<?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-3941594043259834815</id><updated>2011-11-28T00:33:04.760Z</updated><title type='text'>PRANCHA DE SURF</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfando-na-net.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941594043259834815/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfando-na-net.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mulher moderna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202176499310592755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941594043259834815.post-7332121373605378586</id><published>2008-02-22T17:47:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:49:22.361Z</updated><title type='text'>Saudade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cheia de saudades, deito-me, rebolo na cama &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas o sono não chega... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinto falta do teu beijo, do teu cheiro, do teu carinho... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No meu peito ficou essa vontade de querer-te tanto &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/R78MwT_6XmI/AAAAAAAAAIo/PylHbij9z-w/s1600-h/descanso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169864921386212962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/R78MwT_6XmI/AAAAAAAAAIo/PylHbij9z-w/s400/descanso.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um amor imenso, leva-me ao desespero &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando sonho contigo, com o teu abraço &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fico confusa, não sei o que faço &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Domina-me esse teu olhar &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Penetrante e apaixonado... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Essa forma tão tua de amar &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinto saudades de cada momento,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cada porção de felicidade &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que vivi ao teu lado. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daria tudo por um beijo teu agora &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Com a face molhada pelas lágrimas &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cheia de saudades, de desejos de ser amada...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finalmente adormeço a pensar em Ti...&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/3941594043259834815-7332121373605378586?l=surfando-na-net.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfando-na-net.blogspot.com/feeds/7332121373605378586/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941594043259834815&amp;postID=7332121373605378586' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941594043259834815/posts/default/7332121373605378586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941594043259834815/posts/default/7332121373605378586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfando-na-net.blogspot.com/2008/02/saudade.html' title='Saudade...'/><author><name>Mulher moderna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202176499310592755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/R78MwT_6XmI/AAAAAAAAAIo/PylHbij9z-w/s72-c/descanso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941594043259834815.post-4823629320981394174</id><published>2007-10-28T22:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:49:22.460Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/RyUfOUTHcmI/AAAAAAAAAIg/eY1SaUtgU5Q/s1600-h/data.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126538081658696290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/RyUfOUTHcmI/AAAAAAAAAIg/eY1SaUtgU5Q/s400/data.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje senti saudades deste espaço...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Já nao venho aqui há muito tempo, fartei-me um pouco destas lides porque as vezes nem sei o que escrever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mas hoje ca estou eu, pronta para mais um surf de blog...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Depois de tanto sol, o frio volta finalmente aos nossos dias de Outono.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Uma lembrança, não, uma sensação percorre as minhas entranhas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Algo que não chega a incomodar mas lateja o tempo todo, não me deixando esquecer tua presença.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Largo tudo que estou a fazer, e penso em ti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Depois de tantas portas que se abriram e fecharam, uma que demorei tanto a encontrar, abriu-se e lá estavas... esperando-me...convidando-me a entrar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Entrei a medo, não o nego, mas felizmente que entrei, passados 11 meses continuo a olhar para ti da mesma forma que olhei no primeiro dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nossos cheiros se misturam como um perfume único, reconhecido somente por nós. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nada e ninguém será capaz de invadir nossos sentimentos e roubar esses momentos que criamos para nós !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No nosso mundo nos amamos sem que nenhum tipo de intrusão seja possível! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fechamos-nos no nosso mundo de fantasia e ali nos realizamos plenamente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tu aceitas-te-me no teu mundo e entras-te definitivamente no meu...Não importa que tenha sido somente agora, nem os motivos de nossos desencontros. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nos encontramos ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tu existes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A muita distancia tu vives, mas vivemos juntos nas nossas fantasias. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Habitamos o coração um do outro e nada pode arrancar isso de nós.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941594043259834815-4823629320981394174?l=surfando-na-net.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfando-na-net.blogspot.com/feeds/4823629320981394174/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941594043259834815&amp;postID=4823629320981394174' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941594043259834815/posts/default/4823629320981394174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941594043259834815/posts/default/4823629320981394174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfando-na-net.blogspot.com/2007/10/hoje-senti-saudades-deste-espao.html' title=''/><author><name>Mulher moderna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202176499310592755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/RyUfOUTHcmI/AAAAAAAAAIg/eY1SaUtgU5Q/s72-c/data.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941594043259834815.post-7434559519204343138</id><published>2007-06-17T21:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:49:22.621Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/RnWXnTXQrfI/AAAAAAAAAHo/ERWfxKkL5YU/s1600-h/AMOTE5.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077130856398630386" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/RnWU4TXQreI/AAAAAAAAAHg/hrhlQNWlykc/s400/AMOTE3.jpeg" 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/3941594043259834815-2394658186688931198?l=surfando-na-net.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfando-na-net.blogspot.com/feeds/2394658186688931198/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941594043259834815&amp;postID=2394658186688931198' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941594043259834815/posts/default/2394658186688931198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941594043259834815/posts/default/2394658186688931198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfando-na-net.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post_17.html' title=''/><author><name>Mulher moderna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202176499310592755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/RnWU4TXQreI/AAAAAAAAAHg/hrhlQNWlykc/s72-c/AMOTE3.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941594043259834815.post-3700747906777099941</id><published>2007-06-12T16:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:49:22.961Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pois é...&lt;br /&gt;Fazemos hoje 6 mesinhos...!&lt;br /&gt;Tantas coisas boas&lt;br /&gt;que temos vivido juntos, &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/Rm63sjXQrbI/AAAAAAAAAHE/J9ZF0wKaZeY/s1600-h/gse_multipart22276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075195806128057778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/Rm63sjXQrbI/AAAAAAAAAHE/J9ZF0wKaZeY/s400/gse_multipart22276.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/Rm63sjXQrbI/AAAAAAAAAHE/J9ZF0wKaZeY/s1600-h/gse_multipart22276.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estando sempre presentes&lt;br /&gt;nos bons e maus momentos... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/Rm63sjXQrbI/AAAAAAAAAHE/J9ZF0wKaZeY/s1600-h/gse_multipart22276.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Amor que sentimos&lt;br /&gt;é tão forte, tão bom...&lt;br /&gt;Faz-me sentir sempre assim,&lt;br /&gt;realizada e Feliz...&lt;br /&gt;Ambos sabemos que&lt;br /&gt;nem tudo foram rosas&lt;br /&gt;mas também ambos sabemos,&lt;br /&gt;que juntos temos conseguido&lt;br /&gt;limpar os espinhos que elas trazem...&lt;br /&gt;Quero viver este sonho contigo&lt;br /&gt;e continuar a viver todos estes momentos&lt;br /&gt;ao teu lado...&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado Amor...AMO-TE Fernando Santos eternamente...!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941594043259834815-3700747906777099941?l=surfando-na-net.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfando-na-net.blogspot.com/feeds/3700747906777099941/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941594043259834815&amp;postID=3700747906777099941' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941594043259834815/posts/default/3700747906777099941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941594043259834815/posts/default/3700747906777099941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfando-na-net.blogspot.com/2007/06/pois.html' title=''/><author><name>Mulher moderna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202176499310592755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/Rm63sjXQrbI/AAAAAAAAAHE/J9ZF0wKaZeY/s72-c/gse_multipart22276.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941594043259834815.post-4906935553617926150</id><published>2007-06-06T18:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:49:23.190Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/RmbszjXQraI/AAAAAAAAAG8/71pwN_B5yrA/s1600-h/puro2....jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073002400689728930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/RmbszjXQraI/AAAAAAAAAG8/71pwN_B5yrA/s400/puro2....jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu quero amar sem compromisso, sem ter que dar satisfações a ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;Quero que me pegues pelo braço e leves onde tu quiseres...&lt;br /&gt;Vamos curtir sozinhos nossas vidas, nossos desejos de almas gémeas que um dia se encontraram, por acaso.&lt;br /&gt;Vamos seguir nossos caminhos juntos e parar onde for o ponto ideal para ancorar nossos corpos e deixar que o amor faça deles o que quiser...&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser numa lagoa, numa praia, num campo bem verdinho, naquela relva macia à sombra de uma árvore.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez numa cabana, bem no centro daquele bosque, onde o ar é tão puro que chega a ser perfumado...&lt;br /&gt;Iremos até onde o céu encontra a terra, lá longe... e depois voltaremos, com a certeza de que nosso amor é tão lindo como o arco-íris que visualizamos...&lt;br /&gt;Voltaremos cansados para a selva de pedra e, recordaremos os momentos vividos juntos.&lt;br /&gt;Só nós, a sós...&lt;br /&gt;Aceitas Nando?&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/3941594043259834815-4906935553617926150?l=surfando-na-net.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfando-na-net.blogspot.com/feeds/4906935553617926150/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941594043259834815&amp;postID=4906935553617926150' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941594043259834815/posts/default/4906935553617926150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941594043259834815/posts/default/4906935553617926150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfando-na-net.blogspot.com/2007/06/eu-quero-amar-sem-compromisso-sem-ter.html' title=''/><author><name>Mulher moderna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202176499310592755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/RmbszjXQraI/AAAAAAAAAG8/71pwN_B5yrA/s72-c/puro2....jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941594043259834815.post-5533964427266641120</id><published>2007-06-04T18:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:49:23.580Z</updated><title type='text'>Dou-te o meu coracão...