fui...'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SqVIEaJvSYI/AAAAAAAAAsA/ygIO5ikNa2c/s72-c/f%25C3%25A9rias%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-984964188941539130</id><published>2009-08-26T13:20:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T13:43:21.131+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sou Feliz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SpUs14rp57I/AAAAAAAAAro/z0roX2va0pM/s1600-h/Italia+128[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374251034596730802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 407px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SpUs14rp57I/AAAAAAAAAro/z0roX2va0pM/s320/Italia+128%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ser feliz é reconhecer que vale a pena viver apesar de todos os desafios, incompreensões e períodos de crise. Ser feliz é deixar de ser vítima dos problemas e se tornar um autor da própria história. É atravessar desertos fora de si, mas ser capaz de encontrar um oásis no recôndito da sua alma. É agradecer a Deus a cada manhã pelo milagre da vida. Ser feliz é não ter medo dos próprios sentimentos. É saber falar de si mesmo. É ter coragem para ouvir um "não". É ter segurança para receber uma crítica, mesmo que injusta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A felicidade é um bem que se multiplica ao ser dividido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Pedras no caminho? Guardo todas, um dia vou construir um castelo..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Apenas sei que presentemente sou &lt;strong&gt;FELIZ!!! &lt;/strong&gt;E que aos poucos vou construindo o meu castelo com as pedras que guardei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210230400822746139-984964188941539130?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/984964188941539130/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/08/sou-feliz.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/984964188941539130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/984964188941539130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/08/sou-feliz.html' title='Sou Feliz'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SpUs14rp57I/AAAAAAAAAro/z0roX2va0pM/s72-c/Italia+128%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-6599709964092427442</id><published>2009-08-16T11:27:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T22:07:41.277+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SoxpfWaBo6I/AAAAAAAAArg/B94uONXWh1A/s1600-h/recem_nascido_zorate[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371784442857759650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SoxpfWaBo6I/AAAAAAAAArg/B94uONXWh1A/s400/recem_nascido_zorate%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parabéns á Mamã Fátima e ao Papá Páscoa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pelo nascimento da sua Maria. Felicidades!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5210230400822746139-6599709964092427442?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/6599709964092427442/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/08/parabens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/6599709964092427442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/6599709964092427442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/08/parabens.html' title='Parabéns...'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SoxpfWaBo6I/AAAAAAAAArg/B94uONXWh1A/s72-c/recem_nascido_zorate%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-1156126540287125015</id><published>2009-08-16T11:08:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T11:25:05.238+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudade</title><content type='html'>Tu, quem vi crescer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o menino que dizia "garage"&lt;br /&gt;o menino que nos marcava golos&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Sofd760vs-I/AAAAAAAAAqo/sorKbURk8Fw/s1600-h/normal_72681_photo[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370505102135112674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Sofd760vs-I/AAAAAAAAAqo/sorKbURk8Fw/s320/normal_72681_photo%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(eramos uns franguistas);&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o menino magricelas que&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cresceu e tornou-se num rapaz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que adorava tocar guitarra,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que idolatrava o SLB&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que muitas vezes dizia para&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;não stressar porque a vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;era demasiado curta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E infelizmente foi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tu, quem vi crescer, sem aviso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;também te vi partir de forma cruel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deixaste-nos faz um ano sem percebermos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;porquê,porquê tu, porquê assim, porquê??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estas são as perguntas que ficaram sem resposta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O tempo passa, mas é difícil acreditar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;é difícil aceitar, é difícil fazer o luto,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É difícil...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tu, eras e sempre serás o nosso menino Litos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Até amanhã.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210230400822746139-1156126540287125015?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/1156126540287125015/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/08/saudade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/1156126540287125015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/1156126540287125015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/08/saudade.html' title='Saudade'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Sofd760vs-I/AAAAAAAAAqo/sorKbURk8Fw/s72-c/normal_72681_photo%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-1544940872607415660</id><published>2009-08-04T23:49:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T00:09:12.571+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Viver.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Sni_UX9aCMI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/5ValcFZ9_58/s1600-h/BagozziSocialProgramaSaberViver02[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366249312761809090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 452px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Sni_UX9aCMI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/5ValcFZ9_58/s400/BagozziSocialProgramaSaberViver02%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As pessoas andam para lá e para cá. Não! Não, elas não andam, CORREM!Correm com o intuito de manter a si próprio e a outros também, para assim viverem melhor!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Viver melhor? As pessoas não vivem!Sobrevivem! Eu também já fui assim, não vivia , apenas sobrevivia. Que erro...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na correria da vida deixamos de perceber a luz do sol iluminando o dia,a chuva que cai e refresca a nossa pele,a s árvores que balançam com o vento e nos fornecem a sombra.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Às vezes desprezamos momentos da nossa vida e até pessoas que são importantes e que devem ser sentidos, percebidos e vividos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O tempo não volta atrás.O presente logo será passado,o passado já foi presente e o futuro também será presente um dia.Por que não vivenciar, aproveitar, fazer valer mais a pena esse PRESENTE, E VIVER!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;E como escreveu CHARLIE CHAPLIN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Quando me amei de verdade, compreendi que em qualquer circunstância, eu estava no lugar certo, na hora certa, no momento exacto.E então, pude relaxar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje sei que isso tem nome…Auto-estima.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando me amei de verdade, pude perceber que minha angústia, meu sofrimento emocional, não passa de um sinal de que estou indo contra minhas verdades.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje sei que isso é…Autenticidade.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando me amei de verdade, parei de desejar que a minha vida fosse diferente e comecei a ver que tudo o que acontece contribui para o meu crescimento.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje chamo isso de… Amadurecimento.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando me amei de verdade, comecei a perceber como é ofensivo tentar forçar alguma situação ou alguém apenas para realizar aquilo que desejo, mesmo sabendo que não é o momento ou a pessoa não está preparada, inclusive eu mesmo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje sei que o nome disso é… Respeito.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando me amei de verdade comecei a me livrar de tudo que não fosse saudável… Pessoas, tarefas, tudo e qualquer coisa que me pusesse para baixo. De início minha razão chamou essa atitude de egoísmo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje sei que se chama… Amor-próprio.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando me amei de verdade, deixei de temer o meu tempo livre e desisti de fazer grandes planos, abandonei os projetos megalômanos de futuro.Hoje faço o que acho certo, o que gosto, quando quero e no meu próprio ritmo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje sei que isso é… Simplicidade.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando me amei de verdade, desisti de querer sempre ter razão e, com isso, errei menos vezes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje descobri a… Humildade.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando me amei de verdade, desisti de ficar revivendo o passado e de me preocupar com o futuro. Agora, me mantenho no presente, que é onde a vida acontece.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje vivo um dia de cada vez. Isso é…Plenitude.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando me amei de verdade, percebi que minha mente pode me atormentar e me decepcionar. Mas quando a coloco a serviço do meu coração, ela se torna uma grande e valiosa aliada.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tudo isso é… Saber viver!!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/5210230400822746139-1544940872607415660?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/1544940872607415660/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/08/viver.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/1544940872607415660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/1544940872607415660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/08/viver.html' title='Viver.'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Sni_UX9aCMI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/5ValcFZ9_58/s72-c/BagozziSocialProgramaSaberViver02%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-7194883282040815400</id><published>2009-07-21T23:08:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T23:20:33.288+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amizade é tudo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SmY-NodD2OI/AAAAAAAAAqI/NKcld7Q4ICM/s1600-h/estrada[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361040810349680866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 322px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SmY-NodD2OI/AAAAAAAAAqI/NKcld7Q4ICM/s400/estrada%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Certos amigos são indispensáveis, simples&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;como aquela estradinha de terra no interior,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;onde do alto da colina podemos avistá-la inteirinha,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sabemos onde podemos ir e onde podemos chegar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;são transparentes e confiáveis. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Outros, acabaram de chegar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;como estradas que só conhecemos pelo Guia,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e vamos nos aventurando sem saber muito bem seus limites&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;é um caminho desconhecido,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas que sempre vale a pena trilhar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tem amigos que lembram aquelas estradas vicinais,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que pouco usamos, pouco vemos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas sabemos que quando precisarmos, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ela estará lá,poderemos passar e cortar caminho,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mesmo distante, estão sempre em nossa memória.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por certo, também existem amigos que infelizmente,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lembram aquelas estradas maravilhosas,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;com pistas largas e asfalto sempre novo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas que enganam o motorista,pois são cheias de curvas perigosas,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e quando você menos espera…é traido pela confiança excessiva.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E existem amigos que são como aquelas estradas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que desapareceram, não existem mais,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas que sempre ligam a nossa emoção até a saudade,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;saudade de uma paisagem, um pedaço daquela estrada,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que deixou marcas profundas em nosso coração.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Foram, mas ficaram impregnados em nossa alma.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E na viagem da vida, que pode ser longa ou curta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;amigos são mais do que estradas,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;são placas que indicam a direção,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e naqueles momentos em que mais precisamos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;por vezes são o nosso próprio chão.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/5210230400822746139-7194883282040815400?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/7194883282040815400/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/07/amizade-e-tudo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/7194883282040815400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Needing Holidays!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Sl-icyIbj3I/AAAAAAAAAp4/frdOo64znRM/s1600-h/DSCF4437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359180696971349874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Sl-icyIbj3I/AAAAAAAAAp4/frdOo64znRM/s400/DSCF4437.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/5210230400822746139-6525369847653448804?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/6525369847653448804/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/07/needing-holidays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/6525369847653448804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/6525369847653448804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/07/needing-holidays.html' title='Needing Holidays!!!'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Sl-icyIbj3I/AAAAAAAAAp4/frdOo64znRM/s72-c/DSCF4437.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-4335114998826637061</id><published>2009-07-14T21:56:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T22:16:05.759+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lágrimas ocultas</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se me ponho a cismar em outras eras&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em que ri e cantei, em que era querida,&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Slz1Nt35ifI/AAAAAAAAApw/SxxIFoIBqaE/s1600-h/28327[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358427272665205234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Slz1Nt35ifI/AAAAAAAAApw/SxxIFoIBqaE/s400/28327%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parece-me que foi noutras esferas,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parece-me que foi numa outra vida...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E a minha triste boca dolorida,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que dantes tinha o rir das primaveras,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esbate as linhas graves e severas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E cai num abandono de esquecida!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E fico, pensativa, olhando o vago...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Toma a brandura plácida dum lago&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O meu rosto de monja de marfim...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E as lágrimas que choro, branca e calma,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ninguém as vê brotar dentro da alma!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ninguém as vê cair dentro de mim!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&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/5210230400822746139-4335114998826637061?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Slz1Nt35ifI/AAAAAAAAApw/SxxIFoIBqaE/s72-c/28327%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-7343374171299761203</id><published>2009-07-14T21:12:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T21:48:27.325+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cicatrizes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Slzu7tHhY-I/AAAAAAAAApo/Is6pOuRtBLI/s1600-h/deepest%20scars2_web[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358420366154884066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Slzu7tHhY-I/AAAAAAAAApo/Is6pOuRtBLI/s400/deepest%2520scars2_web%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Após a montagem de uma parte estou de regresso.E porquê apenas uma parte?! Porque no puzzle da vida as peças nunca acabam. Deixei apenas o passado encaixado, pois esse não volta mais. Doeu arrumar determinadas coisas, doeu fechar a porta e saber que já não se abrirá, doeu deixar o amor da vida por detrás dessa porta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sarei as feridas de um passado recente ficando as cicatrizes, cicatrizes essas que representam um momento da minha vida, são o mapa da minha alma. Umas superficiais outras profundas, aprenderei com o tempo a amá-las pois estas também são eternas.&lt;/em&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/5210230400822746139-7343374171299761203?