<?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-34134365</id><updated>2011-09-13T15:36:17.989+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Entardecer...</title><subtitle type='html'>A Felicidade não está no fim da jornada e, sim em cada curva do caminho que percorremos para encontrá-la.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</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>130</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-6283936157824931684</id><published>2010-12-17T09:54:00.007Z</published><updated>2010-12-17T11:27:53.197Z</updated><title type='text'>Nova aventura...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/TQszfgfjgjI/AAAAAAAAANk/c-Xo0AQamwk/s1600/Torres"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551587582055514674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/TQszfgfjgjI/AAAAAAAAANk/c-Xo0AQamwk/s320/Torres" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desde Junho que não passava por aqui... e tantas coisas aconteceram entretanto!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A mais significativa é que agora vivo noutra cidade um pouco mais a sul... é certo que não foi de livre vontade... mas sim a "senhora ministra" que me "obrigou".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Os primeiros meses numa cidade nova correspondem sempre a uma descoberta... onde ficam os correios, os bancos, os supermercados... o caminho para a escola... Esta aventura não tem sido fácil... mas tem-se revelado interessante. Descobri que as  pessoas daqui são muito diferentes do que estava habituada... pois não há como o norte para receber e acolher alguém de outra parte do país. Passadas as primeiras impressões e um bocadinho a custo, confesso, que no fundo até são boas pessoas. Só não percebo, e, eles que me perdoem, porque é que acham que o norte não tem valor... mas enfim é para isso que cá estamos... para mostrar a nossa raça e o quanto bons profissionais somos... além claro, de óptimas pessoas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tenho aproveitado esta estadia mais pelo sul para conhecer e revisitar alguns locais como: a Ericeira, Santa Cruz, Óbidos e a Jardim da Paz no Bombarral... No fundo o mais importante desta aventura toda tem sido o desafio e o que ele tem significado, ou seja, para além de uma nova experiência profissional, tenho evoluído muito como pessoa... e acabamos por dar valor a tantas coisas que tínhamos como adquiridas... como a famíla .... os amigos... e a nossa terra... confesso que nunca fui "barrista" ou defensora nata da minha terra... mas tenho muitas saudades dela... do mar.... do estacionamento quase sempre disponivel... das pessoas.... de passear ao fim-da-tarde... enfim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134365-6283936157824931684?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/6283936157824931684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=6283936157824931684' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/6283936157824931684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/6283936157824931684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2010/12/nova-aventura.html' title='Nova aventura...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</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/_CbneXMRE5rQ/TQszfgfjgjI/AAAAAAAAANk/c-Xo0AQamwk/s72-c/Torres' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-519709139808319892</id><published>2010-06-10T14:43:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T15:05:41.705+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fim-de-semana na Madeira...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/TBDtZ53PTcI/AAAAAAAAANM/cCCB7EJneI8/s1600/P1050902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481141775794916802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/TBDtZ53PTcI/AAAAAAAAANM/cCCB7EJneI8/s320/P1050902.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aproveitei o feriado e fui passar o fim-de-semana prolongado à fantástica ilha da Madeira.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nada melhor que fazer a mala e ir passar uns dias fora... para ganhar mais força para os últimos dias de escola... pois os míudos já estão fartos de aulas e confesso... nós também....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E depois... o convite era irrecusável...pois melhor que passear e descansar foi matar as saudades daqueles que gostamos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Durante a minha estadia visitei mais alguns locais incríveis e que recomendo... como a vila de Santana, com o seu Parque Temático que é muito interactivo e engraçado para passar lá o dia... e claro, as casinhas típicas que são lindas!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No Funchal visitei vários Museus e jardins os quais recomendo... como... o Jardim Botânico, Quinta das Cruzes, Fundação Berardo e o Mercado dos Lavradores.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Durante o mês de Junho decorre O Festival do Atlântico onde todos os sábados é lançado fogo de artifício, com o objectivo de seleccionar aquele que vai passar na noite de passagem de ano. Eu assisti ao primeiro, a cargo da Pirotécnia Minhota e foi memorável...nunca tinha visto nada assim... é mesmo fantático.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas apesar de todos os lugares que visitei trouxe, mais uma vez um muito especial no coração... a Calheta... com a sua praia de areia amarela... a marginal.... e claro as pessoas que permitiram que estes dias fossem inesquecíveis!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134365-519709139808319892?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/519709139808319892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=519709139808319892' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/519709139808319892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/519709139808319892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2010/06/fim-de-semana-na-madeira.html' title='Fim-de-semana na Madeira...