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/RmRPUvAv2xI/AAAAAAAAAGk/RMt-EENhZa0/s1600-h/coraÃ§ao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072266297961601810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" height="229" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/RmRPUvAv2xI/AAAAAAAAAGk/RMt-EENhZa0/s400/cora%25C3%25A7ao.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dou-te o Meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;É teu...&lt;br /&gt;O verdadeiro Amor,&lt;br /&gt;Está dentro dele!&lt;br /&gt;Guarda-o para Ti.&lt;br /&gt;Escuta o que ele te diz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É TEU! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941594043259834815-5533964427266641120?l=surfando-na-net.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfando-na-net.blogspot.com/feeds/5533964427266641120/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941594043259834815&amp;postID=5533964427266641120' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941594043259834815/posts/default/5533964427266641120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941594043259834815/posts/default/5533964427266641120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfando-na-net.blogspot.com/2007/06/dou-te-o-meu-coraco.html' title='Dou-te o meu coracão...'/><author><name>Mulher moderna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202176499310592755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/RmRPUvAv2xI/AAAAAAAAAGk/RMt-EENhZa0/s72-c/cora%25C3%25A7ao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941594043259834815.post-5143578317033422711</id><published>2007-05-26T01:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:49:23.791Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/RleH1PAv2vI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ulpPx-OjQK4/s1600-h/fim+do+dia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068669254261267186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/RleH1PAv2vI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ulpPx-OjQK4/s400/fim+do+dia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mais um fim de semana se aproxima...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Já não sei se valerá a pena esperar pelo fim de semana...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É fixe que não se trabalha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mas os meus fins de semana começam a ficar demasiado repetitivos, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;parece k se escolhe o fim de semana para brigarmos, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;acho que ainda não houve um em que isso não acontecesse,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;será sina, ou será mesmo k não vale a pena esperar pelo fim de semana?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este fim de semana vou ter o meu filhote, pelo menos espero k me venha alegrar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;um pouco o fim de semana que vai ser de chuva segundo parece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A ver vamos como diz o cego... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Agora vou-me deitar... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sinto-me cansada, não fisicamente mas psicologicamente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;estas brigas começam a ser demasiado desgastantes, se não é por um motivo é por outro... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;e eu estou a ficar demasiado cansada... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Detesto brigas... detesto discutir com alguém, e muito menos quando os assuntos são mesquinhos sem importância. Mas perder até a vontade de brincar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não isso não... as minhas campainhas começam a tocar, a dar sinais de alerta, e eu começo a sentir-me perdida...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não quero que tu mudes, mas eu também não irei mudar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ou aceitas-me como sou, ou não aceitas... eu não vou deixar de ser a pessoa que sempre fui, alegre e brincalhona, só porque tu achas que eu dou trela a toda a gente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Foi também assim que te conheci, alegre e brincalhão e não quero que mudes nunca... mas parece que esse querer é só para um lado.. e tem que funcionar para os dois, se não a balança fica desequilibrada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este não será mais um DT como tu próprio dizes porque este vai direitinho a ti Nando... os outros também não o são, no geral tirando os dos temas gerais que tenho aqui poucos, todos são direccionados a ti, mas pelos vistos para ti são DTs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;São duas da manhã, mais uma noite em que tinha feito planos que foi por agua abaixo..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Acho que a melhor solução é deixar de fazer planos, talvez assim tenha alguma sorte...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vou-me deitar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Um ate amanhã, um até sempre...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941594043259834815-5143578317033422711?l=surfando-na-net.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfando-na-net.blogspot.com/feeds/5143578317033422711/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941594043259834815&amp;postID=5143578317033422711' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941594043259834815/posts/default/5143578317033422711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941594043259834815/posts/default/5143578317033422711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfando-na-net.blogspot.com/2007/05/mais-um-fim-de-semana-se-aproxima.html' title=''/><author><name>Mulher moderna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202176499310592755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/RleH1PAv2vI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ulpPx-OjQK4/s72-c/fim+do+dia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941594043259834815.post-7134147125910896635</id><published>2007-05-25T00:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:49:23.886Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/RlYndPAv2uI/AAAAAAAAAGM/RGBo5Hq-3Hg/s1600-h/pinoquio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068281813851429602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="300" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/RlYndPAv2uI/AAAAAAAAAGM/RGBo5Hq-3Hg/s400/pinoquio.jpg" width="117" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje vou falar sobre a mentira...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em geral, a mentira sempre vem com a culpa e a vergonha. Mentimos porque temos medo da verdade, ou da consequência dessa mesma verdade. Eu menti… menti porque para mim foi mais fácil do que dizer a verdade, tinha medo das consequências dessa mesma verdade. Não estou a falar de uma mentira pequena e necessária, mas de uma mentira que afecta as pessoas ao nosso redor, para o bem ou para o mal. Felizmente essa mentira acabou, fui confrontada com a verdade, e tive que reconhecer que tinha mentido, por incrível que pareça, sinto-me aliviada, a mentira cada vez me atrofiava mais e cada vez crescia mais, tipo bola de neve ao ponto de se tornar insustentável.&lt;br /&gt;Neste momento doa a quem doer, prefiro uma boa verdade do que uma boa mentira, a sensação de alívio após a confissão é indescritível.&lt;br /&gt;Esta mentira por acaso não teve consequências, mas poderia ter…&lt;br /&gt;Poderia ter acabado com uma das melhores relações da minha vida, e se não acabou foi devido a alguém que me entendeu, que me perdoou (acredito eu), mas sei que este tijolo que eu coloquei no nosso caminho vai estar sempre lá. Vai ser um tijolo k não fará parte da construção mas que á conta da minha mentira estará lá mal colocado.&lt;br /&gt;Mas uma coisa eu aprendi, mais vale magoar alguém com uma verdade, do que magoar alguém com uma mentira…&lt;br /&gt;E eu dessa forma juro-te que nunca mais te irei magoar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941594043259834815-7134147125910896635?l=surfando-na-net.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfando-na-net.blogspot.com/feeds/7134147125910896635/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941594043259834815&amp;postID=7134147125910896635' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941594043259834815/posts/default/7134147125910896635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941594043259834815/posts/default/7134147125910896635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfando-na-net.blogspot.com/2007/05/hoje-vou-falar-sobre-mentira.html' title=''/><author><name>Mulher moderna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202176499310592755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/RlYndPAv2uI/AAAAAAAAAGM/RGBo5Hq-3Hg/s72-c/pinoquio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941594043259834815.post-8376255176251993629</id><published>2007-05-21T20:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:49:24.047Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/RlIFEfAv2tI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9c6yCKxgs1o/s1600-h/ciume.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067118105347480274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/RlIFEfAv2tI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9c6yCKxgs1o/s400/ciume.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje foi dia de falar sobre o ciume...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tema que ultimamente me tem atrofiado e deixado um pouco triste, mas a verdade é que o ciume ataca muito mais gente do que eu pensava, e muitas historias sao iguais, diria mesmo que quase passadas a papel quimico.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por isso decidi pesquisar alguma sobre esse sentimento... O Ciume!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deixo aqui uma opinião de uma psicologa, que desde ja declaro que sou 100% de acordo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NORMAL E EXCESSIVO&lt;br /&gt;Algum nível de ciúmes é necessário em todo relacionamento. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Todos nós, alguma vez, já o sentimos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As pessoas costumam dizer que o ciúme é o tempero do amor, aquela pitada que o incrementa, mostrando que o interesse mútuo permanece aceso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A presença de ciúmes é saudável nas relações amorosas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O ciúme serve como um sensor, uma medida da segurança que se sente na relação. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sua ausência, tanto quanto seu excesso, pode prejudicar o relacionamento. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No caso do ciúme normal, a honestidade e o reasseguramento do companheiro são importantes.&lt;br /&gt;Muitas vezes reacções de ciúmes são esperadas, por exemplo na descoberta de uma infidelidade. Quando não há intimidade suficiente no relacionamento, o ciúmes também pode se intensificar, pois o companheiro tenta desesperadamente se orientar em uma estrada onde a sinalização não é clara e por isto testa o relacionamento constantemente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quando o ciúme se torna excessivo, ao invés de fazer bem ao relacionamento, acaba tendo o efeito oposto, muitas vezes afastando o companheiro. Na ânsia de não perder a pessoa amada, o ciumento cerceia seus passos e sua liberdade de tal modo, invadindo seu espaço pessoal e sua privacidade, ferindo seus sentimentos com acusações infundadas, que afrouxa os laços que os uniam. O controle que o ciumento tenta impingir ao seu parceiro vai "sufocando" a vítima do ciúme, que se afasta cada vez mais para poder "respirar". Seus actos, suas amizades, seu trabalho, seus pensamentos, suas fantasias e lembranças, tudo parecem ameaçar a segurança do ciumento. O ciúme doentio faz com que sua vítima se sinta cada vez mais ressentida com a falta de confiança do companheiro em seu comprometimento para com ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;De modo geral, o ciúmes muito intenso é sinal de dificuldades emocionais.&lt;br /&gt;A desvalorização de si mesmo, a baixa estima, é uma das causas importantes do ciúme intenso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pessoas seguras de si, de seu valor, costumam lidar bem com seus sentimentos de ciúmes, não se deixando levar por eles e até fazendo com que revertam em proveito do próprio relacionamento. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A segurança contra a competição é a grande arma destas pessoas. O medo da intimidade também pode ser uma das causas do ciúme em demasia, que é utilizado neste caso para distanciar o parceiro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Outro factor que pode levar à desconfiança e ao ciúmes descontrolado é a mudança no comportamento do parceiro, que pode ser interpretada pelo companheiro como sinal de que pode estar havendo ou haver maior oportunidade de traição. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A diminuição da frequência sexual de um dos companheiros pode ser uma destas mudanças.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O aumento do rol de interesses e interacções sociais de um parceiro que "parecia sobre controle", também. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Um factor importante em todos os casos de ciúmes demasiado é a prevalência da fantasia em detrimento da realidade, que alimenta esta emoção. Pensamentos e/ou imagens distorcidos aumentam o ciúmes, o que leva a novos pensamentos e/ou imagens distorcidos, em um círculo vicioso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O ciumento excessivo, muitas vezes, deve "perder o medo de perder, para não perder".&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Manter um equilíbrio entre o medo de perder o parceiro e as evidências reais de perigo de abandono é essencial para o ciúme sadio. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kelen de Bernardi Pizol *- psicoterapia individual e terapia de casal - Butantã, São Paulo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941594043259834815-8376255176251993629?l=surfando-na-net.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfando-na-net.blogspot.com/feeds/8376255176251993629/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941594043259834815&amp;postID=8376255176251993629' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941594043259834815/posts/default/8376255176251993629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941594043259834815/posts/default/8376255176251993629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfando-na-net.blogspot.com/2007/05/hoje-foi-dia-de-falar-sobre-o-ciume.html' title=''/><author><name>Mulher moderna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202176499310592755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/RlIFEfAv2tI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9c6yCKxgs1o/s72-c/ciume.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941594043259834815.post-9184195575096427701</id><published>2007-05-19T22:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:49:24.113Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/Rk9vYvAv2pI/AAAAAAAAAFk/8kLFcDilteE/s1600-h/img.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066390576542243474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 346px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/Rk9vYvAv2pI/AAAAAAAAAFk/8kLFcDilteE/s320/img.jpg" width="309" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Por que é que há dias que as certezas são tão fortes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;E outros em que elas parecem desaparecer... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Fica a confusão... a insegurança... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Será que todos passam por isto? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Sim, eu acho que sim...talvez seja o normal, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Altos e baixos, um dia feliz...no outro pensativa, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Esta história de sentimentos... é complexa demais... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Talvez esteja aí o estimulante para a vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Por que iríamos lutar tanto, nos superar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Se tudo fosse sempre certinho...perfeito... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;As vezes penso que no sofrimento sinto-me mais viva, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Sinto mais o que sou, como sou... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Preciso muito de ter paz e tranquilidade para saber... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;compreender, aceitar, respeitar..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Amar não é deixar de ver os defeitos da outra pessoa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;e sim vê-los, todos eles, e aceitar cada um com sabedoria, maturidade....&lt;br /&gt;Amar não é tentar mudar alguém,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;é aceita-lo tal como o conhecemos no primeiro dia.&lt;br /&gt;Amar é sabermos modelarmo-nos um ao outro, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;aceitando e respeitando tudo o que a outra pessoa tem para nos oferecer.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eu aceito-te como és… não quero que mudes nunca!&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/3941594043259834815-9184195575096427701?l=surfando-na-net.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfando-na-net.blogspot.com/feeds/9184195575096427701/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941594043259834815&amp;postID=9184195575096427701' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941594043259834815/posts/default/9184195575096427701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941594043259834815/posts/default/9184195575096427701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfando-na-net.blogspot.com/2007/05/por-que-que-h-dias-que-as-certezas-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Mulher moderna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202176499310592755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/Rk9vYvAv2pI/AAAAAAAAAFk/8kLFcDilteE/s72-c/img.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941594043259834815.post-1564779579516525193</id><published>2007-05-18T23:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:49:24.267Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/Rk4rAfAv2nI/AAAAAAAAAFU/IJlKuT0uwsA/s1600-h/ausencia2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066033918163016306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="267" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/Rk4rAfAv2nI/AAAAAAAAAFU/IJlKuT0uwsA/s320/ausencia2.jpg" width="273" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero Dizer Que Te Amo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Preparo-me para me deitar e penso em ti. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sonho em te abraçar, em ter-te aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;O teu rosto vem-me à memória,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;vejo os teus olhos cristalinos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;olhos esses que refletem a luz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Contemplo esse sorriso, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;sorriso esse que me seduz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sinto o toque dessas mãos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;o toque desses braços, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;esses gestos de ternura... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;De repente acordo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;vejo o que tenho perdido, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;a mágoa que me tortura, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;a dor que me corrói lentamente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;o medo que está escondido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;ou a coragem que me falta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;para chegar junto a ti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;e dizer o que tenho sentido. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Quero dizer-te que te amo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Quero alcançar essa felicidade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Quero estar contigo para a eternidade.&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/3941594043259834815-1564779579516525193?l=surfando-na-net.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfando-na-net.blogspot.com/feeds/1564779579516525193/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941594043259834815&amp;postID=1564779579516525193' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941594043259834815/posts/default/1564779579516525193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941594043259834815/posts/default/1564779579516525193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfando-na-net.blogspot.com/2007/05/quero-dizer-que-te-amo-preparo-me-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Mulher moderna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202176499310592755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/Rk4rAfAv2nI/AAAAAAAAAFU/IJlKuT0uwsA/s72-c/ausencia2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941594043259834815.post-58304854489943837</id><published>2007-05-16T01:34:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T01:34:18.955+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nove semanas e meia </title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/NREgwSzvyDs' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/NREgwSzvyDs'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Voltando a secçao dos meus filmes preferidos..&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh mas eu ainda quero experimentar uma cena deste filme k sempre me deixou em pulgas...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941594043259834815-58304854489943837?l=surfando-na-net.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfando-na-net.blogspot.com/feeds/58304854489943837/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941594043259834815&amp;postID=58304854489943837' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941594043259834815/posts/default/58304854489943837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941594043259834815/posts/default/58304854489943837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfando-na-net.blogspot.com/2007/05/nove-semanas-e-meia.html' title='Nove semanas e meia 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941594043259834815-7595653289903786618?l=surfando-na-net.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfando-na-net.blogspot.com/feeds/7595653289903786618/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941594043259834815&amp;postID=7595653289903786618' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941594043259834815/posts/default/7595653289903786618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941594043259834815/posts/default/7595653289903786618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfando-na-net.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post_16.html' title='Eu com as maos tambem faria tanta coisa ;)'/><author><name>Mulher moderna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202176499310592755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/RkpDsJfO5fI/AAAAAAAAAFE/L0kcmhlxacw/s72-c/maos.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941594043259834815.post-8200545961541574900</id><published>2007-05-15T02:25:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T02:25:52.591+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ghost</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/4CpuJHUH6jc' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/4CpuJHUH6jc'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Um dos filmes mais bonitos que eu vi ate hoje...&lt;br /&gt;E a musica? a musica então nem comento.. é simplesmente celestial&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941594043259834815-8200545961541574900?l=surfando-na-net.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfando-na-net.blogspot.com/feeds/8200545961541574900/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941594043259834815&amp;postID=8200545961541574900' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941594043259834815/posts/default/8200545961541574900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941594043259834815/posts/default/8200545961541574900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfando-na-net.blogspot.com/2007/05/ghost.html' title='The Ghost'/><author><name>Mulher moderna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202176499310592755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941594043259834815.post-5911099780197127394</id><published>2007-05-15T01:36:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:49:24.606Z</updated><title type='text'>As lagrimas rolam...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/RkkAYZfO5cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ceW-28Ognqw/s1600-h/lagrima+com+sangue.