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/7343374171299761203/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/07/cicatrizes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/7343374171299761203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/7343374171299761203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/07/cicatrizes.html' title='Cicatrizes'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Slzu7tHhY-I/AAAAAAAAApo/Is6pOuRtBLI/s72-c/deepest%2520scars2_web%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-8963597051988565760</id><published>2009-06-24T19:36:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T19:56:55.353+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Peças Soltas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SkJyJ71tIPI/AAAAAAAAApg/k2OE9qoXMIA/s1600-h/puzzle_pieces[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350964822276907250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SkJyJ71tIPI/AAAAAAAAApg/k2OE9qoXMIA/s400/puzzle_pieces%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As peças do puzzle não encaixam, por muito que eu as misture e remisture, por muito que eu as baralhe e volte a organizar. Já mudei tantas vezes e no fim, o resultado é sempre o mesmo… sobra o espaço vazio.&lt;br /&gt;Há qualquer coisas de errado, por isso é tempo de parar, juntar tudo e arrumar cada peça no seu lugar, até tudo ficar completo.&lt;br /&gt;Por agora retiro-me, regressando quando todas as peças se encaixarem, não sobrando nem faltando alguma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210230400822746139-8963597051988565760?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/8963597051988565760/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/06/pecas-soltas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/8963597051988565760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/8963597051988565760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/06/pecas-soltas.html' title='Peças Soltas'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SkJyJ71tIPI/AAAAAAAAApg/k2OE9qoXMIA/s72-c/puzzle_pieces%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-7335077987734145579</id><published>2009-06-24T19:06:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T19:13:34.178+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Black in white?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SkJrhu7eYjI/AAAAAAAAApY/bR2y-bSEHjw/s1600-h/565090yjmbo526or[1].gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350957534546911794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SkJrhu7eYjI/AAAAAAAAApY/bR2y-bSEHjw/s400/565090yjmbo526or%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Why it must be always black in white??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Well I decided to change that, putting some grey and will see what happens.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210230400822746139-7335077987734145579?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/7335077987734145579/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/06/black-in-white.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/7335077987734145579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/7335077987734145579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/06/black-in-white.html' title='Black in white?'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SkJrhu7eYjI/AAAAAAAAApY/bR2y-bSEHjw/s72-c/565090yjmbo526or%5B1%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-5765075713527292785</id><published>2009-06-20T18:02:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T00:06:41.268+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tattoo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Sj0Wt_Q8gqI/AAAAAAAAApI/OBUGfCczPEg/s1600-h/SV501238.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349456911718449826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Sj0Wt_Q8gqI/AAAAAAAAApI/OBUGfCczPEg/s400/SV501238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Eis a minha mais recente aquisição, fi-la porque tem um significado muito especial para mim. E antes que haja equívocos explico o porquê da escolha de borboletas:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- A principal mensagem simbólica da borboleta é: criar, transformar, mudar, ter coragem de aceitar e símbolo de novo começo, da alma, do renascimento e imortalidade.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;" O poder da borboleta é como o ar, é a habilidade de conhecer a mente e de mudá-la, é a arte da transformação."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E não podia deixar de agradecer a quem fez o desenho para tatuar: Johnny Santos. Obrigada!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210230400822746139-5765075713527292785?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/5765075713527292785/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/06/tattoo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/5765075713527292785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/5765075713527292785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/06/tattoo.html' title='Tattoo!'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Sj0Wt_Q8gqI/AAAAAAAAApI/OBUGfCczPEg/s72-c/SV501238.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-8457775495351451807</id><published>2009-06-18T23:16:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T22:17:10.557+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Sjq9ty5aIyI/AAAAAAAAApA/KKrL80M49ZM/s1600-h/countdown_3[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348796101910209314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Sjq9ty5aIyI/AAAAAAAAApA/KKrL80M49ZM/s400/countdown_3%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...DAYS LEFT TO....&lt;/strong&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/5210230400822746139-8457775495351451807?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/8457775495351451807/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/06/contdown.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/8457775495351451807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/8457775495351451807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/06/contdown.html' title='Countdown'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Sjq9ty5aIyI/AAAAAAAAApA/KKrL80M49ZM/s72-c/countdown_3%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-1654239176733219028</id><published>2009-06-16T20:19:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T20:43:34.790+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Poder e Frontalidade!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Sjf1jz0Q49I/AAAAAAAAAow/L5we70LCUw4/s1600-h/images[26].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348013078079398866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Sjf1jz0Q49I/AAAAAAAAAow/L5we70LCUw4/s400/images%5B26%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Poder&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - (do &lt;a href="http://dicionario.babylon.com/latim#!!9G2CGKRAUE"&gt;latim&lt;/a&gt; potere) é, literalmente, o &lt;a href="http://dicionario.babylon.com/direito#!!9G2CGKRAUE"&gt;direito&lt;/a&gt; de deliberar, agir e mandar e também, dependendo do contexto, a faculdade de exercer a &lt;a href="http://dicionario.babylon.com/autoridade#!!9G2CGKRAUE"&gt;autoridade&lt;/a&gt;, a soberania, ou o império de dada circunstância ou a posse do domínio, da influência ou da força.&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;a href="http://dicionario.babylon.com/sociologia#!!9G2CGKRAUE"&gt;sociologia&lt;/a&gt; define poder, geralmente, como a habilidade de impor a sua vontade sobre os outros, mesmo se estes resistirem de alguma maneira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E hoje foi mais um dos muito dias em que concordo plenamente com a definição da sociologia dada ao poder. Existem cada vez mais pessoas sedentas de poder, e as que já o têm acham-se donos da verdade e da razão, do quero, posso e mando. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E depois ainda têm a lata de falar em&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;frontalidade&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;e em ser frontais,mas quando se lhes espera uma tomada de posição acerca de uma polémica qualquer, apertam as nádegas e olham por cima do ombro revelando uma hipocrisia da pior espécie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A mim parece-me que ,aquilo que julgam ser frontalidade não passa de um estilo diferente para o cinismo. Poupem-me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É por dias assim e por certas e determinadas pessoas que digo cada vez com mais certeza : "Quanto mais conheço as pessoas mais gosto dos animais."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210230400822746139-1654239176733219028?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/1654239176733219028/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/06/poder-e-frontalidade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/1654239176733219028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/1654239176733219028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/06/poder-e-frontalidade.html' title='Poder e Frontalidade!!!'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Sjf1jz0Q49I/AAAAAAAAAow/L5we70LCUw4/s72-c/images%5B26%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-338355939942562033</id><published>2009-06-13T15:36:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T15:55:37.005+01:00</updated><title type='text'>TEMPO!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SjO8uQj1EgI/AAAAAAAAAog/J1WNdv8DdzA/s1600-h/IroniaDoTempo[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346824685524161026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SjO8uQj1EgI/AAAAAAAAAog/J1WNdv8DdzA/s400/IroniaDoTempo%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; Viver intensamente, amar intensamente. Nós pensamos sempre que temos tempo, mas não é verdade. Um dia tomamos consciência de que transpusemos o ponto de não retorno e que já não podemos voltar atrás. O momento em que nos apercebemos que deixámos passar a nossa oportunidade...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Passam os anos e por vezes damos por nós a olhar para trás e dizer como queria voltar ao passado para mudar certas coisas;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;- ter passado mais tempo com quem gostamos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;- ter ligado somente para saber como alguém estava,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;- ter dito mais vezes gosto de ti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;- ter sido mais compreensiva e tolerante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;- ter feito ou não determinadas coisas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;- simplesmente ter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Mas o certo é que não podemos, podemos sim é nos lembramos destas coisas e no presente não errar tanto, ou dar mais valor ás coisas, porque o tempo nunca pára.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O tempo perguntou ao tempo quanto tempo o tempo tem! O tempo respondeu ao tempo que o tempo tem tanto tempo quanto  tempo o tempo tem! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210230400822746139-338355939942562033?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/338355939942562033/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/06/tempo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/338355939942562033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/338355939942562033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/06/tempo.html' title='TEMPO!!!'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SjO8uQj1EgI/AAAAAAAAAog/J1WNdv8DdzA/s72-c/IroniaDoTempo%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-6984385281480672752</id><published>2009-06-13T15:26:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T15:34:12.950+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pegadas na Areia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SjO4Q12BNSI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/-yMyYeGXBEc/s1600-h/pegadas+na+areia[1].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346819782089979170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SjO4Q12BNSI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/-yMyYeGXBEc/s400/pegadas+na+areia%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Uma noite eu tive um sonho.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sonhei que estava andando na praia com o Senhor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e através do Céu, passavam cenas da minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;Para cada cena que se passava, percebi que eram deixados&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dois pares de pegadas na areia;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um era meu e o outro do Senhor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando a última cena da minha vida passou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diante de nós, olhei para trás, para as pegadas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na areia e notei que muitas vezes, no caminho da&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minha vida havia apenas um par de pegadas na areia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Notei também, que isso aconteceu nos momentos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mais difíceis e angustiosos do meu viver.&lt;br /&gt;Isso entristeceu-me deveras, e perguntei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Então ao Senhor."- Senhor, Tu me disseste que, uma vez&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que eu resolvi Te seguir, Tu andarias sempre comigo, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;todo o caminho mas, notei que&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;durante as maiores atribulações do meu viver&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;havia na areia dos caminhos da vida,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;apenas um par de pegadas.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não compreendo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;porque nas horas que mais necessitava de Ti,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tu me deixastes."&lt;br /&gt;O Senhor me respondeu:"- Meu precioso filho.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu te amo e&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jamais te deixaria nas horas da tua prova&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e do teu sofrimento.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando vistes na areia, apenas um par de pegadas, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;foi exactamente aí que EU,nos braços...Te carreguei."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;By Margaret Powers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210230400822746139-6984385281480672752?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/6984385281480672752/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/06/pegadas-na-areia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/6984385281480672752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/6984385281480672752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/06/pegadas-na-areia.html' title='Pegadas na Areia'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SjO4Q12BNSI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/-yMyYeGXBEc/s72-c/pegadas+na+areia%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-6265327119927106236</id><published>2009-06-11T00:25:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:47:29.462+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Preciso...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SjBE_iMdo7I/AAAAAAAAAoI/NwYUndlkW-c/s1600-h/CA898PAV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345848615990305714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 114px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 94px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SjBE_iMdo7I/AAAAAAAAAoI/NwYUndlkW-c/s400/CA898PAV.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...de saídas com o pessoal,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SjBEaMSVMbI/AAAAAAAAAoA/Rt-Ao-YL1ro/s1600-h/CACGC2IS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345847974454178226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SjBEaMSVMbI/AAAAAAAAAoA/Rt-Ao-YL1ro/s400/CACGC2IS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ... de relaxar a ver o pôr do sol,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SjBECwbCGII/AAAAAAAAAn4/FYc3sgtInVs/s1600-h/images[42].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345847571837491330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SjBECwbCGII/AAAAAAAAAn4/FYc3sgtInVs/s400/images%5B42%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ... de uns drinks á beira da praia,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SjBDMvdTD0I/AAAAAAAAAnw/-cujLEkutGg/s1600-h/CAMLE963.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345846643865620290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 91px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SjBDMvdTD0I/AAAAAAAAAnw/-cujLEkutGg/s400/CAMLE963.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...de descansar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SjBCkpk7JxI/AAAAAAAAAno/iFykksEmmE8/s1600-h/CAE7C3P2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345845955092227858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 78px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SjBCkpk7JxI/AAAAAAAAAno/iFykksEmmE8/s400/CAE7C3P2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...de umas idas ao SPA,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SjBCDW74DhI/AAAAAAAAAng/iLPfoLf_CFI/s1600-h/ferias1-thumb[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345845383152537106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SjBCDW74DhI/AAAAAAAAAng/iLPfoLf_CFI/s400/ferias1-thumb%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ... enfim preciso de férias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e de boa vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mereço tudo isto, pois ultimamente é só trabalho acompanhado de muito cansaço físico e psicológico, e de fisioterapia que me deixa de rastos e toda dolorida, é pura tortura : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210230400822746139-6265327119927106236?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/6265327119927106236/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/06/preciso.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/6265327119927106236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/6265327119927106236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/06/preciso.html' title='Preciso...'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SjBE_iMdo7I/AAAAAAAAAoI/NwYUndlkW-c/s72-c/CA898PAV.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-6361250999977538036</id><published>2009-06-11T00:10:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:25:44.686+01:00</updated><title type='text'>As Intermitências da Morte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SjBAJDfJk7I/AAAAAAAAAnY/76CuwG5rzE0/s1600-h/death[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345843281987736498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SjBAJDfJk7I/AAAAAAAAAnY/76CuwG5rzE0/s400/death%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;De cara para o escuro. Sem ver. Com a terra ou o fogo por cima, com o peso da mármore. Na surdina dos choros, dos maiores ou menores prantos. Ausência de dor, em corpo sem sentidos ou emoções, deixando de ser pensante. Com esperança de luz e de paraíso, de inferno e de rios de lava, ou de interruptor. A morte é certa. Actua como o fecho, o selo, de um livro, com os seus pontos literários altos e outros baixos, com a eventualidade – inerente a todos – de ser revisto, relido, mas que depois de reposto na prateleira, fechado, mais de lá não sai. Teimosamente. «No dia seguinte ninguém morreu.»