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</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/_CbneXMRE5rQ/TBDtZ53PTcI/AAAAAAAAANM/cCCB7EJneI8/s72-c/P1050902.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-7297984864103980344</id><published>2010-01-30T21:48:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-30T21:56:55.556Z</updated><title type='text'>Por um Mundo melhor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object style="WIDTH: 446px; HEIGHT: 230px" height="230" width="446"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I23tVGrz2WY&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I23tVGrz2WY&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;...onde a &lt;strong&gt;Igualdade&lt;/strong&gt; seja um direito de todos....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134365-7297984864103980344?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/7297984864103980344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=7297984864103980344' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/7297984864103980344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/7297984864103980344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2010/01/por-um-mundo-melhor.html' title='Por um Mundo melhor...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-4458711468765816490</id><published>2009-09-20T20:30:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T21:58:45.629Z</updated><title type='text'>Eu sei...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qTa6xEl4e8M&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qTa6xEl4e8M&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... Que onde quer que estejas... estás a olhar por mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ti Avô!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134365-4458711468765816490?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/4458711468765816490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=4458711468765816490' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/4458711468765816490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/4458711468765816490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2009/09/eu-sei.html' title='Eu sei...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-8097047438662933014</id><published>2009-05-02T18:13:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T18:22:43.019+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sombrinha....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/Sfx_jCl5-UI/AAAAAAAAAMg/NEHwTsTEGbU/s1600-h/P1000606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331276298867833154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/Sfx_jCl5-UI/AAAAAAAAAMg/NEHwTsTEGbU/s320/P1000606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;... companheiro de tantas brincadeiras... de trabalho.... de sestas.... adormeceste para sempre... e eu fico com saudades... de te ter a minha espera quando chegar a casa... dos teus "miminhos"... das "dentadinhas" com carinho.... de vermos televisão juntos... de navegar na net.... de te ver em cima da impressora... como tanto gostavas... enfim... das "corridas" para ver quem chegava primeiro a porta de casa... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;Adormeceste... amigo... mas eu vou sempre lembrar-me de ti....&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/34134365-8097047438662933014?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/8097047438662933014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=8097047438662933014' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/8097047438662933014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/8097047438662933014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2009/05/sombrinha.html' title='Sombrinha....'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</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/_CbneXMRE5rQ/Sfx_jCl5-UI/AAAAAAAAAMg/NEHwTsTEGbU/s72-c/P1000606.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-7560509115352784115</id><published>2009-03-30T22:08:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T22:31:59.833+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pequenos Cientistas Sanjoanenses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/SdE36xHBPEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/n95dSz3KCfU/s1600-h/11098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319094117655985218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/SdE36xHBPEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/n95dSz3KCfU/s320/11098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; No sábado fui visitar a III Feira da Ciência dos Pequenos Cientistas Sanjonenses que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;decorre mais uma vez no Museu da Chapelaria em São João da Madeira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Durante o ano lectivo 2007/2008 fui professora de ciências nas escolas primárias em São João da Madeira, no âmbito do projecto Pequenos Cientistas Sanjoneneses, por isso, na edição do ano passado participei activamente na feira com uma banquinha com experiências e trabalhos realizados pelos cientistas do 4ºano.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Este ano não podia deixar de visitar... aproveitei para matar saudades dos colegas... colocar a conversa e as novidades em dia.... rever alguns alunos.... e ver o resultado do trabalho que iniciei este ano com os meninos do 1ºano... que dada a minha colocação...foi continuado e muito bem... por outra professora... a Guida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ficam as saudades... e o carinho... mas a certeza que enquanto se realizar edições da Feira da Ciência... eu estarei lá.....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Até breve!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/34134365-7560509115352784115?