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064579675113579970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/RkkAYZfO5cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ceW-28Ognqw/s320/lagrima+com+sangue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;È incrível como uma noite bonita ou supostamente bonita se transforma em pesadelo.&lt;br /&gt;Uma noite em que poderia estar como toda agente a ouvir Paulo Gonzo, a beber uns copos com uns amigos/as, (afinal é véspera do dia da cidade), uma noite em que mais uma vez optei por estar contigo mesmo virtualmente.&lt;br /&gt;Como é possível se estragar momentos bonitos com ninharias, com ciúmes que não tem cabimento?&lt;br /&gt;Vim para casa a hora combinada, hora em que sabia que poderia acabar a reunião, em vez de ir como todos para o concerto vim para casa, e vim para casa porque quis estar contigo, para que dizes-me? Para mais uma vez acabarmos zangados e sempre pelos mesmos motivos … ciúmes!&lt;br /&gt;E desta vez ciúme de um blog…&lt;br /&gt;Amanha será de outra coisa qualquer também sem importância…&lt;br /&gt;Começam a ser dias a mais zangados, amuados sem motivo aparente que o justifique…&lt;br /&gt;Começo a ficar irritada comigo mesmo, não contigo mas comigo, não tenho necessidade de passar noites com as lágrimas a caírem-me pela cara a baixo, desculpa mas não tenho. Este sentimento de tristeza começa a ser a minha companhia muitos dias seguidos, e eu não sou assim, prefiro ter comigo a alegria á tristeza, prefiro não ter companhia do que ser acompanhada por esta tristeza que me precegue…&lt;br /&gt;Ainda ontem se falou que é mais fácil falar ou escrever quando estamos tristes ou zangados… é verdade sim muito mais fácil. O pior é que neste estado de espírito dizemos o que devemos e o que não devemos, e no meu caso é complicado porque por norma digo mais facilmente o que não devo, e depois não á volta a dar.&lt;br /&gt;Conto ate 50, ate 100 e começa a não chegar…&lt;br /&gt;Começo a sentir-me cercada, rodeada de incertezas que me fazem recordar velhos filmes, e começo a ter medo de mim própria…&lt;br /&gt;Eu não quero voltar a deixar de ser eu, não quero voltar a ser o que alguém quer que eu seja…&lt;br /&gt;Não quero ser uma marioneta de alguém que me diga com quem devo ou não falar, o que devo ou não ver, o que devo ou não ler, o que devo ou não…&lt;br /&gt;Frases como esta com que te despedis-te esta noite “…mais uma vez deixas te me na merda mas tudo bem fika com deus eu vou descansar dorme bem…” começam a ser frequentes… uns dias com razão outros nem por isso, pelos vistos estou a deixar-te demasiadamente na merda, começo pela primeira vez a por em causa se a minha presença na tua vida te fará mesmo feliz, começo a achar que começo a ser alguém que te deixa triste, zangado, “ fodido”, muitos dias seguidos, dias que começam a ser muito mais pesados em termos de tempo do que os que te deixo feliz, contente e bem disposto.&lt;br /&gt;Começo a pensar se realmente valerá a pena manter algo que não nos dá paz de espírito, que nos dá bons momentos como o que tivemos ontem, mas que se dispersam no meio de tantos como o que tivemos agora…&lt;br /&gt;As lágrimas rolam, detesto senti-me assim detesto!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941594043259834815-5911099780197127394?l=surfando-na-net.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfando-na-net.blogspot.com/feeds/5911099780197127394/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941594043259834815&amp;postID=4595795037057868328' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941594043259834815/posts/default/4595795037057868328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941594043259834815/posts/default/4595795037057868328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfando-na-net.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post_14.html' title=''/><author><name>Mulher moderna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202176499310592755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941594043259834815.post-4679509913495317251</id><published>2007-05-14T04:01:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:49:24.731Z</updated><title type='text'>Perdoa-me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/RkfSU5fO5ZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/y1k9LFxngrE/s1600-h/namoradinhos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064247562472449426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/RkfSU5fO5ZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/y1k9LFxngrE/s320/namoradinhos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Prometo nunca mas nunca mais te vou mentir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Prometo que enquanto durar e poderá durar uma vida inteira.. será sempre como combinamos...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-confiança; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-honestidades; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-frontalidade. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Doa a quem doer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;embed src="'http://youtube.com/v/xe87l-l8GOQ'" width="'425'" height="'350'" type="'application/x-shockwave-flash'"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941594043259834815-4679509913495317251?l=surfando-na-net.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfando-na-net.blogspot.com/feeds/4679509913495317251/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941594043259834815&amp;postID=4679509913495317251' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941594043259834815&amp;postID=5603457064434190275' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941594043259834815/posts/default/5603457064434190275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941594043259834815/posts/default/5603457064434190275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfando-na-net.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post_12.html' title=''/><author><name>Mulher moderna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202176499310592755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941594043259834815.post-1231841381108598691</id><published>2007-05-12T23:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:49:24.836Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/RkY9L5fO5YI/AAAAAAAAAEI/wQFnAmKvj-o/s1600-h/he286b4fbff6400_myspace.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063802105644377474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="297" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/RkY9L5fO5YI/AAAAAAAAAEI/wQFnAmKvj-o/s320/he286b4fbff6400_myspace.gif" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Parabens para nos dois!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estou feliz e ao mesmo tempo triste, feliz por ter vivido aqueles dias que foram o realizar de um sonho, triste por nao o poder estar a festejar como desejo, mas eu sou optimista e a esperança é a ultima a morrer, por isso tem que se olhar em frente para tentar encontrar a luz no fundo do tunel que tanto queremos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;Nao vou dizer muito mais, a nao ser que neste momento sofro de saudade aguda !!!!&lt;br /&gt;Há momentos na vida em que nos deveríamos calar e deixar que o silêncio falasse ao coração, pois há sentimentos que a linguagem não expressa e há emoções que as palavras não sabem traduzir.De uma coisa tenho eu a certeza , Tu podes fazer com que eu esqueça o mundo mas o mundo nunca conseguirá fazer-me esquecer de ti porque existem muitos significados para a palavra AMAR, mas para mim só existe um que é o que sinto por ti e resumo numa palavra AMO-TE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado por escutares meus pensamentos, por compreenderes meus sonhos, por conviveres com meus defeitos e por quereres-me durante todo este tempo. Obrigado por este 5 meses .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amo-te muito Fernando Santos!&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/3941594043259834815-1231841381108598691?l=surfando-na-net.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfando-na-net.blogspot.com/feeds/1231841381108598691/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941594043259834815&amp;postID=1231841381108598691' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941594043259834815/posts/default/1231841381108598691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941594043259834815/posts/default/1231841381108598691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfando-na-net.blogspot.com/2007/05/parabens-para-nos-dois-estou-feliz-e-ao.html' title=''/><author><name>Mulher moderna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202176499310592755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/RkY9L5fO5YI/AAAAAAAAAEI/wQFnAmKvj-o/s72-c/he286b4fbff6400_myspace.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941594043259834815.post-7377885833837435429</id><published>2007-05-11T23:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:49:24.929Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/RkTvh5fO5XI/AAAAAAAAAEA/XUAtQ1-bdSM/s1600-h/graphic-261.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063435246717822322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/RkTvh5fO5XI/AAAAAAAAAEA/XUAtQ1-bdSM/s320/graphic-261.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A verdade é que temos sempre tendência de dividir o mundo em sexo masculino e feminino. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tá mal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;As pessoas nunca são iguais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;É certo que os homens têm características semelhantes, as mulheres também...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Podemos ser mais subtis, mas os homens têm tendência de dizer que somos complicadas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mas não somos, nós somos práticas e não temos culpa se muitos não têm capacidade de compreender.... ;)&lt;br /&gt;Por isso parem de dizer que nós somos assim, assado, cozido, grelhado.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou mulher e detesto ir às compras!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Eu sou mulher e não tenho paciência para cartas de amor, agora não são cartas, são sms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Eu sou mulher e a única coisa que vejo nas revistas cor de rosa são as fotos, mas atenção que nunca compro nenhuma... quero lá saber quem namora com quem, quem traiu quem, e fico sempre a pensar quem raio é essa Lili Caneças que nunca soube de nenhuma obra sua para a terem como importante?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Entre outras, claro está.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mas deixem-me dizer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Bibá Pita? Se tivesse esse nome ai de amigo meu que me chamasse assim... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Eu sou mulher e quando tenho que ir ao cabeleireiro começo a bufar mal passo a porta.&lt;br /&gt;Pronto, também sofro, mas sou feliz se olhar ao meu redor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;também rio, também choro... mas penso que é melhor rir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Se chorar fico com os olhos inchados, toda ranhosa, com cara de quem comeu alguma coisa estragada e os problemas continuam todos lá, se rir, faço umas rugas que começam a ser cada vez mais em torno dos olhos, mas pareço mais bonita e os problemas continuam todos lá...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tenho a capacidade de gozar com a minha vida, comigo, com todos os meus defeitos... e ajuda.&lt;br /&gt;Bem, mas não sou diferente, existem muitas como eu, (penso eu).&lt;br /&gt;Também o que se pode esperar de uma mulher que:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;-chora a ver o titanic, e nem é só pela história de amor, é tambem pela coragem de viver uma vida depois da perda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;-quando conduz faz duetos com a celina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;-tem neuras que nunca mais acabam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;-mau feitio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;-anda sempre a resmungar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;-tem imaginação a mais...&lt;br /&gt;Pois, não se pode esperar que seja perfeita...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;E também quero amor, muito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Os homens...O que posso dizer? Mal com eles, pior sem eles...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Eu sou fácil de conquistar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;que me levem a dançar! que saibam como dizer as palavras, que venham de mansinho com sorriso maroto, que me devorem com o olhar, que me saibam tocar, que tenham sentido de humor, que me dêem a mão, que chorem, que riam comigo, que me abram a porta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;que tenham a coragem de exporem a alma, sem fingimentos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mas venham sem meias brancas, não me acendam o cigarro, não teimem em pagar sempre a conta...