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;De José SARAMAGO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Embora, até à data não tenha sido fã de José Saramago, este livro prendeu-me a atenção e devo dizer que é o primeiro deste autor que vou ler por completo.&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/5210230400822746139-6361250999977538036?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/6361250999977538036/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/06/as-intermitencias-da-morte.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/6361250999977538036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/6361250999977538036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/06/as-intermitencias-da-morte.html' title='As Intermitências da Morte'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SjBAJDfJk7I/AAAAAAAAAnY/76CuwG5rzE0/s72-c/death%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-2799133173106288100</id><published>2009-06-10T23:54:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:09:20.654+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns...e...Obrigada.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SjA82jyt1zI/AAAAAAAAAnI/3m-nB_ld8jE/s1600-h/chapeu+de+formatura[1].png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345839665707341618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SjA82jyt1zI/AAAAAAAAAnI/3m-nB_ld8jE/s400/chapeu+de+formatura%5B1%5D.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;E não é de aniversário, parabéns por conseguires, fiquei mesmo feliz, deixa que te diga que foi a melhor notícia que recebi nos últimos tempos, podes sempre comigo se precisares. E obrigado por me ligares a contar. Tens muito caminho pela frente, mas já sabes, tou aqui para ajudar e apoiar, sempre, tal como tu fazes comigo. Um ABRAÇO.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210230400822746139-2799133173106288100?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/2799133173106288100/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/06/parabenseobrigada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/2799133173106288100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/2799133173106288100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/06/parabenseobrigada.html' title='Parabéns...e...Obrigada.'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SjA82jyt1zI/AAAAAAAAAnI/3m-nB_ld8jE/s72-c/chapeu+de+formatura%5B1%5D.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-6532355002146776253</id><published>2009-06-07T01:08:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T01:16:51.532+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amigo e colega!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; Colega:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;nunca te viu chorar;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Amigo:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;teve sempre um ombro para tu chorares;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Colega:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;nunca pede nada para beber e comer;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Amigo:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;abre o armário e sente-se em casa;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Colega:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;pede-te para escreveres o teu número de telefone;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Amigo:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;pergunta-te o nº telefone dele (porque não se lembra)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Colega:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;pede alguma coisa emprestada e devolve uns dias depois;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Amigo:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;tem um guarda-roupa cheio de coisas tuas;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Colega:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;sabe algumas coisas sobre ti;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Amigo:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;poderia escrever a tua biografia;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Colega:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;não fica contigo se as outras pessoas não ficarem;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Amigo:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;fica sempre contigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Colegas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;tenho muitos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;amigos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;poucos mas bons e dos quais me orgulho muito.&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/5210230400822746139-6532355002146776253?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/6532355002146776253/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/06/amigo-e-colega.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/6532355002146776253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/6532355002146776253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/06/amigo-e-colega.html' title='Amigo e colega!!!!'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-2968644086574205761</id><published>2009-06-07T00:53:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T01:06:23.990+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Em tempo de eleições...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SisEQYonpbI/AAAAAAAAAm4/fEDfUarO0_A/s1600-h/socrates--2-thumb[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344370062342464946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SisEQYonpbI/AAAAAAAAAm4/fEDfUarO0_A/s400/socrates--2-thumb%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a title="http://dooutromundo.blogspot.com/2009/05/sabedoria-popular-para-2009.html&amp;#10;CTRL + Click to follow link" href="http://dooutromundo.blogspot.com/2009/05/sabedoria-popular-para-2009.html" target="_blank"&gt;Sabedoria Popular para 2009...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1DpwrKgQWM0/Sg1ayM2d6VI/AAAAAAAAHbc/G1Gdedzy_uo/s1600-h/SÃ³crates+papel.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quem te avisa, teu amigo/a é...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em Janeiro sobe ao outeiro; se vires verdejar, põe-te a cantar, se vires Sócrates, põe-te a chorar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;Quem vai ao mar avia-se em terra; quem vota Sócrates, mais cedo se enterra.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;3)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sócrates a rir em Janeiro, é sinal de pouco dinheiro.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;4)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;Quem anda à chuva molha-se; quem vota Sócrates lixa-se.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;5)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ladrão que rouba a ladrão tem cem anos de perdão; parvo que vota em Sócrates, tem cem anos de aflição.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;6)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;Gaivotas em terra temporal no mar; Sócrates em Belém, o povinho a penar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;7)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Há mar e mar, há ir e voltar; vota Sócrates quem se quer afogar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;8)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;Março, marçagão, manhã de Inverno tarde de Verão; Sócrates, Soarão, manhã de Inverno tarde de inferno.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;9)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Burro carregando livros é um doutor; burro carregando o Sócrates é burro mesmo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;10)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;Peixe não puxa carroça; voto em Sócrates, asneira grossa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;11)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Amigo disfarçado, inimigo dobrado; Sócrates empossado, povinho atropelado.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;12)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; A ocasião faz o ladrão, e de Sócrates um aldrabão.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;13)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Antes só que mal acompanhado, ou com Sócrates ao lado.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;14&lt;em&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; A fome é o melhor cozinheiro, Sócrates o melhor coveiro.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;15)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Olhos que não vêm coração que não sente, mas aturar o Sócrates não se faz à gente.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;16)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;Boda molhada, boda abençoada; Sócrates eleito, pesadelo perfeito.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;17)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Casa roubada, trancas na porta; Sócrates eleito, ervas na horta.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;18)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;Com Sócrates e bolos se enganam os tolos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;19)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não há regra sem excepção, nem Sócrates sem confusão.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210230400822746139-2968644086574205761?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/2968644086574205761/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/06/em-tempo-de-eleicoes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/2968644086574205761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/2968644086574205761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/06/em-tempo-de-eleicoes.html' title='Em tempo de eleições...'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SisEQYonpbI/AAAAAAAAAm4/fEDfUarO0_A/s72-c/socrates--2-thumb%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-3740042503784312721</id><published>2009-06-01T23:33:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T23:37:44.687+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ser Criança.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SiRYJVFlc5I/AAAAAAAAAmw/ldzmgPeUqZQ/s1600-h/images[74].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342491975270888338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SiRYJVFlc5I/AAAAAAAAAmw/ldzmgPeUqZQ/s400/images%5B74%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "As crianças são quase sempre felizes, porque não pensam na felicidade. Os velhos são muitas vezes infelizes, porque pensam demasiadamente nela."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Paolo_Mantegazza/"&gt;Paolo Mantegazza&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/5210230400822746139-3740042503784312721?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/3740042503784312721/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/06/ser-crianca.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/3740042503784312721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/3740042503784312721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/06/ser-crianca.html' title='Ser Criança.'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SiRYJVFlc5I/AAAAAAAAAmw/ldzmgPeUqZQ/s72-c/images%5B74%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-5319422214494989697</id><published>2009-06-01T23:00:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T23:11:31.054+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Em tua memória...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SiRQxsSYXmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/OCqYLZqYmhw/s1600-h/10413Guitar[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342483872600317538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SiRQxsSYXmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/OCqYLZqYmhw/s400/10413Guitar%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;«Se conhecesses o mistério imenso do céu onde agora vivo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;este horizonte sem fim,esta luz que tudo reveste e penetra,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não chorarias,se me amas!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estou já absorvido no encanto de Deus,na sua infindável beleza.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Permanece em mim o teu amor,uma enorme ternura que nem tu consegues imaginar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivo numa alegria puríssima.Nas angústias do tempo pensa nesta casa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;onde um dia estaremos reunidos para além&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;da morte,matando a sede na fonte&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;inesgotável da alegria e do amor infinito.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não chores,se verdadeiramente me amas!»&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Santo Agostinho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; É impossível não chorar por ti, mesmo te amando. Fazes-nos falta, partiste sem te despedires e todos os dias muitos se lembram de ti. Dá-nos força, porque estamos a precisar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Adeus, até amanhã.&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/5210230400822746139-5319422214494989697?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/5319422214494989697/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/06/em-tua-memoria.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/5319422214494989697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/5319422214494989697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/06/em-tua-memoria.html' title='Em tua memória...'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SiRQxsSYXmI/AAAAAAAAAmg/OCqYLZqYmhw/s72-c/10413Guitar%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-3149030439361599839</id><published>2009-05-29T01:28:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T01:32:42.892+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Em algum lugar do passado!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Sh8s6VY175I/AAAAAAAAAmY/k2E2HrYz5es/s1600-h/__Imagination___by_flaviacabralart[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341037063770075026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Sh8s6VY175I/AAAAAAAAAmY/k2E2HrYz5es/s400/__Imagination___by_flaviacabralart%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com você aprendi a amar, a sonhar e a acreditar que a felicidade existia. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O meu amor por você me inundou de coragem e vivemos momentos inesquecíveis. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parecíamos ter sido feitos um para o outro. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quantas promessas fizemos! Juras de amor eterno e romantismo a flor da pele. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esperança de uma vida cheia de carinho. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas, as vezes, os caminhos nos levam para outros lugares bem diferentes daqueles que pretendíamos ir. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De repente descobrimos que estávamos apenas a nos enganar e que tudo não passou de um lindo sonho de amor. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com você aprendi o que é o desamor, aprendi o que é a rejeição, vi de perto o que é a desilusão, senti na pele a amargura. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu sonho acabou restando-me apenas a vontade de recomeçar. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A vida é linda, cheia de encantos e está ai para ser vivida. Exclui dela tudo aquilo que me machucava. Exorcisei meus fantasmas, lutei contra os meus medos e derrotei a solidão. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Amor acabou e com ele minhas ilusões e minhas amarguras. Aprendi a me amar e a me valorizar. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero ser feliz e voltar a sonhar. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje olho para trás e não consigo mais te encontrar. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sinto que você ficou em algum lugar do passado.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210230400822746139-3149030439361599839?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/3149030439361599839/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/05/em-algum-lugar-do-passado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/3149030439361599839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/3149030439361599839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/05/em-algum-lugar-do-passado.html' title='Em algum lugar do passado!!!'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Sh8s6VY175I/AAAAAAAAAmY/k2E2HrYz5es/s72-c/__Imagination___by_flaviacabralart%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-3439887565037059491</id><published>2009-05-29T00:54:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T01:11:41.881+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Separação</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Sh8oEkfAdTI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/zk-aHzp9tyg/s1600-h/separacao[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341031742063015218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Sh8oEkfAdTI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/zk-aHzp9tyg/s400/separacao%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As separações são sempre dolorosas e não há nada que as possa evitar porque fazem parte da vida. Mas, quando não resta outra saída, é essencial não negar o sofrimento que o processo implica, e deixar que a vida siga o seu curso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É certo que a dor pode deixar marcas e cicatrizes mas contém um potencial transformador que permite igualmente crescer, amadurecer, criar resistências para ultrapassar obstáculos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;São por vezes batalhas dolorosas, mas tornam-nos mais auto-conscientes, mais inteiros e coesos na nossa estrutura. Esta consciência liberta-nos de muitos medos e angústias, dá-nos força, o que nos faz, inevitavelmente, progredir, que é o que realmente importa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210230400822746139-3439887565037059491?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/3439887565037059491/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/05/separacao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/3439887565037059491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/3439887565037059491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/05/separacao.html' title='Separação'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Sh8oEkfAdTI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/zk-aHzp9tyg/s72-c/separacao%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-7128222532504844744</id><published>2009-05-25T19:38:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T19:50:47.062+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu Passado, Meu Presente...