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/7560509115352784115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=7560509115352784115' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/7560509115352784115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/7560509115352784115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2009/03/pequenos-cientistas-sanjoanenses.html' title='Pequenos Cientistas Sanjoanenses'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</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/_CbneXMRE5rQ/SdE36xHBPEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/n95dSz3KCfU/s72-c/11098.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-2641220801269481245</id><published>2009-03-19T19:11:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-19T19:11:51.309Z</updated><title type='text'>Quem és tu miúda?!...</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/aP6orw0M-bY' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/aP6orw0M-bY'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;... Sou apenas eu.... uma sonhadora incorrigível.... que acredita que é capaz de mudar o mundo.... se não todo... pelo menos um bocadinho....&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/34134365-2641220801269481245?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/2641220801269481245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=2641220801269481245' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/2641220801269481245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/2641220801269481245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2009/03/quem-es-tu-miuda.html' title='Quem és tu miúda?!...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-1466249802147987955</id><published>2009-02-15T18:51:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-15T18:51:51.622Z</updated><title type='text'>Foste TU...</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/vYVgZWHTZ0Q' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/vYVgZWHTZ0Q'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&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/34134365-1466249802147987955?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/1466249802147987955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=1466249802147987955' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/1466249802147987955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/1466249802147987955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2009/02/foste-tu.html' title='Foste TU...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-8478953311911614322</id><published>2009-01-08T20:46:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-08T20:56:35.349Z</updated><title type='text'>Para ti... J.Alex...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/SWZoWVQWTCI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Ktjo8u2oIaQ/s1600-h/344px-Mickey_Mouse_svg.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289029545265351714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/SWZoWVQWTCI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Ktjo8u2oIaQ/s320/344px-Mickey_Mouse_svg.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Resolvi começar 2009 com um post dedicado a alguém de quem gosto muito.... o meu afilhado!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recentemente foi passar um fim-de -semana a Paris e como tal... não resisti a trazer um boneco do Mickey.... Ele ficou tão contente que nunca mais o largou... anda com ele para todo lado... dormiu com ele... enfim... Confesso que também era um dos meus "bonecos" preferidos... e apesar da idade... ainda continua a ser... ou não fosse eu... fã... de filmes de animação e desenhos animados...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134365-8478953311911614322?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/8478953311911614322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=8478953311911614322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/8478953311911614322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/8478953311911614322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2009/01/para-ti-jalex.html' title='Para ti... J.Alex...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</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/_CbneXMRE5rQ/SWZoWVQWTCI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Ktjo8u2oIaQ/s72-c/344px-Mickey_Mouse_svg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-5082659524800356793</id><published>2008-12-31T11:18:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-31T11:22:19.485Z</updated><title type='text'>Em contagem dec rescente....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/SVtVVByTyNI/AAAAAAAAAL0/FJmwLHj3RQI/s1600-h/ano_novo.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285912407394470098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/SVtVVByTyNI/AAAAAAAAAL0/FJmwLHj3RQI/s320/ano_novo.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;....Feliz ano de 2009!! Desejo a todos os que passam por aqui... um excelente ano de 2009... com muita Saúde... Paz....Amor... Trabalho... Que o melhor de 2008 seja o pior em 2009...&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/34134365-5082659524800356793?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/5082659524800356793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=5082659524800356793' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/5082659524800356793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/5082659524800356793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2008/12/em-contagem-dec-rescente.html' title='Em contagem dec rescente....'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</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/_CbneXMRE5rQ/SVtVVByTyNI/AAAAAAAAAL0/FJmwLHj3RQI/s72-c/ano_novo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-7590428951232211144</id><published>2008-12-23T10:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-23T10:57:53.915Z</updated><title type='text'>Para todos vós...