&lt;br /&gt;O que diferencia os homens são as atitudes. Um homem não é lindo só porque tem uma carinha laroca, não, nada disso...Eu gosto de ser seduzida... o jogo de sedução, seduz-me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;O charme faz a diferença, a postura, e as mãos... como me encantam as mãos... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;É isso que aos meus olhos torna um homem bonito...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E eu encontrei o meu que contêm tudo o que um homem precisa para me conquistar… só espero que ele não estrague tudo :p ( lol e num digas que foi mais uma canelada)&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/3941594043259834815-7377885833837435429?l=surfando-na-net.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfando-na-net.blogspot.com/feeds/7377885833837435429/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941594043259834815&amp;postID=7377885833837435429' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941594043259834815/posts/default/7377885833837435429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941594043259834815/posts/default/7377885833837435429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfando-na-net.blogspot.com/2007/05/verdade-que-temos-sempre-tendncia-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Mulher moderna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202176499310592755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/RkTvh5fO5XI/AAAAAAAAAEA/XUAtQ1-bdSM/s72-c/graphic-261.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941594043259834815.post-2033188661328379331</id><published>2007-05-10T00:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:49:24.991Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/RkJoXJfO5WI/AAAAAAAAAD4/wYinU0DM35g/s1600-h/311xam8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062723678011057506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/RkJoXJfO5WI/AAAAAAAAAD4/wYinU0DM35g/s320/311xam8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ficamos ali deitados…&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="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Quietos…&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="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Rostos quase colados,&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="color:#ff6600;"&gt;respirações que se cruzavam logo após largarem as nossas bocas.&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="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Lábios que se perdiam por vezes em beijos,&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="color:#ff6600;"&gt;suaves…&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="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sem uma palavra.&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="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&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="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Olhares que se fundiam falando&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="color:#ff6600;"&gt;tudo o que as nossas bocas não conseguiam dizer,&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="color:#ff6600;"&gt;com um brilho único… &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="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ainda provocado pelo ultimo orgasmo&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="color:#ff6600;"&gt;e pela paz do momento que estávamos a viver.&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="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&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="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Aquela quietude…&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="color:#ff6600;"&gt;apenas quebrada por mãos aventureiras,&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="color:#ff6600;"&gt;que pouco a pouco,&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="color:#ff6600;"&gt;iam explorando cada curva do teu corpo nú…&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="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ate se prenderem no teu rosto,&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="color:#ff6600;"&gt;onde perdiam a pressa…&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="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&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="color:#ff6600;"&gt;O mundo éramos nós…&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="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Nada mais existia nesse momento…&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="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Apenas dois corpos nus…&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="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dois sorrisos…&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="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dois olhares… &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="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Um sonho tornado realizado! &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="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&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="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Esse sonho foi feito a dois... Eu Isa e Tu Nando!&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/3941594043259834815-2033188661328379331?l=surfando-na-net.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfando-na-net.blogspot.com/feeds/2033188661328379331/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941594043259834815&amp;postID=2033188661328379331' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941594043259834815/posts/default/2033188661328379331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941594043259834815/posts/default/2033188661328379331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfando-na-net.blogspot.com/2007/05/ficamos-ali-deitados-quietos-rostos.html' title=''/><author><name>Mulher moderna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202176499310592755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/RkJoXJfO5WI/AAAAAAAAAD4/wYinU0DM35g/s72-c/311xam8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941594043259834815.post-5160186488532953653</id><published>2007-05-09T01:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:49:25.147Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/RkEPrpfO5UI/AAAAAAAAADo/1et9znEyzUQ/s1600-h/tristeza.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062344698686793026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/RkEPrpfO5UI/AAAAAAAAADo/1et9znEyzUQ/s320/tristeza.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Não sei de onde vem está tristeza que me prende a alma. Não sei explicar porque choram os olhos, as lágrimas que a chuva teimou em trazer. Porquê ficar presa em um sonho que se acaba mesmo antes de começar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero naufragar no meu mar de sentidos, afogar as ilusões, desistir de navegar contra as marés que só me afastam para destinos inventados, longe de uma realidade que dói, que&lt;br /&gt;magoa, sempre que o pensamento voa…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero mais lutar contra ventos contrários que gritam em meus ouvidos que nada tenho… desisto… Desisto das batalhas que o coração muitas vezes travou com a razão.&lt;br /&gt;Desisto e sigo ao sabor da brisa, fingindo sorrisos, escondendo lágrimas nas águas de um oceano de sentidos…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que se afogam os desejos, os sonhos e as vontades e que nesta dor que não pára, que renasce a única razão de eu aqui estar…quem de verdade sempre me amou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, o mar é apenas o refúgio de uma dor. Já não há ondas que beijam a areia, nem&lt;br /&gt;gaivotas que cantam sonhos… Apenas sal de lágrimas caídas e ilusões perdidas…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afinal sei de onde vem essa tristeza… vem de um amor que um dia inventei!&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/3941594043259834815-5160186488532953653?l=surfando-na-net.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfando-na-net.blogspot.com/feeds/5160186488532953653/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941594043259834815&amp;postID=5160186488532953653' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941594043259834815/posts/default/5160186488532953653'/><link rel='self' 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type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vf-DG6o_lLA" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tu Dizes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Amo-te..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Adoro-te..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"És tudo para mim..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So Do I...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Precebeu Sr. Fernando?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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src="http://static.esnips.com/images/widgets/flash/candle.swf" flashvars="autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/effae306-ef7c-4078-9146-d7fec21dbd29&amp;amp;theName=e isso ai -ana carolina  e seu jorge&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://static.esnips.com/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:11px" valign="bottom" align="center"&gt;&lt;a style="color: #FF8000" href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/effae306-ef7c-4078-9146-d7fec21dbd29/e-isso-ai--ana-carolina--e-seu-jorge/?widget=flash_player_candle"&gt;e isso ai -ana car...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941594043259834815-6253047907938022806?l=surfando-na-net.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941594043259834815.post-2182882550622573442</id><published>2007-05-07T22:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:49:25.313Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/Rj-edpfO5TI/AAAAAAAAADg/fruMIryKAPU/s1600-h/pensamento.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061938738377975090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/Rj-edpfO5TI/AAAAAAAAADg/fruMIryKAPU/s320/pensamento.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;O teu nome,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Há algum tempo que o sabia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Mas a tua face no entanto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Com todo esse encanto, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Desconhecia... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Mas com toda a certeza,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sabia que um dia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sem espaço para a tristeza,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Lugar esse ocupado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Pela alegria, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Frente a frente, olhos nos olhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Contigo por fim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Estaria... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Há distância trocámos, frases sentidas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;De carinho e amizade e amor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Embora na verdade, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sem mais te revelar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Um dia mais tarde, ansiar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Por fim contigo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Eu estar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Tu não sei mas eu sim, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Suspeitava,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Mesmo com o pouco, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Quase nada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Que contigo trocava, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Que seria possível,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Está bem confesso, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Desejava, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Apenas nos teus olhos lindos olhar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;E juntar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;A todos esses sentimentos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;A palavra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;AMAR... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMO-TE PARA SEMPRE&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/3941594043259834815-2182882550622573442?l=surfando-na-net.