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/ShroTaPNFSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/8-0x9EJPuQE/s1600-h/Futuro,+passado,+presente[1]..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339835728359396642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/ShroTaPNFSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/8-0x9EJPuQE/s400/Futuro,+passado,+presente%5B1%5D..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Eu amo meu passado, eu amo meu presente. Eu não tenho vergonha do que tive e não sinto tristeza pelo que não tenho mais.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Amo meu passado embora sofresse com ele, tive ilusões e desilusões, mas mesmo assim amo-o. Iludi-me com algo que pensei poder vir a ter e desiludi-me porque o perdi, mas perdi porque não estava preparada, perdi porque não esperaram até lá chegar, perdi por ser novo para mim. Perdi mas aprendi e cresci, e agora que já passei pela situação estou preparada, por isso é que amo o meu passado, não tenho vergonha, muito pelo contrário tenho orgulho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Amo o meu presente devido ao meu passado, a vida mudou e eu mudei com ela, transformei-me deixei de ser lagarta e passei a ser borboleta, com asas para voar até onde quiser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Meu passado, meu presente...Futuro logo saberei.&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/5210230400822746139-7128222532504844744?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/7128222532504844744/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/05/meu-passado-meu-presente.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/7128222532504844744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/7128222532504844744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/05/meu-passado-meu-presente.html' title='Meu Passado, Meu Presente...'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/ShroTaPNFSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/8-0x9EJPuQE/s72-c/Futuro,+passado,+presente%5B1%5D..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-5428829966699020539</id><published>2009-05-25T19:10:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T19:36:47.127+01:00</updated><title type='text'>EU...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/ShrlF0Zi8qI/AAAAAAAAAmA/0qAXjglXBtk/s1600-h/del%C3%ADrio[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339832196329042594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/ShrlF0Zi8qI/AAAAAAAAAmA/0qAXjglXBtk/s400/del%25C3%25ADrio%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apesar de todos os medos, escolho a ousadia.Apesar dos ferros, construo a dura liberdade.Prefiro a loucura à realidade, e um par de asas tortas aos limites da comprovação e da segurança.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Eu, sou assim.Pelo menos assim quero fazer: a que explode o ponto e arqueia a linha, e traça o contorno que ela mesma há de romper.A máscara do Arlequim não serve apenas para o proteger quando espreita a vida, mas concede-lhe o espaço de a reinventar.Desculpem, mas preciso lhes dizer:EU quero o delírio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210230400822746139-5428829966699020539?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/5428829966699020539/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/05/eu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/5428829966699020539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/5428829966699020539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/05/eu.html' title='EU...'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/ShrlF0Zi8qI/AAAAAAAAAmA/0qAXjglXBtk/s72-c/del%25C3%25ADrio%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-5168881415386196863</id><published>2009-05-21T22:43:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T23:11:46.191+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dias Coloridos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/ShXRSAR9oYI/AAAAAAAAAl4/uJjpVTSRiL4/s1600-h/1004533[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338403040560783746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/ShXRSAR9oYI/AAAAAAAAAl4/uJjpVTSRiL4/s320/1004533%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Não tenho culpa se meus dias têm nascido completamente coloridos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Simplesmente quando acordo decido que quero ser feliz,&lt;br /&gt;mas alguns ainda cismam em querer borrar minhas cores&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Muito menos tenho culpa se o meu sorriso é verdadeiro,&lt;br /&gt;espontâneo e acontece por motivos bobos, mas especiais para mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não tenho culpa se meus passos nem sempre são firmes.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sou perfeita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu tropeço e caio de vez em quando, na verdade, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;caio bastante mas  isso agora não me machuca tanto.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho certeza que a cada tombo que dou &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;eu consigo me levantar sempre mais forte do que antes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meus olhos têm tido um brilho bem mudado ultimamente.&lt;br /&gt;– E se têm!&lt;br /&gt;- Eles brilham diferente e intensamente a cada dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenho bastantes lápis de cor e várias pessoas com quem pintar .&lt;br /&gt;Para quem quiser pintar um pouco mais de alegria na vida,&lt;br /&gt;empresto mais que prontamente os meus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Empresto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mas, por favor,&lt;br /&gt;Não tentem borrar os meus dias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Eles estão óptimos pintados da cor que estão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210230400822746139-5168881415386196863?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/5168881415386196863/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/05/dias-coloridos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/5168881415386196863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/5168881415386196863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/05/dias-coloridos.html' title='Dias Coloridos.'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/ShXRSAR9oYI/AAAAAAAAAl4/uJjpVTSRiL4/s72-c/1004533%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-6427002657667122945</id><published>2009-05-19T21:12:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T19:51:43.628+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Partida:::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/ShMSqmtdDQI/AAAAAAAAAlw/6enX5B1Knrg/s1600-h/dn0401120701[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337630506519170306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 86px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/ShMSqmtdDQI/AAAAAAAAAlw/6enX5B1Knrg/s400/dn0401120701%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As minhas mais sinceras condolências ao Srº Agente José Manuel Fernandes Camacho e família pela terrível perda do seu filho e ente querido Diogo Camacho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Morremos um pouco cada vez que perdemos um ente querido." (Publílio Siro)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas não se deixe morrer, o Diogo concerteza não quereria isso, lembre-se dos tempos que passaram juntos, e não fique triste por ele ter partido, sorria por ele ter existido. Embora seja muito dificil, quando é um pedaço que arrancam de nós. Muita força, ele estará sempre convosco a olhar por vós. Um abraço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ON MUTE forever!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210230400822746139-6427002657667122945?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/6427002657667122945/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/05/partida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/6427002657667122945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/6427002657667122945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/05/partida.html' title='Partida:::'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/ShMSqmtdDQI/AAAAAAAAAlw/6enX5B1Knrg/s72-c/dn0401120701%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-6274857521145028861</id><published>2009-05-18T21:55:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T22:38:32.614+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Segundas Oportunidades...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/ShHSgCoNyuI/AAAAAAAAAlo/oWn8CC5Gqmo/s1600-h/P1013327-1[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337278481313942242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/ShHSgCoNyuI/AAAAAAAAAlo/oWn8CC5Gqmo/s400/P1013327-1%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;" &lt;em&gt;Jamais chores pela pessoa que não te merece. Antes de dar a &lt;strong&gt;segunda oportunidade&lt;/strong&gt;, pensa nas lágrimas que derramaste no passado, não te entregues facilmente. Jamais chores pela pessoa que não te merece, pois essa pessoa pode estar bebendo as tuas lágrimas numa taça de orgulho e desprezo."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A razão deste post é simples, sempre achei e ainda acho que todos nós merecemos uma segunda oportunidade, eu própria já as tive. Mas existem casos em que devemos pensar na frase acima escrita e nos apercebermos se realmente não é isso que está a acontecer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210230400822746139-6274857521145028861?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/6274857521145028861/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/05/segundas-oportunidades.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/6274857521145028861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/6274857521145028861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/05/segundas-oportunidades.html' title='Segundas Oportunidades...'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/ShHSgCoNyuI/AAAAAAAAAlo/oWn8CC5Gqmo/s72-c/P1013327-1%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-2352776097860041494</id><published>2009-05-18T21:37:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T22:34:43.517+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia internacional do Museu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/ShHKi_HA7TI/AAAAAAAAAlg/g9swCJifGgQ/s1600-h/DSCF4198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337269735815966002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/ShHKi_HA7TI/AAAAAAAAAlg/g9swCJifGgQ/s400/DSCF4198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A RAM associa-se às comemorações do Dia Internacional dos Museus com, entre outras actividades, visitas guiadas e entradas gratuitas em vários espaços museológicos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Neste âmbito, nos dias 18 e 19, as portas do &lt;strong&gt;Museu Henrique e Francisco Franco&lt;/strong&gt; irão abrir-se gratuitamente, das 10h00 às 18h00, onde os visitantes poderão visualizar a exposição temática &lt;em&gt;“Madeira de Oitocentos: Estadias &amp;amp; Terapias”&lt;/em&gt; (visita às 15h30), a &lt;em&gt;Casa da Calçada e Casa dos Azulejos e a mostra “Memórias Visuais, Pequenos Encantos”&lt;/em&gt; (visitas orientadas às 11h00, 14h30 e 16h30). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Também integrado no programa comemorativo, o &lt;strong&gt;Museu de Arte Contemporânea do Funchal&lt;/strong&gt;, localizado no Forte de São Tiago, inaugura amanhã, uma exposição de pintura, instalação e vídeo da artista plástica Filipa Venâncio. A mostra intitula-se &lt;em&gt;“Andar Modelo”.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;in Jornal da Madeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210230400822746139-2352776097860041494?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/2352776097860041494/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/05/dia-internacional-do-museu-na-ram.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/2352776097860041494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/2352776097860041494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/05/dia-internacional-do-museu-na-ram.html' title='Dia internacional do Museu'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/ShHKi_HA7TI/AAAAAAAAAlg/g9swCJifGgQ/s72-c/DSCF4198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-8176117925089584093</id><published>2009-05-17T23:23:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T23:33:10.360+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Kama Suta Divino</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/ShCQDVqng4I/AAAAAAAAAlY/CVwEFhNvNoQ/s1600-h/kamasutra[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336923945463939970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/ShCQDVqng4I/AAAAAAAAAlY/CVwEFhNvNoQ/s400/kamasutra%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ksawery Knotz, sacerdote polaco, decidiu criar o Kama Sutra divino, mostrando que os caminhos de Deus, muitas vezes incompreensíveis, também levam ao prazer sexual.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Segundo o padre polaco, «o livro pretende ajudar os casais a reforçar vínculos e a ter uma boa vida sexual, de acordo com os dogmas da igreja», defendendo que o sexo é também «uma boa forma de se aproximar de Deus».&lt;br /&gt;«Os casais podem demonstrar o seu amor de todas as formas possíveis, incluindo o estímulo oral», afirma o sacerdote no «Apóstolo do Kama Sutra», sucesso de vendas na Polónia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ksawery Knotz, que chegou a comparar o orgasmo com o «encontro com Deus no Céu», realça que «o amor de um casal, com expressão no sexo, aproxima o corpo humano do Paraíso». Para isso, o sacerdote encoraja os casais a rezarem por uma vida sexual de prazer, e dá também alguns conselhos que vão muito além das inocentes orações. Escapar da rotina e dar «mais calor» às relações sexuais são alguns deles."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IOL Portugal Diário&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/5210230400822746139-8176117925089584093?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/8176117925089584093/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/05/kama-suta-divino.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/8176117925089584093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/8176117925089584093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/05/kama-suta-divino.html' title='Kama Suta Divino'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/ShCQDVqng4I/AAAAAAAAAlY/CVwEFhNvNoQ/s72-c/kamasutra%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-6615140361027960017</id><published>2009-05-17T22:54:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T23:03:52.106+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O que não sou e o que sou!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/ShCJZh2kATI/AAAAAAAAAlI/jYjcfRn7tIc/s1600-h/conchas[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336916630110994738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/ShCJZh2kATI/AAAAAAAAAlI/jYjcfRn7tIc/s400/conchas%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Não sou areia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;onde se desenha um par de asas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ou grades de uma janela&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não sou apenas a pedra que rola &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nas marés do mundo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;em cada praia renascendo noutra;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sou a orelha encostada à concha da vida, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sou construção e desmoronamento&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;serva e senhora, e sou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mistério!!!&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/5210230400822746139-6615140361027960017?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/6615140361027960017/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-que-nao-sou-e-o-que-sou.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/6615140361027960017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/6615140361027960017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-que-nao-sou-e-o-que-sou.html' title='O que não sou e o que sou!!!'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/ShCJZh2kATI/AAAAAAAAAlI/jYjcfRn7tIc/s72-c/conchas%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-6415718867136592954</id><published>2009-05-16T00:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T01:01:54.834+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The smile...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Sg4ASSxGx7I/AAAAAAAAAlA/MwtOUF29FIk/s1600-h/DSCF4234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336202922756065202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Sg4ASSxGx7I/AAAAAAAAAlA/MwtOUF29FIk/s400/DSCF4234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The smile that I thought is lost back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I live every minute as if it were the last, I lost somethigs during the journey but win others that returned my smile again. I see live like a gift that I must enjoy as much I can.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/5210230400822746139-6415718867136592954?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/6415718867136592954/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/05/smile.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/6415718867136592954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/6415718867136592954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/05/smile.html' title='The smile...'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Sg4ASSxGx7I/AAAAAAAAAlA/MwtOUF29FIk/s72-c/DSCF4234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-996140161399868903</id><published>2009-05-11T23:12:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T23:23:51.841+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E o Prémio Ignobel vai para...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Sgik0THTDOI/AAAAAAAAAk4/u_rPY8munrM/s1600-h/2008-igvps-500w[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334694977011387618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Sgik0THTDOI/AAAAAAAAAk4/u_rPY8munrM/s400/2008-igvps-500w%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nutrição &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Wasmia al-Huty, da Universidade do Kuwait, e Faten al-Mussalam, da Autoridade Pública do Kuwait para o Meio Ambiente, por mostrarem que besouros que comem estrume são na verdade exigentes na escolha da sua refeição. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Medicina&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Francis Fesmire, da Universidade do Tennessee, pelo seu trabalho "Tratamento de soluços com massagem digital rectal.