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/SVDDWTPBhFI/AAAAAAAAALs/veFqa-1amLU/s1600-h/feliz_natal.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282937150793417810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/SVDDWTPBhFI/AAAAAAAAALs/veFqa-1amLU/s320/feliz_natal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;....um Feliz Natal... repleto de Alegria e muitas prendinhas.... Que este Natal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;continue nos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;restantes dias do ano...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134365-7590428951232211144?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/7590428951232211144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=7590428951232211144' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/7590428951232211144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/7590428951232211144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2008/12/para-todos-vs.html' title='Para todos vós...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</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/_CbneXMRE5rQ/SVDDWTPBhFI/AAAAAAAAALs/veFqa-1amLU/s72-c/feliz_natal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-1386753683823608707</id><published>2008-11-30T21:44:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-11-30T21:59:13.736Z</updated><title type='text'>Mesão Frio...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/STMJbVHYjwI/AAAAAAAAALk/qzUVloeReQg/s1600-h/mesao+frio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274569953710214914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/STMJbVHYjwI/AAAAAAAAALk/qzUVloeReQg/s320/mesao+frio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; Cá estou eu de volta... depois de um período de ausência... Desde o início do mês que fui colocada na Escola Básica/S Padre António da Natividade em Mesão Frio.... Confesso que senti alguma apreensão... não só... porque significava deixar tudo aquilo que tinha e mudar radicalmente o meu quotidiano... e também... porque não sabia como me iria adaptar à escola... aos alunos.... as pessoas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mas.... a vida... está continuamente a surpreender-nos.... e foi o que me aconteceu... as pessoas da vila são extremamente simpaticas... na escola... correu tudo muito bem... os miudos são amorosos... e os colegas impecáveis...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;E pronto... estou rendida as paisagens fantásticas do douro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134365-1386753683823608707?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/1386753683823608707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=1386753683823608707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/1386753683823608707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/1386753683823608707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2008/11/meso-frio.html' title='Mesão Frio...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</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/_CbneXMRE5rQ/STMJbVHYjwI/AAAAAAAAALk/qzUVloeReQg/s72-c/mesao+frio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-6584524877591011945</id><published>2008-10-16T18:22:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T18:22:44.935+01:00</updated><title type='text'> ''Paciência''</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/qEw9H03Ebj0' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/qEw9H03Ebj0'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Escolhi este tema... porque tem sido com muita... mas mesmo muita... "paciência"... que tenho vivido estas últimas semana...&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/34134365-6584524877591011945?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/6584524877591011945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=6584524877591011945' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/6584524877591011945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/6584524877591011945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2008/10/escolhi-este-tema.html' title=' &amp;#39;&amp;#39;Paciência&amp;#39;&amp;#39;'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-1261322250697051307</id><published>2008-08-28T12:19:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T12:35:39.796+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Os Açores...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/SLaLGTkPp2I/AAAAAAAAAHk/EN_LB_dMqWU/s1600-h/P1010460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239528156939921250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/SLaLGTkPp2I/AAAAAAAAAHk/EN_LB_dMqWU/s320/P1010460.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Durante estas férias tive a oportunidade de fazer uma viagem pelos Açores... Já era um sonho antigo... e sempre que se falava na Madeira e nos Açores.... estes exerciam sobre mim uma curiosidade enorme... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lá fiz as malas e parti à descoberta... Conheci a ilha de São Miguel, a ilha do Faial, a ilha do Pico e por fim... a ilha Terceira..... gostei de todas... mas confesso que aquela que mais gostei foi a ilha de São Miguel... toda ela muito verde... com a suas fantásticas lagoas... a das Sete Cidades e a lagoa do Fogo... as furnas.... assistir ao enterrar e desenterrar do cozinho... após 6 horas debaixo da terra.... o parque Terra Nostra.... com uma enorme variedade de especies de vegetação.... a caldeira velha.... e por fim.... a fantástica cidade de Ponta Delgada.. Aqui fica a fotografia da lagoa das Sete Cidades... de um lado é azul e de outro verde.... a não perder....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134365-1261322250697051307?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/1261322250697051307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=1261322250697051307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/1261322250697051307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/1261322250697051307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2008/08/os-aores.html' title='Os Açores...