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfando-na-net.blogspot.com/feeds/2182882550622573442/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941594043259834815&amp;postID=2182882550622573442' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941594043259834815/posts/default/2182882550622573442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941594043259834815/posts/default/2182882550622573442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfando-na-net.blogspot.com/2007/05/o-teu-nome-h-algum-tempo-que-o-sabia.html' title=''/><author><name>Mulher moderna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202176499310592755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/Rj-edpfO5TI/AAAAAAAAADg/fruMIryKAPU/s72-c/pensamento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941594043259834815.post-6680550116475832248</id><published>2007-05-07T01:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T02:35:48.342+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O fim de semana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este fim de semana foi uma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;agradável&lt;/span&gt; surpresa para mim,&lt;br /&gt;o meu filho &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;decidiu&lt;/span&gt; vir passa-lo comigo...&lt;br /&gt;chegou no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sábado&lt;/span&gt; a noite pois teve uma festa de anos e passou o dia comigo ate as 18.&lt;br /&gt;Sei que isto pode parecer banal para quem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lê&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; tem nada de anormal que uma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mãe&lt;/span&gt; passe o fim de semana com o seu filho... mas para mim foi muito especial...&lt;br /&gt;já á duas semanas que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; o via e o ter sido de iniciativa dele vir passar o fim de semana comigo deixou-me a transbordar de alegria....&lt;br /&gt;Vinha todo contente com os presentes que tinha feito na &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;escolinha&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;-" mas mãe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;só&lt;/span&gt; abres amanha, hoje ainda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt;...."&lt;br /&gt;La chegou o dia da mãe... foi a missa ( que eu tenho um filho muito crente ) mas fez &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;questão&lt;/span&gt; que eu abrisse os presentes...&lt;br /&gt;almoçamos e roubou-me o computador toda a tarde pois conheceu uma nova &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;amiguinha&lt;/span&gt; na &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;net&lt;/span&gt;, filha da minha cara metade, ou seja la ficamos nos dois a ver passar os navios enquanto eles se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;entretiam&lt;/span&gt; a conversar no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;msn&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;Chegou as 6 da tarde :( e o pai veio busca-lo.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;fiquei&lt;/span&gt; triste porque o domingo passou &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;tão&lt;/span&gt; depressa... mas valeu a pena foi o melhor dia da &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;mãe&lt;/span&gt; que eu poderia ter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941594043259834815-6680550116475832248?l=surfando-na-net.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfando-na-net.blogspot.com/feeds/6680550116475832248/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941594043259834815&amp;postID=6680550116475832248' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941594043259834815/posts/default/6680550116475832248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941594043259834815/posts/default/6680550116475832248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfando-na-net.blogspot.com/2007/05/o-fim-de-semana.html' title=''/><author><name>Mulher moderna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202176499310592755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941594043259834815.post-3862826049030399559</id><published>2007-05-07T00:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:49:25.415Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/Rj5rMZfO5RI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Xa_Q4pcQGVM/s1600-h/rui+dia+da+mae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061600891955504402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/Rj5rMZfO5RI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Xa_Q4pcQGVM/s320/rui+dia+da+mae.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Canção dia da Mãe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quantos beijos e ternura,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mamã tu sabes dar,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;teus braços estão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;prontos para me abraçar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero estar sempre contigo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;para aprender a viver,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;contigo a meu lado,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nada tenho a temer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mamã, mamã, minha mamã, mamã&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minha amiga meu amor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mamã, mamã, minha mamã, mamã&lt;br /&gt;Minha amiga meu amor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMO-TE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2007/5/6 Caldas da Rainha&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/3941594043259834815-3862826049030399559?l=surfando-na-net.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfando-na-net.blogspot.com/feeds/3862826049030399559/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941594043259834815&amp;postID=3862826049030399559' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941594043259834815/posts/default/3862826049030399559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941594043259834815/posts/default/3862826049030399559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfando-na-net.blogspot.com/2007/05/cano-dia-da-me-quantos-beijos-e-ternura.html' title=''/><author><name>Mulher moderna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202176499310592755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/Rj5rMZfO5RI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Xa_Q4pcQGVM/s72-c/rui+dia+da+mae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941594043259834815.post-6002253938685977161</id><published>2007-05-02T23:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:49:25.500Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/Rjka45fO5QI/AAAAAAAAADI/WKTTpL19M2g/s1600-h/ferros.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060105221134279938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/Rjka45fO5QI/AAAAAAAAADI/WKTTpL19M2g/s320/ferros.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O que é o amor…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.............Já se falou tanto em amor, amizade e paixão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que tal falarmos do que não é amor? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se precisas de alguém para ser feliz, isso não é amor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;É carência...............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se tens ciúmes, insegurança e fazes qualquer coisa para conservar alguém ao teu lado, mesmo sabendo que não és amado/a, e ainda dizes que confias nessa pessoa, mas não nos outros, que te parecem todos rivais, isso não é amor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;É falta de amor próprio...............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Se acreditas que "zangado/a com ela(e), pior sem ela(e)", e tua vida fica vazia sem essa pessoa; não te consegues imaginar sozinho/a e mantér um relacionamento que já acabou só por não ter vida própria - existe um/a em função do outro - isso não é amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;É dependência...............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Se achas que o ser amado/a te pertence; sentes-te dono(a) e senhor(a) da tua vida e de teu corpo; não te dás ao direito de te expressares, de teres escolhas, só para afirmar o teu domínio, isso não é amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;É egoísmo...............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Se não sentes desejo; não te realizas sexualmente; preferes nem ter relações sexuais com essa pessoa, porém sentes algum prazer em estar ao lado dela, isso não é amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É amizade...............&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Se vocês discutem por qualquer motivo; morrem de ciúmes um do outro e brigam por qualquer coisa; nem sempre fazem os mesmos planos; discordam em diversas situações; não gostam de fazer as mesmas coisas ou ir aos mesmos lugares, mas sexualmente combinam perfeitamente, isso não é amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;É desejo...............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Se o teu coração palpita mais forte; o suor torna-se intenso; a tua temperatura sobe e desce vertiginosamente, apenas em pensar na outra pessoa, isso não é amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É paixão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...............&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Agora, sabendo o que não é amor, fica mais fácil analisar, verificar o que está acontecer e procurar resolver a situação. Ou se programar para atrair alguém por quem sintas carinho e desejo; que sinta o mesmo por ti, para que possam construir um relacionamento equilibrado aí sim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;este é o verdadeiro e eterno amor.&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/3941594043259834815-6002253938685977161?l=surfando-na-net.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfando-na-net.blogspot.com/feeds/6002253938685977161/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941594043259834815&amp;postID=6002253938685977161' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941594043259834815/posts/default/6002253938685977161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941594043259834815/posts/default/6002253938685977161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfando-na-net.blogspot.com/2007/05/o-que-o-amor.html' title=''/><author><name>Mulher moderna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202176499310592755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/Rjka45fO5QI/AAAAAAAAADI/WKTTpL19M2g/s72-c/ferros.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941594043259834815.post-8973857899835047979</id><published>2007-05-02T23:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:49:25.790Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/RjkVOpfO5PI/AAAAAAAAADA/GaRi-XpccoA/s1600-h/ceu12pw7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060098997726668018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/RjkVOpfO5PI/AAAAAAAAADA/GaRi-XpccoA/s320/ceu12pw7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encostada na janela da minha sala senti a serenidade da noite.&lt;br /&gt;A lua começava a surgir num suave prelúdio da bela-luz reflectida na estrada molhada.&lt;br /&gt;O ar murmurando teu nome trazia teu semblante em meus sonhos…&lt;br /&gt;Olhei o mundo diante de mim…&lt;br /&gt;E toda a natureza sorria.&lt;br /&gt;Fitando a imensidão vi a lua deslizando esquiva e fugidia por entre as nuvens que se abriam, como véus, à sua passagem!&lt;br /&gt;E de repente o céu toldou-se de nuvens escuras.&lt;br /&gt;Lembrei-me do juramento.&lt;br /&gt;Do compromisso de honra, que rasgou-se como o véu, e perdeu-se na escuridão. Restando apenas ao longe barulhos de carros que se afastavam sobre o caminho. O passado esta morto.&lt;br /&gt;Foi um belo sonho que já passou…&lt;br /&gt;O sol afogueado desapareceu no horizonte.&lt;br /&gt;No dia que findou a lua não surgiu!&lt;br /&gt;Apurei meus sentires e ainda pude ouvir o som da solidão na quietude da noite…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941594043259834815-8973857899835047979?l=surfando-na-net.