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acústico &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Lynn Halpern, Randolph Blake e James Hillenbrand, por conduzirem experiências para saber porque as pessoas não suportam o som de unhas a arranhar o quadro negro.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ornitologia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Ivan Schwab, da Universidade da Califórnia Davis, e Philip May, da Universidade da Califórnia Los Angeles, pelo seu trabalho pioneiro sobre a capacidade dos pica-paus em evitar dores de cabeça.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Biologia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - premiado pela pesquisa com queijos, Bart Knols da Universidade Agrícola de Wageningen, na Holanda, pela sua contribuição para a pesquisa que mostra que os mosquitos fêmea da malária são atraídos pelo odor do queijo limburguer e do chulé.&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/5210230400822746139-996140161399868903?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/996140161399868903/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/05/e-o-premio-ignobel-vai-para.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/996140161399868903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/996140161399868903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/05/e-o-premio-ignobel-vai-para.html' title='E o Prémio Ignobel vai para...'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Sgik0THTDOI/AAAAAAAAAk4/u_rPY8munrM/s72-c/2008-igvps-500w%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-5128665077334117599</id><published>2009-05-11T22:55:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T23:04:08.154+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Flores do Deserto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Sgigs_1K0kI/AAAAAAAAAko/pTP6VA1njsY/s1600-h/flor_no_deserto[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334690453529481794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Sgigs_1K0kI/AAAAAAAAAko/pTP6VA1njsY/s400/flor_no_deserto%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;No meio da aridez aridez, escassez de vida, calor escaldante durante os dias e frio letal nas noites, tempestades de vento, ainda sobrevive algo que persiste, porque simplesmente decidiu-se pela vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;A planta não pode contrariar a si mesma, a sua essência e mudar-se para o charco. Ela nasceu para o deserto.&lt;br /&gt;Nem toda aridez gera morte, algumas vezes formatam a tempera necessária.Em meio a espinhos há a seiva da vida que demonstra sua presença na flor que brota no deserto.&lt;br /&gt;A beleza é sinônimo de vida, e sua resistência um convite a não desistirmos dos sonhos e projectos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quem aprecia a vida não fica preso às contrariedades que sofre esta flor. Pois é dos dissabores do passado que construímos a doce esperança do futuro.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, se eu não tivesse vivido o que vivi, sofrido o que sofri, chorado o que chorei, não seria tão humano.&lt;br /&gt;Deixaria me levar pelos meus primeiros pensamentos e quem sabe pelos meus impulsos, oferecendo o melhor de mim só a quem consegue passar o que também tem de bom.&lt;br /&gt;Seria troca simplesmente e não amor. Amor de verdade surpreende e vai além das expectativas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dou a quem não merece, pago a quem não trabalhou, planto onde o terreno é estéril.&lt;br /&gt;O paladar do sofrimento se torna saboroso quando a vida requisita passar por caminhos que já andei. Conheço cada pedra deste lugar desabitado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recordar as lutas, não é olhar para trás, é fazer memória. Actualizar, trazer para o presente o que já foi plasmado em minha alma.&lt;br /&gt;É certo que essa flor não durará para sempre, pois ela é para o agora. Mas no amanhã, nascerá outra flor, é o ensinamento que eu precisarei para o outro tempo. Assim minha vida se torna uma colheita de belas vivências.&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/5210230400822746139-5128665077334117599?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/5128665077334117599/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/05/flores-do-deserto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/5128665077334117599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/5128665077334117599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/05/flores-do-deserto.html' title='Flores do Deserto'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Sgigs_1K0kI/AAAAAAAAAko/pTP6VA1njsY/s72-c/flor_no_deserto%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-6550518301409799419</id><published>2009-05-11T18:22:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T18:27:25.557+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate Quente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Sghfgxz1KkI/AAAAAAAAAkg/iJkvPeWSI4Q/s1600-h/cascata[1].gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334618775351536194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Sghfgxz1KkI/AAAAAAAAAkg/iJkvPeWSI4Q/s400/cascata%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um grupo de jovens licenciados,decidiu fazer uma visita a um velho professor, agora reformado.&lt;br /&gt;Durante a visita, a conversa dos jovens alongou-se em lamentos sobre o imenso stress que tinha tomado conta das suas vidas e do seu trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;O professor não fez qualquer comentário sobre isso e perguntou se gostariam de tomar uma chávena de chocolate quente.&lt;br /&gt;Todos se mostraram interessados e o professor dirigiu-se à cozinha, de onde regressou vários minutos depois com uma grande chaleira e uma grande quantidade de chávenas, todas diferentes - de fina porcelana e de rústico barro, de simples vidro e de cristal, umas com aspecto vulgar e outras caríssimas.&lt;br /&gt;Apenas disse aos jovens para se servirem à vontade.&lt;br /&gt;Quando já todos tinham uma chávena de chocolate quente na mão, disse-lhes:&lt;br /&gt;- Reparem como todos procuraram escolher as chávenas mais bonitas e dispendiosas, deixando ficar as mais vulgares e baratas... Embora seja normal que cada um pretenda para si o melhor, é isso a origem dos vossos problemas e stress.&lt;br /&gt;A chávena por onde estais a beber não acrescenta nada à qualidade do chocolate quente.&lt;br /&gt;Na maioria dos casos é apenas uma chávena mais requintada e algumas nem deixam ver o que estais a beber.&lt;br /&gt;O que vós realmente queríeis era o chocolate quente, não a chávena; mas fostes conscientemente para as chávenas melhores...&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto todos confirmavam, mais ou menos embaraçados, a observação do professor, este continuou:&lt;br /&gt;- Considerai agora o seguinte: &lt;strong&gt;a vida é o chocolate quente&lt;/strong&gt;; &lt;strong&gt;o dinheiro e a posição social são as chávenas&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Estas são apenas meios de conter e servir a vida. A chávena que cada um possui não define nem altera a qualidade da vossa vida.Por vezes, ao concentrarmo-nos apenas na chávena acabamos por nem apreciar o chocolate quente que a vida nos ofereceu.As pessoas mais felizes nem sempre têm o melhor de tudo, apenas sabem aproveitar ao máximo tudo o que têm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vive com simplicidade. Ama generosamente. Ajuda os outros com empenho. Fala com gentileza...... e aprecia o teu chocolate quente.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;(autor desconhecido)&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/5210230400822746139-6550518301409799419?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/6550518301409799419/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/05/chocolate-quente.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/6550518301409799419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/6550518301409799419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/05/chocolate-quente.html' title='Chocolate Quente'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Sghfgxz1KkI/AAAAAAAAAkg/iJkvPeWSI4Q/s72-c/cascata%5B1%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-3511426943681515200</id><published>2009-05-11T17:53:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T18:19:40.630+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu, meu mal, meu bem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disse um dia,&lt;br /&gt;Que serias a luz do meu Sol,&lt;br /&gt;Sossego do meu silêncio,&lt;br /&gt;Placitude presente e constante&lt;br /&gt;Na minha vida,&lt;br /&gt;Fantasia acorrentada a um dos meus devaneios. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SghdsSDPFgI/AAAAAAAAAkY/AK2DUH_orUg/s1600-h/caixa-de-pandora[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334616773961389570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 377px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SghdsSDPFgI/AAAAAAAAAkY/AK2DUH_orUg/s400/caixa-de-pandora%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SghaUgHo7qI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/g9ErR5KEiuQ/s1600-h/CA896J09.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No princípio do nosso fim,&lt;br /&gt;Deparei-me com o vil&lt;br /&gt;Sorriso da tua maldade,&lt;br /&gt;Vi o teu ser venenoso e atroz&lt;br /&gt;Saboreei a tua salgada verdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abri a caixa de Pandora,&lt;br /&gt;Soltei todos os males&lt;br /&gt;Do meu pequeno mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Manejei o chicote&lt;br /&gt;Com que hoje me açoito.&lt;br /&gt;Noite e dia chorei,&lt;br /&gt;Por um sonho real&lt;br /&gt;Nunca mais ocorrido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acabou!&lt;br /&gt;Esta dolorosa dor findou.&lt;br /&gt;Descobri um novo&lt;br /&gt;“Meu pequeno mundo”&lt;br /&gt;Descobri que a vida tem um sentido,&lt;br /&gt;E que um sentido&lt;br /&gt;É o que nos faz ter uma vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, inundado de harmonia,&lt;br /&gt;Relembro o teu rosto, a tua aparência.&lt;br /&gt;O teu perfume ainda mora na minha respiração,&lt;br /&gt;Talvez o perfume por que me apaixonei&lt;br /&gt;Talvez o perfume por que chorei.&lt;br /&gt;O teu ego não fugiu de mim,&lt;br /&gt;O teu ego é uma imagem protectora&lt;br /&gt;Que me murmura:&lt;br /&gt;“Aprendeste com os erros,&lt;br /&gt;Nunca mais te afundes em tal tormento”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei dizer bem de ti,&lt;br /&gt;E mal nunca direi completamente.&lt;br /&gt;Digo-te apenas:&lt;br /&gt;Foste minha vida, depois morte,&lt;br /&gt;Foste meu sorriso, depois choro.&lt;br /&gt;Foste minha extinção, depois ressurreição,&lt;br /&gt;Foste meu acto perdido, depois lição.&lt;br /&gt;Foste tu, meu mal, meu bem.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Da autoria do meu sobrinho Cristiano Gouveia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210230400822746139-3511426943681515200?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/3511426943681515200/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/05/tu-meu-mal-meu-bem.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/3511426943681515200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/3511426943681515200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/05/tu-meu-mal-meu-bem.html' title='Tu, meu mal, meu bem...'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SghdsSDPFgI/AAAAAAAAAkY/AK2DUH_orUg/s72-c/caixa-de-pandora%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-4799142527238216381</id><published>2009-05-09T20:14:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T20:09:10.144+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SgXWGMOIkYI/AAAAAAAAAkI/auGM9HZtAsU/s1600-h/csi_funchal[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 417px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 120px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333904735538286978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SgXWGMOIkYI/AAAAAAAAAkI/auGM9HZtAsU/s400/csi_funchal%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na Casa das Mudas- Calheta pelas 21.30. A não perder.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210230400822746139-4799142527238216381?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/4799142527238216381/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/05/hoje.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/4799142527238216381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/4799142527238216381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/05/hoje.html' title='Hoje'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SgXWGMOIkYI/AAAAAAAAAkI/auGM9HZtAsU/s72-c/csi_funchal%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-490108066080471034</id><published>2009-05-05T23:20:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T23:31:46.997+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Batalhas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SgC93fSXgqI/AAAAAAAAAjo/swlghy08yLk/s1600-h/novosrumosce7[1].png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332470719795659426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SgC93fSXgqI/AAAAAAAAAjo/swlghy08yLk/s320/novosrumosce7%5B1%5D.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Todas as batalhas na vida &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;servem para ensinar-nos algo, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;inclusive aquelas que perdemos."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paulo Coelho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210230400822746139-490108066080471034?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/490108066080471034/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/05/batalhas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/490108066080471034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/490108066080471034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/05/batalhas.html' title='Batalhas'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SgC93fSXgqI/AAAAAAAAAjo/swlghy08yLk/s72-c/novosrumosce7%5B1%5D.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-3515919012827845513</id><published>2009-05-05T22:33:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T23:03:43.585+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ao amigo que "perdi"!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perder um amigo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deixa um lugar a mais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que não pode ser preenchido&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pelos demais.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas se comigo não queres falar,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu querido,&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SgC3ZDtOJHI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/vDQVBmGymjk/s1600-h/perder[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332463599926256754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SgC3ZDtOJHI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/vDQVBmGymjk/s400/perder%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu amigo, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nada posso fazer...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A amizade não se pode forçar, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não se pode complicar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Posso sentir saudade,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Posso dizer que dói de verdade,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas não te vou procurar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sabes sempre onde me encontrar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se de mim estiveres a precisar,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque existem sentimentos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que não se esquecem e momentos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que perduram pela vida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E eu não os quero matar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E uma amizade assim perdida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faz-me ficar triste,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas a decisão é tua&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E assim sendo dou-me por vencida.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/5210230400822746139-3515919012827845513?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/3515919012827845513/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/05/ao-amigo-que-perdi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/3515919012827845513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/3515919012827845513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/05/ao-amigo-que-perdi.html' title='Ao amigo que &quot;perdi&quot;!!!'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SgC3ZDtOJHI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/vDQVBmGymjk/s72-c/perder%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-1968053306658210990</id><published>2009-05-05T01:42:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T02:04:28.644+01:00</updated><title type='text'>That´s enough...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Sf-NAgCPTBI/AAAAAAAAAjA/bpOxltyE64E/s1600-h/42-17203699[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332135523568798738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Sf-NAgCPTBI/AAAAAAAAAjA/bpOxltyE64E/s400/42-17203699%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will not hit more with my head against the wall. Enough.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I will raise me and be what until now I had not been.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No more suffering for something that ended.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A new life begins. Thanks to those who raised my moral and were always by my side for good and for evil. Friends, few but wonderfuls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Always in my heart. Promise you that I never hit so deep. Enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210230400822746139-1968053306658210990?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/1968053306658210990/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/05/thats-enough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/1968053306658210990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/1968053306658210990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/05/thats-enough.html' title='That´s enough...'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Sf-NAgCPTBI/AAAAAAAAAjA/bpOxltyE64E/s72-c/42-17203699%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-4476875039120350072</id><published>2009-05-03T23:08:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T23:27:15.031+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Poema á Mãe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No mais fundo de ti,eu sei que traí, mãe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo porque já não sou o menino adormecido&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no fundo dos teus olhos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo porque tu ignoras&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que há leitos onde o frio não se demora&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e noites rumorosas de águas matinais.