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfando-na-net.blogspot.com/feeds/8973857899835047979/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941594043259834815&amp;postID=8973857899835047979' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941594043259834815/posts/default/8973857899835047979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941594043259834815/posts/default/8973857899835047979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfando-na-net.blogspot.com/2007/05/encostada-na-janela-da-minha-sala-senti.html' title=''/><author><name>Mulher moderna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202176499310592755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/RjkVOpfO5PI/AAAAAAAAADA/GaRi-XpccoA/s72-c/ceu12pw7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941594043259834815.post-3591090853636748159</id><published>2007-05-02T02:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:49:25.900Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/Rjf075fO5OI/AAAAAAAAAC4/E_Wpd2At8Yc/s1600-h/ecossssss.PNG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059782016255321314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/Rjf075fO5OI/AAAAAAAAAC4/E_Wpd2At8Yc/s320/ecossssss.PNG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Quando te conheci,não tinha a noção do quanto a minha vida iria mudar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mas como é que eu poderia saber?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Um amor como o nosso, não acontece todos os dias,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;só acontece uma vez na vida e se tivermos sorte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Parece um milagre, tu és tudo o que sempre sonhei,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;a pessoa que eu pensava que existia só na minha imaginação, nos meus sonhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Quando entraste na minha vida, reconheci que o que eu pensava ser felicidade, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;não se comparava com a alegria que agora sinto em estar ao teu lado, em amar-te.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tu fazes parte de tudo que sinto, e penso,e contigo ao meu lado, acredito que tudo seja possível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hoje quando me olhas-te senti a alegria que vinha dentro de ti, depois de estarmos 5 dias separados sem saberes nada de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Senti que o medo que tenho em me entregar a alguém talvez seja infundado.&lt;br /&gt;Mas tenho medo de não conseguir corresponder da mesma forma ao amor que sinto que nutres por mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;tenho medo de não estar a esse nível…&lt;br /&gt;Mas de uma coisa eu tenho a certeza que já não tenho medo de te amar… &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/3941594043259834815-3591090853636748159?l=surfando-na-net.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfando-na-net.blogspot.com/feeds/3591090853636748159/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941594043259834815&amp;postID=3591090853636748159' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941594043259834815/posts/default/3591090853636748159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941594043259834815/posts/default/3591090853636748159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfando-na-net.blogspot.com/2007/05/quando-te-conhecino-tinha-noo-do-quanto.html' title=''/><author><name>Mulher moderna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202176499310592755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/Rjf075fO5OI/AAAAAAAAAC4/E_Wpd2At8Yc/s72-c/ecossssss.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941594043259834815.post-8170286367231431951</id><published>2007-05-02T02:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:49:26.130Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/RjfrBJfO5NI/AAAAAAAAACw/TwQqnFCoUiE/s1600-h/dia_do_trabalhor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059771111333356754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/RjfrBJfO5NI/AAAAAAAAACw/TwQqnFCoUiE/s320/dia_do_trabalhor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Só o trabalho constrói. Todo o conforto de que a humanidade goza hoje em dia é fruto do trabalho de muitas pessoas, através de várias gerações.Todo trabalho honesto dignifica, por mais humilde que seja. Quem faz do trabalho o seu maior prazer da vida, vê que só tem a lucrar, pois além de manter-se com orgulho e honestidade, não tem vontade nem tempo para a ociosidade, que quase sempre leva a maus hábitos.&lt;br /&gt;O Dia do Trabalhor é essencialmente importante, porque é nessa data que lembramos o esforço humano para modificar a natureza e explorá-la para o progresso da humanidade. Todas as pessoas, cada uma na sua profissão, são igualmente necessárias. A comunidade depende tanto de engenheiros e médicos quanto de pedreiros, padeiros e agricultores.&lt;br /&gt;No dia 1 de maio de 1886, em Chicago, grevistas entraram em choque com a polícia. Explodiu uma bomba e morreram quatro operários e sete policiais. Alguns líderes sindicalistas foram presos e executados no ano seguinte. Em junho de 1889, os socialistas reunidos em Paris, para fundar a II Internacional, aprovaram a resolução de consagrar o dia 1 de maio de todos os anos, como o Dia Internacional dos Trabalhadores, em memória das vítimas de Chicago. A iniciativa  propagou-se lentamente, a princípio encontrando resistência das autoridades, que perseguiam politicamente os manifestantes, mas aos poucos consolidou-se. Hoje, sob a designação de DIA DO TRABALHOR, são feitas comemorações em quase todos os países do mundo, com pequenas variantes quanto à data. &lt;br /&gt;Nada mais justo do que lembrar neste dia de todos aqueles que com seu trabalho constroem algo de bom para a Pátria e para a Humanidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Em Portugal, devido ao facto de ter havido uma ditadura durante muito tempo, só a partir de Maio de 1974 (o ano da revolução do &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.junior.te.pt/servlets/Bairro?P=Portugal&amp;amp;ID=101"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;25 de Abril&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;) é que se passou a comemorar publicamente o Primeiro de Maio.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sabias que só a partir de Maio de 1996 é que os trabalhadores portugueses passaram a trabalhar 8 horas por dia?&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/3941594043259834815-8170286367231431951?l=surfando-na-net.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfando-na-net.blogspot.com/feeds/8170286367231431951/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941594043259834815&amp;postID=8170286367231431951' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941594043259834815/posts/default/8170286367231431951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/8Xz1TcGkPNc' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/8Xz1TcGkPNc'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;... sem comentarios...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941594043259834815-2697323778080538559?l=surfando-na-net.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfando-na-net.blogspot.com/feeds/2697323778080538559/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941594043259834815&amp;postID=2697323778080538559' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941594043259834815/posts/default/2697323778080538559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941594043259834815/posts/default/2697323778080538559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfando-na-net.blogspot.com/2007/04/quando-chuva-passar.html' title='Quando a Chuva Passar'/><author><name>Mulher moderna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202176499310592755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941594043259834815.post-6349910888380698525</id><published>2007-05-01T03:26:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T03:26:08.817+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Se eu não te amasse tanto assim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/yohwsN12WQU' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/yohwsN12WQU'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nao me condenes antes de me ouvires...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941594043259834815-6349910888380698525?l=surfando-na-net.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfando-na-net.blogspot.com/feeds/6349910888380698525/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941594043259834815&amp;postID=6349910888380698525' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941594043259834815/posts/default/6349910888380698525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941594043259834815/posts/default/6349910888380698525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfando-na-net.blogspot.com/2007/04/se-eu-no-te-amasse-tanto-assim.html' title='Se eu não te amasse tanto assim...'/><author><name>Mulher moderna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202176499310592755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941594043259834815.post-6253893153794932460</id><published>2007-04-26T16:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:49:26.356Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/RjDDd5fO5KI/AAAAAAAAACU/fB4V1TQRy9M/s1600-h/Img030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057757299952510114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/RjDDd5fO5KI/AAAAAAAAACU/fB4V1TQRy9M/s320/Img030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Conhecer-te foi uma das coisas mais bonitas da minha vida&lt;br /&gt;e quando se conhece uma pessoa muito especial, passa a ser um prazer incomparável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Há uma coisa que ninguém pode-me roubar, destruir ou me tirar:&lt;br /&gt;é o carinho e amor que sinto por ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tu és e serás para mim uma pessoa inesquecível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sem ti&lt;br /&gt;Longe de ti me sinto tão sozinha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A falta do teu beijo me faz chorar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As horas que não passam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os dias não terminam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para nos encontrarmos (mesmo que seja atras de um ecran)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nesta distância que a vida nos colocou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tento encontrar palavras,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Momentos e desejos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que me levem até ti.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não posso te perder&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nem mesmo quero te esquecer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque sei que um dia tudo passará&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pois a distância em nosso passado viverá.&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/3941594043259834815-6253893153794932460?l=surfando-na-net.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfando-na-net.blogspot.com/feeds/6253893153794932460/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941594043259834815&amp;postID=6253893153794932460' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941594043259834815/posts/default/6253893153794932460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/Ri6MGYtUH1I/AAAAAAAAAB8/1NiqZgrcjxA/s1600-h/rec_momjuntosimg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057133472923262802" style="WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px" height="318" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/Ri6MGYtUH1I/AAAAAAAAAB8/1NiqZgrcjxA/s400/rec_momjuntosimg.jpg" width="399" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nem é preciso palavras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941594043259834815-6924273883021640200?l=surfando-na-net.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfando-na-net.blogspot.com/feeds/6924273883021640200/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941594043259834815&amp;postID=6924273883021640200' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941594043259834815.post-4821359445303292689</id><published>2007-04-24T22:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:49:26.868Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/Ri6FyItUHzI/AAAAAAAAABs/GzyRXGtewsk/s1600-h/Avo+e+eu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057126527961145138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/Ri6FyItUHzI/AAAAAAAAABs/GzyRXGtewsk/s400/Avo+e+eu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uma das pessoas mais importantes da minha vida…&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A minha avó era uma pessoa que não era capaz de transparecer os seus sentimentos, mas eu sei que me adorava. Ficou sem a primeira filha muito cedo, a segunda minha mãe, faleceu com 47 anos, outro desgosto para ela, e o meu tio o ultimo filho e ainda vivo foi de todos o que menos atenção lhe deu. Pouco depois de minha mãe falecer, recebeu um pacote de meu pai (EU), pacote que ela guardou até ao resto da sua vida.