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por isso, às vezes, as palavras que te digo&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Sf4ZmJco7YI/AAAAAAAAAi4/lPR4Z1tWSuI/s1600-h/aves-9073[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331727152015011202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Sf4ZmJco7YI/AAAAAAAAAi4/lPR4Z1tWSuI/s400/aves-9073%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;são duras, mãe,e o nosso amor é infeliz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo porque perdi as rosas brancas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que apertava junto ao coração&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no retrato da moldura.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se soubesses como ainda amo as rosas,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;talvez não enchesses as horas de pesadelos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas tu esqueceste muita coisa;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;esqueceste que as minhas pernas cresceram,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que todo o meu corpo cresceu,e até o meu coração&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ficou enorme, mãe!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Olha - queres ouvir-me? -às vezes ainda sou o menino&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que adormeceu nos teus olhos;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ainda aperto contra o coração rosas tão brancas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;como as que tens na moldura;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ainda oiço a tua voz:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Era uma vez uma princesa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no meio de um laranjal...&lt;br /&gt;Mas - tu sabes - a noite é enorme,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e todo o meu corpo cresceu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu saí da moldura,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dei às aves os meus olhos a beber.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não me esqueci de nada, mãe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guardo a tua voz dentro de mim.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E deixo-te as rosas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boa noite. Eu vou com as aves.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eugénio de Andrade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/5210230400822746139-4476875039120350072?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/4476875039120350072/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/05/poema-mae.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/4476875039120350072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/4476875039120350072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/05/poema-mae.html' title='Poema á Mãe...'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Sf4ZmJco7YI/AAAAAAAAAi4/lPR4Z1tWSuI/s72-c/aves-9073%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-4867870947091376255</id><published>2009-05-01T21:30:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T22:12:25.130+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Images that speak for themselves</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330966052140748258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SftlYTeEDeI/AAAAAAAAAio/1LEPFYUceiU/s400/DSCF4174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; Duomo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SftkUnsGeGI/AAAAAAAAAig/pMMLoCjEnD4/s1600-h/DSCF4275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330964889337231458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SftkUnsGeGI/AAAAAAAAAig/pMMLoCjEnD4/s400/DSCF4275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Catedral San Marco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330963827200984498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 322px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SftjWy7FhbI/AAAAAAAAAiY/cOSG-qTp48w/s400/DSCF4300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Venizia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330962711840791842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SftiV34fnSI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/tjHFQbs95EI/s400/DSCF4387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; Nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330961568828944498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SfthTV1O8HI/AAAAAAAAAiI/2i6myG9Ly6g/s400/DSCF4386.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alpes Franceses &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SftdvY1jfUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/dZ1k5KbE5cM/s1600-h/DSCF4427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330957652625423682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SftdvY1jfUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/dZ1k5KbE5cM/s400/DSCF4427.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lago Di Como&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210230400822746139-4867870947091376255?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/4867870947091376255/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/05/images-that-speak-for-themselves.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/4867870947091376255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/4867870947091376255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/05/images-that-speak-for-themselves.html' title='Images that speak for themselves'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SftlYTeEDeI/AAAAAAAAAio/1LEPFYUceiU/s72-c/DSCF4174.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-8286803574568935083</id><published>2009-05-01T21:15:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T21:22:38.217+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fair Play no futebol??!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SftZg3zQ7iI/AAAAAAAAAh4/MpPi9eVVUfg/s1600-h/images[5].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330953005192769058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SftZg3zQ7iI/AAAAAAAAAh4/MpPi9eVVUfg/s400/images%5B5%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;O Futebol é um desporto competitivo, onde o objectivo é derrotar a oponente, por forma a obter a glória, o reconhecimento da superioridade frente aos adversários, mas também o respeito dos adeptos, dos media, dos patrocinadores, dos organizadores e de todos os públicos que constituem o global do futebol.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Infelizmente está mais que provado que não existe fair play, maioritariamente entre os jogadores e adeptos. é mais seguro e mais digno ver pela TV, porque assim não somos alvo de insultos e ameaças.&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/5210230400822746139-8286803574568935083?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/8286803574568935083/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/05/fair-play-no-futebol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/8286803574568935083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/8286803574568935083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/05/fair-play-no-futebol.html' title='Fair Play no futebol??!!'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SftZg3zQ7iI/AAAAAAAAAh4/MpPi9eVVUfg/s72-c/images%5B5%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-2830302867026529124</id><published>2009-05-01T01:46:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T01:58:49.391+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mudar o mundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SfpJHk_ObzI/AAAAAAAAAhw/6745L3pdh4c/s1600-h/CAVINQH8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330653503483178802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SfpJHk_ObzI/AAAAAAAAAhw/6745L3pdh4c/s400/CAVINQH8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Num mundo suportado pela evolução mecanizada, não admira que o ser humano sofra com o decorrer dos tempos. Hoje é o desemprego generalizado. Nos próximos tempos o caos total vai-se instalar até uma nova revolução mundial, capaz de acordar as mentes egoístas que se vão aproveitando da fraqueza, natural, do povo que está demasiado ocupado com a sua sobrevivência."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Manuel Correia DN-30/04/2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210230400822746139-2830302867026529124?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/2830302867026529124/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/05/mudar-o-mundo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/2830302867026529124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/2830302867026529124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/05/mudar-o-mundo.html' title='Mudar o mundo'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SfpJHk_ObzI/AAAAAAAAAhw/6745L3pdh4c/s72-c/CAVINQH8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-1716826234582382405</id><published>2009-05-01T01:25:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T01:33:12.403+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia do Trabalhador</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SfpC-pjvGDI/AAAAAAAAAhI/-gC9EtdxGNQ/s1600-h/1Âº+Maio[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330646753021466674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SfpC-pjvGDI/AAAAAAAAAhI/-gC9EtdxGNQ/s400/1%25C2%25BA%2BMaio%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Em Portugal só a partir de Maio de 1974 é que se comemorou livremente o &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1º de Maio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; e este dia passou a ser feriado.&lt;br /&gt;O primeiro &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1º de Maio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; celebrado em Portugal depois do 25 de Abril (1 de Maio de 1974) foi a maior manifestação alguma vez organizada no país. Só na cidade de Lisboa juntaram-se mais de meio milhão de pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A todos os que não trabalham um bom feriado e àqueles que trabalham que ao menos tenham um bom dia, se possível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210230400822746139-1716826234582382405?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/1716826234582382405/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/05/dia-do-trabalhador.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/1716826234582382405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/1716826234582382405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/05/dia-do-trabalhador.html' title='Dia do Trabalhador'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SfpC-pjvGDI/AAAAAAAAAhI/-gC9EtdxGNQ/s72-c/1%25C2%25BA%2BMaio%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-2530685199400380417</id><published>2009-04-30T17:59:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T18:11:57.668+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Next</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SfnbxdDsl2I/AAAAAAAAAgg/ltXMNRCgZRc/s1600-h/images[96].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330533276629899106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 105px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SfnbxdDsl2I/AAAAAAAAAgg/ltXMNRCgZRc/s400/images%5B96%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Alô miúda!! Hey, de volta à terra, mas de cabeça bem erguida, lembra-te! Olha que uma musa de ilustrador da capital não é para um paspalho qualquer! Próoooooooooooooximo! :-)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="CURSOR: progress" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=638318561&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sofia Karayianni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210230400822746139-2530685199400380417?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/2530685199400380417/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/04/next.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/2530685199400380417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/2530685199400380417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/04/next.html' title='Next'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SfnbxdDsl2I/AAAAAAAAAgg/ltXMNRCgZRc/s72-c/images%5B96%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-9006169444240103210</id><published>2009-04-29T17:52:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T18:06:47.575+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SORRIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SfiGve--HcI/AAAAAAAAAgY/GtuWYgTC7S8/s1600-h/images[49].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330158309322137026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 107px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SfiGve--HcI/AAAAAAAAAgY/GtuWYgTC7S8/s400/images%5B49%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque hoje é o dia mundial do sorriso, sorria...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E lembrem-se sorriem todos os dias se possível,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pelo menos tentem.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"O sorriso enriquece os recebedores sem empobrecer os doadores&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Mario_Quintana/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mário Quintana&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/5210230400822746139-9006169444240103210?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/9006169444240103210/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/04/sorria.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/9006169444240103210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/9006169444240103210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/04/sorria.html' title='SORRIA'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SfiGve--HcI/AAAAAAAAAgY/GtuWYgTC7S8/s72-c/images%5B49%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-7561951641173822490</id><published>2009-04-28T02:13:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T02:34:47.807+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Assaltante violado..lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SfZcC-4AIXI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/vAGNDOXb-qA/s1600-h/robber100[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329548415346942322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SfZcC-4AIXI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/vAGNDOXb-qA/s400/robber100%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Indivíduo preparava-se para assaltar o estabelecimento quando se viu imobilizado e escravizado sexualmente pela proprietária do salão.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um assalto a um cabeleireiro na Rússia está a mobilizar a polícia. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O crime envolve o assaltante e a cabeleireira do estabelecimento assaltado, avança o jornal G1.A cabeleireira, identificada como Olga, de 28 anos,viu o seu salão invadido por um homem na passada terça-feira,dia 14. Olga, experiente em artes marciais, conseguiu dominar Viktor, de 32 anos,e levou-o para uma sala reservada, segundo o site «life.ru». &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A cabeleireira utilizou um secador de cabelo para obrigar o assaltante a render-se e acabou por o prender. No entanto, não chamou a policia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Olga obrigou o assaltante a tomar Viagra para depois abusar dele várias vezes durante os dois dias seguintes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando foi libertado, o assaltante dirigiu-se ao hospital para curar o pénis «magoado» e depois à esquadra para registar queixa contra a cabeleireira que, por sua vez, só no dia seguinte registou queixa contra Viktor por assalto.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No entanto, a história confunde-se ainda mais porque a policia não consegue ter a certeza sobre quem é o verdadeiro criminoso deste caso de assalto que terminou em «violação».&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210230400822746139-7561951641173822490?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/7561951641173822490/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/04/assaltante-violadolol.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/7561951641173822490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/7561951641173822490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/04/assaltante-violadolol.html' title='Assaltante violado..lol'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SfZcC-4AIXI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/vAGNDOXb-qA/s72-c/robber100%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-5991500609048914571</id><published>2009-04-28T02:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T02:13:03.728+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Flagrante</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SfZXzPQGGSI/AAAAAAAAAgI/rl1CRHPw174/s1600-h/dn0301031101[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329543746818545954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 161px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SfZXzPQGGSI/AAAAAAAAAgI/rl1CRHPw174/s400/dn0301031101%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O leitor-repórter Roberto Gouveia diz ter captado esta imagem durante o cortejo da flor. Se não é ilusão de óptica, convém evitar desfraldar a Bandeira Nacional de pernas para o ar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;DN- 28/04/2008&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/5210230400822746139-5991500609048914571?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/5991500609048914571/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/04/flagrante.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/5991500609048914571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/5991500609048914571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/04/flagrante.html' title='Flagrante'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SfZXzPQGGSI/AAAAAAAAAgI/rl1CRHPw174/s72-c/dn0301031101%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-737716396265944566</id><published>2009-04-28T01:26:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T02:38:04.342+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Na ribalta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SfZWcSS7v7I/AAAAAAAAAgA/sZoJ794LYlc/s1600-h/images[3].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329542252987137970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SfZWcSS7v7I/AAAAAAAAAgA/sZoJ794LYlc/s400/images%5B3%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Eu devo ser uma pessoa com uma vida muito interessante, pois já sou como o ditado "todos os caminhos vão dar a Roma", neste caso "todas" as conversas metem o meu nome, e a minha vida. E isto não é mania de perseguição nem ser convencida. Até já se fazem apostas sobre o mim, ando nas luzes da ribalta e isto sem saberem metade da minha vida imaginem que soubessem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Qualquer dia escrevo um livro que seguramente será um best-seller, e assim ainda lucro com as coscuvilhices dos outros sobre mim. Fantástico, é desta que serei rica.&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/5210230400822746139-737716396265944566?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/737716396265944566/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/04/na-ribalta.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/737716396265944566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/737716396265944566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/04/na-ribalta.html' title='Na ribalta...'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SfZWcSS7v7I/AAAAAAAAAgA/sZoJ794LYlc/s72-c/images%5B3%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-3796695980380177661</id><published>2009-04-28T00:06:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T00:21:47.044+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Se...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Se houver um tempo de retorno, &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SfY9j_b_nrI/AAAAAAAAAf4/aSZN7jA8744/s1600-h/CA8HIBWH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329514897573125810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SfY9j_b_nrI/AAAAAAAAAf4/aSZN7jA8744/s400/CA8HIBWH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;eu volto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Subirei, empurrando a alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;com o meu sangue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;por labirintos e paradoxos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- até inundar novamente o coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Terei, quem sabe, o mesmo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ador de antigamente). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210230400822746139-3796695980380177661?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/3796695980380177661/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/04/se.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/3796695980380177661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/3796695980380177661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/04/se.html' title='Se...'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SfY9j_b_nrI/AAAAAAAAAf4/aSZN7jA8744/s72-c/CA8HIBWH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-2498622346118460528</id><published>2009-04-26T21:37:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T16:05:56.764+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind the mask</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SfTHnf39THI/AAAAAAAAAfw/4xIu2Q51d-Y/s1600-h/DSCF4303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329103740471168114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 342px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SfTHnf39THI/AAAAAAAAAfw/4xIu2Q51d-Y/s400/DSCF4303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210230400822746139-2498622346118460528?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/2498622346118460528/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/04/behind-mask.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/2498622346118460528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/2498622346118460528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/04/behind-mask.html' title='Behind the mask'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SfTHnf39THI/AAAAAAAAAfw/4xIu2Q51d-Y/s72-c/DSCF4303.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-4553448845446315338</id><published>2009-04-26T11:12:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T11:19:49.754+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The return</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SfQ0sLNvzzI/AAAAAAAAAfg/zHizkXAT9QU/s1600-h/CAH88J1X.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328942192615477042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SfQ0sLNvzzI/AAAAAAAAAfg/zHizkXAT9QU/s400/CAH88J1X.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt; Back to my normal life.But changed!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210230400822746139-4553448845446315338?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/4553448845446315338/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/04/return.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/4553448845446315338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/4553448845446315338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/04/return.html' title='The return'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SfQ0sLNvzzI/AAAAAAAAAfg/zHizkXAT9QU/s72-c/CAH88J1X.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-120379459046576837</id><published>2009-04-25T11:20:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T11:52:27.431+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Contagem decrescente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SfLlC9EiJXI/AAAAAAAAAfY/MeHPtmSF468/s1600-h/CA6JSHIN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328573148048794994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SfLlC9EiJXI/AAAAAAAAAfY/MeHPtmSF468/s400/CA6JSHIN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para finalmente fazer algo para mudar de vida, para VIVER e não apenas sobreviver.&lt;br /&gt;Tempo de mudança avizinha-se. Quero fazer o que gosto, estar bem, e principalmente esperar o melhor mas estar preparada para o pior, assim se cair as minhas asas se abrirão e terei uma queda suave sem me machucar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É tempo de olhar para a vida e agradecer por a ter.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/5210230400822746139-120379459046576837?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/120379459046576837/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/04/contagem-decrescente.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/120379459046576837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/120379459046576837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/04/contagem-decrescente.html' title='Contagem decrescente'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SfLlC9EiJXI/AAAAAAAAAfY/MeHPtmSF468/s72-c/CA6JSHIN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-2425615205021118799</id><published>2009-04-25T11:07:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T11:17:13.205+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lágrimas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SfLho6LddPI/AAAAAAAAAfA/sO0Y-XCWAQI/s1600-h/DSCF4030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328569402061059314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 349px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SfLho6LddPI/AAAAAAAAAfA/sO0Y-XCWAQI/s400/DSCF4030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt; As lágrimas que derramei guardei-as aqui e deixei-as lá, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;porque essas pertencem ao passado e eu quero apenas viver o presente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;embora nunca renegando os tempos idos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Não quero mais lágrimas, quero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;apenas sorrir e estar bem comigo própria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Lágrimas não...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210230400822746139-2425615205021118799?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/2425615205021118799/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/04/lagrimas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/2425615205021118799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/2425615205021118799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/04/lagrimas.html' title='Lágrimas'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SfLho6LddPI/AAAAAAAAAfA/sO0Y-XCWAQI/s72-c/DSCF4030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-2317700006733966052</id><published>2009-04-25T10:56:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T00:25:07.492+01:00</updated><title type='text'>25 de Abril sempre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SfLemZu1gNI/AAAAAAAAAew/YMnD3wahSLw/s1600-h/CA81W3K7.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;AS PORTAS QUE ABRIL ABRIU&lt;br /&gt;Era uma vez um país&lt;br /&gt;onde entre o mar e a guerra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SfLgRx_85dI/AAAAAAAAAe4/sousEPoh8oU/s1600-h/CAQ3C52J.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328567905216685522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SfLgRx_85dI/AAAAAAAAAe4/sousEPoh8oU/s400/CAQ3C52J.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vivia o mais infeliz&lt;br /&gt;dos povos à beira-terra.&lt;br /&gt;Onde entre vinhas sobredos&lt;br /&gt;vales socalcos searas&lt;br /&gt;serras atalhos veredas&lt;br /&gt;lezírias e praias claras&lt;br /&gt;um povo se debruçava&lt;br /&gt;como um vime de tristeza&lt;br /&gt;sobre um rio onde mirava&lt;br /&gt;a sua própria pobreza.&lt;br /&gt;Era uma vez um país&lt;br /&gt;onde o pão era contado&lt;br /&gt;onde quem tinha a raiz&lt;br /&gt;tinha o fruto arrecadado&lt;br /&gt;onde quem tinha o dinheiro&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;onde morria primeiro&lt;br /&gt;quem nascia desgraçado.&lt;br /&gt;Era uma vez um país&lt;br /&gt;de tal maneira explorado&lt;br /&gt;pelos consórcios fabris&lt;br /&gt;pelo mando acumulado&lt;br /&gt;pelas ideias nazis&lt;br /&gt;pelo dinheiro estragado&lt;br /&gt;pelo dobrar da cerviz&lt;br /&gt;pelo trabalho amarrado&lt;br /&gt;que até hoje já se diz&lt;br /&gt;que nos tempos do passado&lt;br /&gt;se chamava esse país&lt;br /&gt;Portugal suicidado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ary dos Santos&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/5210230400822746139-2317700006733966052?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/2317700006733966052/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/04/25-de-abril-sempre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/2317700006733966052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/2317700006733966052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/04/25-de-abril-sempre.html' title='25 de Abril sempre'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SfLgRx_85dI/AAAAAAAAAe4/sousEPoh8oU/s72-c/CAQ3C52J.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-1899865766308327910</id><published>2009-04-24T10:44:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T10:58:13.548+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Time and Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SfGL3I92JmI/AAAAAAAAAeo/YX5f8OpM2PA/s1600-h/pedras+roladas+sem+furo.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328193613571958370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SfGL3I92JmI/AAAAAAAAAeo/YX5f8OpM2PA/s400/pedras+roladas+sem+furo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Foram-se os amores que tive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ou me tiveram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;partiram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;num cortejo silencioso e iluminado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O tempo ensinou-me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a não acreditar de mais na morte&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;nem desistir da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Cultivo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;alegrias num jardim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;onde estamos eu, os sonhos idos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;os velhos amores e seus segredos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E a esperança - que rebrilha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;como pedrinhas de cor entre as&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;raízes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210230400822746139-1899865766308327910?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/1899865766308327910/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/04/time-and-hope.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/1899865766308327910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/1899865766308327910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/04/time-and-hope.html' title='Time and Hope'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SfGL3I92JmI/AAAAAAAAAeo/YX5f8OpM2PA/s72-c/pedras+roladas+sem+furo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-876536706503287528</id><published>2009-04-22T21:21:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T21:41:12.946+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Proibido exercicio...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Se9-6HQI4MI/AAAAAAAAAeg/Xh7ybHhnjvU/s1600-h/CA0LURKL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327616421046837442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Se9-6HQI4MI/AAAAAAAAAeg/Xh7ybHhnjvU/s400/CA0LURKL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É pá uma pessoa fazer exercicio passado este tempo após o acidente e que descobre?? Que nem 1o min seguidos consegue correr!!! É deveras frustrante, e como não chegasse fiquei toda dorida e com imensas dores na coluna e no ombro que já à algum tempo me vem dando problemas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E pronto  foi meia horita, ora a correr ora a andar, tá mais que provado que ainda não estou fisicamente preparada para exercício físico e eu já a pensar que em Maio já recomeçava no Kickboxing, mas em vez disso quiropata com ele. &lt;/div&gt;Enfim e é assim as sequelas resultantes de um acidente por estupidez dos outros.&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/5210230400822746139-876536706503287528?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/876536706503287528/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/04/proibido-exercicio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/876536706503287528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/876536706503287528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/04/proibido-exercicio.html' title='Proibido exercicio...'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Se9-6HQI4MI/AAAAAAAAAeg/Xh7ybHhnjvU/s72-c/CA0LURKL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-2151296460915406356</id><published>2009-04-21T00:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T00:13:42.379+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Stairway to Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Se0BgDPeH3I/AAAAAAAAAeY/DGQMMURWnJQ/s1600-h/starwaytoheaven9jd[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326915584386801522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Se0BgDPeH3I/AAAAAAAAAeY/DGQMMURWnJQ/s400/starwaytoheaven9jd%5B1%5D.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/5210230400822746139-2151296460915406356?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/2151296460915406356/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/04/stairway-to-heaven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/2151296460915406356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/2151296460915406356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/04/stairway-to-heaven.html' title='Stairway to Heaven'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Se0BgDPeH3I/AAAAAAAAAeY/DGQMMURWnJQ/s72-c/starwaytoheaven9jd%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-4269737239571079051</id><published>2009-04-20T23:44:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T23:59:48.737+01:00</updated><title type='text'>MUDAR DE VIDA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Sez96CYZsYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/r-EFXR-OzQQ/s1600-h/CAYR5VMH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326911632785912194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Sez96CYZsYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/r-EFXR-OzQQ/s400/CAYR5VMH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Todos os dias o mesmo pensamento: "Quero desaparecer! Mudar de vida!".Estou farta!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dou um passo em frente e logo a seguir dois passos para trás. não posso pensar que tudo está bem, que rapidamente tudo se torna num grande buraco escuro sem fim!! Quando é que as coisas mudam? Será que algum dia haverá mudança?&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes quero desaparecer, fugir, tornar-me outra pessoa, ser uma coisa que não sou! Talvez assim as coisas mudem!! Preciso gritar, alguém que ouça, alguém que me aconselhe, que me diga o que fazer, para inverter a situação.&lt;br /&gt;Quero mais da vida do que estar constantemente triste e a chorar, sem vontade de viver!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fugi para longe de tudo e de todos para reflectir, e pensar se algum dia fui realmente feliz, ou se foi apenas uma ilusão!!&lt;br /&gt;No meio disto tudo acabam por pagar as pessoas que não têm nada que ver com assunto, eu não me quero tornar uma pessoa amarga , mas dia após dia é aquilo em que me estou a tornar!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um sentimento de revolta ao qual não tenho forças para lutar, um rancor que corrói o meu coração, que o desfaz!! Sou incapaz de sorrir, esboçar qualquer coisa parecida com um sorriso, ainda não tenho alegria para viver,não assim como tudo está!! Será que as coisas não mudam? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porquê eu? O que é que eu fiz? Ou que é que não fiz?&lt;br /&gt;Respostas para estas perguntas, ninguém tem, ou se têm não me dão!!!&lt;br /&gt;O que eu que fiz para merecer isto?&lt;br /&gt;Sim sei que não a melhor pessoa do mundo, tenho um feitio tramado, sou orgulhosa, sou tudo e mais alguma coisa.No entanto há uns meses atrás eu andava alegre e tinha esperança que as coisas finalmente tinham mudado, no fim voltou tudo ao mesmo, estaca zero!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero que as coisas mudem quero mudar de vida, viver o presente e deixar o passado, quero ser um novo eu. Quando regressar á minha rotina espero já ter conseguido tudo isto, voltar a sorrir desalmadamente e VIVER!!! Ver de novo o sol,mesmo num dia sombrio.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210230400822746139-4269737239571079051?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/4269737239571079051/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/04/mudar-de-vida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/4269737239571079051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/4269737239571079051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/04/mudar-de-vida.html' title='MUDAR DE VIDA'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Sez96CYZsYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/r-EFXR-OzQQ/s72-c/CAYR5VMH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-5980943854914256447</id><published>2009-04-19T22:57:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T23:12:56.008+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to reborn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Seuh0P6EqgI/AAAAAAAAAeI/ODEK3IeJpto/s1600-h/images[71].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326528903291120130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Seuh0P6EqgI/AAAAAAAAAeI/ODEK3IeJpto/s400/images%5B71%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210230400822746139-5980943854914256447?