&lt;br /&gt;No que diz respeito ao meu avo, era uma paz de alma. A minha avó contava que mais novo pintava o diabo com ela, mas quando a minha mãe faleceu o meu avô tornou-se um homem calmo e sereno, faleceu com 85 anos, mas embora me tenha criado juntamente com a minha avó as lembranças que tenho dele não são tão marcantes.&lt;br /&gt; A minha avó foi quem me criou até aos meus 22 anos de idade (idade em que resolvi bater asas e sair do ninho) e muito lhe devo ao que sou hoje. Se actualmente tenho educação e sei estar em sociedade é a ela que lhe devo.&lt;br /&gt;Enfim acompanhou-me toda a minha vida. Tínhamos grande cumplicidade e conhecia-me melhor que a palma das suas mãos. Não valia a pena disfarçar a voz ao telefone, que não lhe escapava nada.&lt;br /&gt;Não queria ajuda de ninguém para nenhuma tarefa, gostava de estar completamente independente dos outros, ela não queria deixar a sua casa e ali queria permanecer até morrer.&lt;br /&gt;O orgulho e a independência da sua mocidade permaneceu ate ao fim dos seus dias, até que o seu corpo debilitado fizesse aos 97 anos de vida dar um último suspiro nas minhas mãos.&lt;br /&gt;A minha forma de estar na vida é muito parecida com a dela, embora andássemos sempre as turras uma com a outra, nunca imaginei que sentiria a dor que senti quando em meus braços ela se despediu de mim para sempre. Ainda hoje passados 6 anos da sua morte e escrevendo estas palavras as lágrimas caiem… &lt;br /&gt;Foi minha Mãe, minha Avó, minha Amiga…&lt;br /&gt;Ainda hoje daria anos da minha vida para a ter comigo…&lt;br /&gt;Tenho pena de ter-lhe dito tão poucas vezes o quanto a amava, o quanto precisava dela… mas a vida é mesmo assim, só pensamos no que deveríamos ter dito ou feito quando já não temos oportunidade de o fazer ou dizer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esta é uma homenagem que eu faço á minha Avó, que esteja onde estiver, estará sempre comigo no meu coração.&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/3941594043259834815-4821359445303292689?l=surfando-na-net.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfando-na-net.blogspot.com/feeds/4821359445303292689/comments/default' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/Ri6FyItUHzI/AAAAAAAAABs/GzyRXGtewsk/s72-c/Avo+e+eu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941594043259834815.post-7300920028980032920</id><published>2007-04-24T21:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T21:14:32.113+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Eles não sabem que o sonho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;é uma constante da vida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;tão concreta e definida como outra coisa qualquer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;como esta pedra cinzenta em que me sento e descanso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;como este ribeiro manso em serenos sobressaltos&lt;br /&gt;como estes pinheiros altos que em verde e oiro se agitam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;como estas árvores que gritam em bebedeiras de azul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;eles não sabem que sonho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;é vinho, é espuma, é fermento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;bichinho alacre e sedento de focinho pontiagudo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;que fuça através de tudo em perpétuo movimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Eles não sabem que o sonho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;é tela é cor é pincel base, fuste, capitel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;que é retorta de alquimista&lt;br /&gt;mapa do mundo distante &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Rosa dos Ventos Infante caravela quinhentista que é cabo da Boa-Esperança&lt;br /&gt;Ouro, canela, marfim florete de espadachim bastidor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;passo de dança Columbina e Arlequim&lt;br /&gt;passarola voadora pára-raios, locomotiva barco de proa festiva alto-forno, geradora&lt;br /&gt;cisão do átomo, rada rultra-som, televisão desembarque em foguetão na superfície lunar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Eles não sabem nem sonham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;que o sonho comanda a vida que sempre que o homem sonha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;o mundo pula e avança &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;como bola colorida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;entre as mãos duma criança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Manuel Freire - Pedra Filosofal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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moderna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202176499310592755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941594043259834815.post-8279727688660705695</id><published>2007-04-24T20:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:49:27.081Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/Ri5a24tUHyI/AAAAAAAAABk/krq6g99DbAw/s1600-h/Rui+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057079330565529378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/Ri5a24tUHyI/AAAAAAAAABk/krq6g99DbAw/s400/Rui+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/Ri5Wt4tUHxI/AAAAAAAAABc/r3NWnZ7LllU/s1600-h/filho2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Filho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foi contigo que aprendi a identificar uma dor de barriga e a cantar contigo ao colo para te adormecer, a andar de noite de um lado para o outro para ver se não choravas mais.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foi contigo que aprendi a ler e&lt;br /&gt;antecipar os perigos dos primeiros passos em que a tua cabeça ficava ao nível de todas as mesas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas principalmente foi contigo que aprendi o outro significado da palavra Mãe . Até nasceres Mãe significava a “minha mãe”, a tal que me protegia, ensinava e brincava comigo. A partir desse dia, “mãe” passou a significar que eu tinha de proteger, cuidar ensinar e brincar.O testemunho estava passado! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As circunstâncias da minha vida tem feito com que tu não tenhas uma vida como muitas outras crianças, viver mais com o teu pai e pouco comigo .&lt;br /&gt;Tentei sempre que a separação te afectasse o menos possível.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só o futuro o dirá se nesta tarefa fui bem sucedida ou não.&lt;br /&gt;Espero não te estar a desiludir como mãe, apesar de esta ser uma tarefa que nunca acabará, pois mesmo depois de eu já não estar ao pé de ti, vou estar sempre contigo.&lt;br /&gt;Quando fores mais crescido vou falar contigo mais sobre este assunto, e sei que vais compreender, assim como já mostras compreender hoje.&lt;br /&gt;Fazendo o balanço posso afirmar que estás crescido (nove aninhos).&lt;br /&gt;És um menino grande, inteligente, bonito e ás vezes educado.És um filho cinco estrelas!&lt;br /&gt;Tenho muita sorte em ter um filho como tu,( mesmo sendo tu sportinguista):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amo-te muito Rui Miguel!&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/3941594043259834815-8279727688660705695?l=surfando-na-net.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfando-na-net.blogspot.com/feeds/8279727688660705695/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941594043259834815.post-5865635062562854170</id><published>2007-04-23T19:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:49:27.346Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/Riz5gotUHtI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ITyDFOicrmo/s1600-h/youandmeheart.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056690820708835026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" height="181" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/Riz5gotUHtI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ITyDFOicrmo/s320/youandmeheart.gif" width="172" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/Riz5LItUHsI/AAAAAAAAAAw/7KoboPU37Is/s1600-h/fer-amm.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu te amo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Antes e depois de todos os acontecimentos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na profunda imensidade do vazio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E a cada lágrima dos meus pensamentos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu te amo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Em todos os ventos que cantam,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Em todas as sombras que choram,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na extensão infinita do tempo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Até a região onde os silêncios moram.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu te amo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Em todas as transformações da vida,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Em todos os caminhos do medo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na angústia da vontade perdida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E na dor que se veste em segredo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu te amo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Em tudo que estás presente,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No olhar dos astros que te alcançam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Em tudo que ainda estás ausente.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu te amo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desde a criação das águas,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;desde a idéia do fogo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E antes do primeiro riso e da primeira mágoa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu te amo perdidamente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desde a grande nebulosa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Até depois que o universo cair sobre mimSuavemente.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Adalgisa Néri)&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/3941594043259834815-5865635062562854170?l=surfando-na-net.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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que já foi um dia&lt;br /&gt;Tudo passa, tudo sempre passará&lt;br /&gt;A vida vem em ondas como o mar&lt;br /&gt;Num indo e vindo infinito&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que se vê não é&lt;br /&gt;Igual ao que a gente viu há um segundo&lt;br /&gt;Tudo muda o tempo todo no mundo&lt;br /&gt;Não adianta fugir&lt;br /&gt;Nem mentir pra si mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Agora&lt;br /&gt;Há tanta vida lá fora, aqui dentro&lt;br /&gt;Sempre como uma onda no mar&lt;br /&gt;Como uma onda no mar&lt;br /&gt;Como uma onda no mar&lt;br /&gt;Nada do que foi será&lt;br /&gt;De novo do jeito que já foi um dia&lt;br /&gt;Tudo passa, tudo sempre passará&lt;br /&gt;A vida vem em ondas como o mar&lt;br /&gt;Num indo e vindo infinito&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que se vê não é&lt;br /&gt;Igual ao que a gente viu há um segundo&lt;br /&gt;Tudo muda o tempo todo no mundo&lt;br /&gt;Não adianta fugir&lt;br /&gt;Nem mentir pra si mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Agora&lt;br /&gt;Há tanta vida lá fora, aqui dentro&lt;br /&gt;Sempre como uma onda no mar&lt;br /&gt;Como uma onda no mar&lt;br /&gt;Como uma onda no mar&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/3941594043259834815-1288941742686694619?l=surfando-na-net.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surfando-na-net.blogspot.com/feeds/1288941742686694619/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941594043259834815&amp;postID=1288941742686694619' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941594043259834815/posts/default/1288941742686694619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941594043259834815/posts/default/1288941742686694619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surfando-na-net.blogspot.com/2007/04/nada-do-que-foi-ser-de-novo-do-jeito.html' title=''/><author><name>Mulher moderna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15202176499310592755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/Riv9eYtUHrI/AAAAAAAAAAo/FbxbWnwxjmI/s72-c/shinelikestarssmall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941594043259834815.post-2923431792219201041</id><published>2007-04-23T01:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:49:28.492Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__oEp9D2GslI/Riv6R4tUHqI/AAAAAAAAAAg/CXCBREV8PNU/s1600-h/onda+do+mar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056410191840681634" 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