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/5980943854914256447/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/04/time-to-reborn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/5980943854914256447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/5980943854914256447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/04/time-to-reborn.html' title='Time to reborn'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Seuh0P6EqgI/AAAAAAAAAeI/ODEK3IeJpto/s72-c/images%5B71%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-8909209539763748151</id><published>2009-04-18T19:32:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T09:35:33.359+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Estrelas e Cometas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Há pessoas estrelas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Há pessoas cometas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Os cometas passam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apenas nos lembramos pelas datas em que passam e retornam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As estrelas permanecem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Há muita gente que é cometa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Passam pela nossa vida apenas por instantes; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não prendem ninguém e a ninguém se prendem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;São pessoas sem amigos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Passam pela vida sem iluminar, sem aquecer, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sem marcar presença. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Assim são muitos artistas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Brilham apenas por instantes nos palcos da vida. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E com a mesma rapidez com que aparecem, desaparecem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Assim são os reis e as rainhas: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;de nações, clubes, ou concursos de beleza. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Assim são os rapazes e raparigas que enamoram &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;e que depois, com a maior facilidade se abandonaram mutuamente. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Assim são as pessoas que vivem na mesma familia &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;e passam pelo outro sem serem presença. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Importante é ser estrela. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Marcar presença. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ser Luz, Calor, Vida. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Os amigos são estrelas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Podem passar os anos, dificuldades, distâncias, mas a marca fica no coração. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ser cometa não é ser totalmente amigo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É ser companheiro por instantes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Explorar sentimentos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aproveitar-se das pessoas e das situações. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É fazer acreditar e desacreditar ao mesmo tempo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A solidão é o resultado de uma vida cometa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ninguém fica. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Todos passam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E nós também passamos pelos outros. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Há necessidade de criar um mundo de estrelas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Todos os dias poder vê-las e senti-las. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Todos os dias poder contar com elas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Todos os dias ver a sua luz e o seu calor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Assim são os verdadeiros amigos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Estrelas na nossa vida. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pode-se contar com eles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eles são aragem nos momentos de tensão. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Luz nos momentos escuros. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pão nos momentos de fraqueza. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Segurança nos momentos de desânimo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Olhando para os cometas, é bom sentir-se estrela. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Marcar presença. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ter vivido e construído uma história pessoal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ter sido luz para muitos amigos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ter sido calor para muitos corações. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ser estrela neste mundo passageiro, neste mundo cheio de dificuldades, de pessoas cometas, e um desafio, mas acima de tudo uma recompensa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E nascer e ter vivido, e não apenas existido. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vamos procurar em cada dia fazer a nossa história acontecer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ser uma estrela para dar condições de que o mundo seja mais amigo, fraterno e solidário. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Se isso acontecer também seremos pessoas estrelas nos caminhos e na vida dos outros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;" Tens sido Cometa ou Estrela?? "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Por mim posso responder que tenho sido estrela para alguns e cometa para muitos outros.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210230400822746139-8909209539763748151?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/8909209539763748151/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/04/estrelas-e-cometas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/8909209539763748151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/8909209539763748151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/04/estrelas-e-cometas.html' title='Estrelas e Cometas'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-8295257772371464005</id><published>2009-04-07T08:21:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T08:42:48.708+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisões...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SdsDf01dcjI/AAAAAAAAAdI/8cqKmpDUkD0/s1600-h/images[85].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321851229962072626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SdsDf01dcjI/AAAAAAAAAdI/8cqKmpDUkD0/s400/images%5B85%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Todos os dias ao longo da nossa vida tomamos decisões, umas certas outras não, mas tomamos pelo que a nossa razão ou coração nos dita. Por vezes são decisões difíceis que nos levam a pensar muito ou então por motivos de força maior temos de tomá-las, ás vezes até por cobardia, medo, dor, as tomamos:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Eu tomei mais uma, para mim chega, chamem-me o que quiserem, eu tentei, busquei força onde nem sabia que a tinha, mas tudo se esgota e até essa força se esgotou, fui derrotada por mim mesma. Agora simplesmente quero voar pelo céu, quero chegar ao horizonte comtemplando o oceano, quero não sentir mais nada, quero ser livre de todo o peso que carrego. Quero partir por onde não há caminhos, nem trilhos, nem encruzilhadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Quero ser livre e ser levada pela brisa, quero somente voar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"O destino é uma questão de escolha."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210230400822746139-8295257772371464005?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/8295257772371464005/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/04/desicoes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/8295257772371464005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/8295257772371464005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/04/desicoes.html' title='Decisões...'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SdsDf01dcjI/AAAAAAAAAdI/8cqKmpDUkD0/s72-c/images%5B85%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-6123711083856233161</id><published>2009-04-05T13:22:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T13:44:32.484+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ontem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Sdimj8P6VRI/AAAAAAAAAdA/MBVIY61ovfw/s1600-h/ASZYWBACAW6VJFYCAZB1FWFCACTUWVOCAPUDQ5RCAYIVJ9WCAEYGFADCAQ95W3TCAPHT3HJCAYIUUDFCAEIPXPPCAATPM4CCAFLKC7GCAJDZIG1CAV0W0NRCAT2ILE0CAG8E423CAQ1BLSVCA5ZV9R9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321186096136738066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Sdimj8P6VRI/AAAAAAAAAdA/MBVIY61ovfw/s400/ASZYWBACAW6VJFYCAZB1FWFCACTUWVOCAPUDQ5RCAYIVJ9WCAEYGFADCAQ95W3TCAPHT3HJCAYIUUDFCAEIPXPPCAATPM4CCAFLKC7GCAJDZIG1CAV0W0NRCAT2ILE0CAG8E423CAQ1BLSVCA5ZV9R9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Quando menos estamos á espera somos surpreendidos, e ontem foi um desses dias, parece que tinha ganho o euro milhões, vejam só o que ganhei:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;- Um castelo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;- Um BMW preto;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;- Um conjunto de pratos e copos do Pooh;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;- Uma luz de presença também do Pooh;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;- Uma ficha tripla, lol;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;- Um conjunto vibração (eis a razão da ficha tripla);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;- Um, não, dois ramos de flores;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;- Umas calças;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;- Uma echarpe,girissíma;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;- Uma bolsa também girissíma;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;- Um almoço que me daria para uma semana, mas comi o que nem parece meu... valeu depois o passeio para fazer a digestão,lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Não sei se me esqueci de alguma coisa, é que é difícil de memorizar tanta coisa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;E o melhor de tudo é que nem fazia anos, até porque já os fiz, e não foi por esse motivo. Porque para receber prendas não é necessário ter uma razão ou data específica. Obrigada pessoal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Foi muito divertido, também houve uma piela pelo meio (não minha), e filmes até ás 5 da manhã. Se bem que só resistiram dois até ao fim os outros já nanavam... Eu resisti, iupi.Malucos ;)&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/5210230400822746139-6123711083856233161?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/6123711083856233161/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/04/ontem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/6123711083856233161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/6123711083856233161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/04/ontem.html' title='Ontem...'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Sdimj8P6VRI/AAAAAAAAAdA/MBVIY61ovfw/s72-c/ASZYWBACAW6VJFYCAZB1FWFCACTUWVOCAPUDQ5RCAYIVJ9WCAEYGFADCAQ95W3TCAPHT3HJCAYIUUDFCAEIPXPPCAATPM4CCAFLKC7GCAJDZIG1CAV0W0NRCAT2ILE0CAG8E423CAQ1BLSVCA5ZV9R9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-6811062815669807697</id><published>2009-04-04T00:41:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T00:45:35.096+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to drink...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Sdae7vAZO-I/AAAAAAAAAcw/GrUdEZO2wuQ/s1600-h/apos18%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320614758852410338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Sdae7vAZO-I/AAAAAAAAAcw/GrUdEZO2wuQ/s400/apos18%5B1%5D.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/5210230400822746139-6811062815669807697?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/6811062815669807697/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/04/time-to-drink.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/6811062815669807697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/6811062815669807697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/04/time-to-drink.html' title='Time to drink...'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/Sdae7vAZO-I/AAAAAAAAAcw/GrUdEZO2wuQ/s72-c/apos18%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-6371891349742953449</id><published>2009-04-03T23:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T23:59:16.870+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saldos em Tempo de Crise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SdaUUnSi6lI/AAAAAAAAAco/IpNLW5nXQPs/s1600-h/img008i%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320603091649882706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SdaUUnSi6lI/AAAAAAAAAco/IpNLW5nXQPs/s400/img008i%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Promoção na rua de Santo António - Faro&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/5210230400822746139-6371891349742953449?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/6371891349742953449/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/04/saldos-em-tempo-de-crise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/6371891349742953449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/6371891349742953449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/04/saldos-em-tempo-de-crise.html' title='Saldos em Tempo de Crise'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SdaUUnSi6lI/AAAAAAAAAco/IpNLW5nXQPs/s72-c/img008i%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-8154923289502370491</id><published>2009-04-03T02:14:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T02:36:53.811+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonhar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SdVn8xycbsI/AAAAAAAAAcg/rRBGDRlUITM/s1600-h/1X0G2PCA26ZJH8CAUQYC0BCA3BGEQCCAPZHONDCA24XSO3CAA06VN3CA74USUNCA9J9T9QCAGNEGG0CA9H0KD1CARWG2HQCA8XL88ICA2EJIG3CAXP02EVCA9GY7RECATDN0DQCARPPACICAVK5QKW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320272828662836930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SdVn8xycbsI/AAAAAAAAAcg/rRBGDRlUITM/s400/1X0G2PCA26ZJH8CAUQYC0BCA3BGEQCCAPZHONDCA24XSO3CAA06VN3CA74USUNCA9J9T9QCAGNEGG0CA9H0KD1CARWG2HQCA8XL88ICA2EJIG3CAXP02EVCA9GY7RECATDN0DQCARPPACICAVK5QKW.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sonhar é sair pela janela da liberdade,&lt;br /&gt;é vaguear pelos caminhos&lt;br /&gt;proibidos ou não.&lt;br /&gt;É, sem ter um rumo qualquer,&lt;br /&gt;ter um alvo a perseguir:&lt;br /&gt;a felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhar é não limitar-se a limites&lt;br /&gt;sejam eles quais forem,&lt;br /&gt;impostos ou não.&lt;br /&gt;É fazer do impossível o possível&lt;br /&gt;quando e como quiser o coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhar é viver o passado no futuro&lt;br /&gt;e o futuro no presente.&lt;br /&gt;É ter o se quer&lt;br /&gt;e afastar o que não se deseja&lt;br /&gt;É despertar dentro de si&lt;br /&gt;aquele ser criança.&lt;br /&gt;É almejar a vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra sonhar não é preciso&lt;br /&gt;ter passado, nem presente,&lt;br /&gt;nem cultura, nem riquezas...&lt;br /&gt;Pra sonhar não precisa fazer parte&lt;br /&gt;de uma classe social&lt;br /&gt;de uma faixa etária&lt;br /&gt;ou de qualquer coisa que separe&lt;br /&gt;um ser humano do seu semelhante&lt;br /&gt;É preciso apenas ter esperança&lt;br /&gt;pois sem esperança ninguém vive&lt;br /&gt;e sonhar é viver...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhar não é direcionar os pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;ao que pode ser real&lt;br /&gt;Mas sim tornar real,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo que apenas na mente,&lt;br /&gt;o possível e o impossível,&lt;br /&gt;o real e o abstrato&lt;br /&gt;o tudo e o nada&lt;br /&gt;Num tempo e num lugar&lt;br /&gt;a serem definidos&lt;br /&gt;ao belprazer de quem sonha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhar é dar a própria vida&lt;br /&gt;a um sentimento de bem-estar&lt;br /&gt;e, sem restrições,&lt;br /&gt;entregar ao coração as rédeas da razão&lt;br /&gt;É viver com quem se ama&lt;br /&gt;sentindo-se amado.&lt;br /&gt;Sonhar é sair...&lt;br /&gt;É vaguear...&lt;br /&gt;É não ter rumo.&lt;br /&gt;É ter um alvo.&lt;br /&gt;É não limitar-se.&lt;br /&gt;É fazer...&lt;br /&gt;É sentir...&lt;br /&gt;É amar...&lt;br /&gt;É ser amado...&lt;br /&gt;É ter esperança...&lt;br /&gt;É viver!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhar é preciso!&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/5210230400822746139-8154923289502370491?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/8154923289502370491/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/04/sonhar.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/8154923289502370491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/8154923289502370491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/04/sonhar.html' title='Sonhar...'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SdVn8xycbsI/AAAAAAAAAcg/rRBGDRlUITM/s72-c/1X0G2PCA26ZJH8CAUQYC0BCA3BGEQCCAPZHONDCA24XSO3CAA06VN3CA74USUNCA9J9T9QCAGNEGG0CA9H0KD1CARWG2HQCA8XL88ICA2EJIG3CAXP02EVCA9GY7RECATDN0DQCARPPACICAVK5QKW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210230400822746139.post-943219126300052351</id><published>2009-04-02T17:59:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T18:13:09.651+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The perfect place....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SdTw2eFzCxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/W-tAWsfRo_g/s1600-h/316200910842PM%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320141878412380946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SdTw2eFzCxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/W-tAWsfRo_g/s400/316200910842PM%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Were I wish to be right now with myself, me and I.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5210230400822746139-943219126300052351?l=sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/feeds/943219126300052351/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/04/perfect-place.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/943219126300052351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210230400822746139/posts/default/943219126300052351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sobrevivernavida.blogspot.com/2009/04/perfect-place.html' title='The perfect place....'/><author><name>Flower of desert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12871669397340221584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SYiRwnIxnwI/AAAAAAAAASA/x6b8vX57i6Y/S220/600_06-Desert_Flower%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fiNcSQSZpc4/SdTw2eFzCxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/W-tAWsfRo_g/s72-c/316200910842PM%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