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</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/_CbneXMRE5rQ/SLaLGTkPp2I/AAAAAAAAAHk/EN_LB_dMqWU/s72-c/P1010460.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-7334275925932532321</id><published>2008-07-27T23:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T23:12:09.949+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fui de....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/SIzyqy13qgI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BCLlf_AHe00/s1600-h/Oryx+Antelope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227820084486449666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/SIzyqy13qgI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BCLlf_AHe00/s320/Oryx+Antelope.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134365-7334275925932532321?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/7334275925932532321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=7334275925932532321' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/7334275925932532321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/7334275925932532321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2008/07/fui-de.html' title='Fui de....'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</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://bp0.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/SIzyqy13qgI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BCLlf_AHe00/s72-c/Oryx+Antelope.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-3760675851081797318</id><published>2008-07-11T21:08:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T21:08:20.192+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Intervalo </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/nzv9R5kFnLk' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/nzv9R5kFnLk'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vida em câmara lenta,&lt;br /&gt;Oito ou oitenta,&lt;br /&gt;Sinto que vou emergir,&lt;br /&gt;Já sei de cor todas as canções de amor,&lt;br /&gt;Para a conquista partir.&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/34134365-3760675851081797318?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/3760675851081797318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=3760675851081797318' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/3760675851081797318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/3760675851081797318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2008/07/intervalo.html' title='Intervalo '/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-2339275276971939384</id><published>2008-05-25T20:48:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T20:56:08.954+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Faz hoje 9 meses...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/SDnDO9_IhuI/AAAAAAAAAHU/djqDRGLM4nc/s1600-h/ceu-estrelado.png"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204405506328266466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/SDnDO9_IhuI/AAAAAAAAAHU/djqDRGLM4nc/s320/ceu-estrelado.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;Aqueles que amamos nunca morrem... apenas partem mais cedo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Para ti... querido Avô...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134365-2339275276971939384?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/2339275276971939384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=2339275276971939384' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/2339275276971939384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/2339275276971939384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2008/05/faz-hoje-9-meses.html' title='Faz hoje 9 meses...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</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://bp2.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/SDnDO9_IhuI/AAAAAAAAAHU/djqDRGLM4nc/s72-c/ceu-estrelado.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-288439975682457113</id><published>2008-04-11T20:35:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T21:07:57.135+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/R__Ep07_ItI/AAAAAAAAAHM/dwto57uq06g/s1600-h/i_treasure_our_friendship____by_poop_art.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188081518618026706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/R__Ep07_ItI/AAAAAAAAAHM/dwto57uq06g/s320/i_treasure_our_friendship____by_poop_art.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para ti amiga... Porquê?! Porque és:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... lutadora;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... talentosa;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... uma excelente amiga!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&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/34134365-288439975682457113?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/288439975682457113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=288439975682457113' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/288439975682457113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/288439975682457113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2008/04/para-ti-amiga.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</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://bp3.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/R__Ep07_ItI/AAAAAAAAAHM/dwto57uq06g/s72-c/i_treasure_our_friendship____by_poop_art.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-5187745940740141562</id><published>2008-04-05T17:30:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T17:52:37.999+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ser professor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/R_euLFUfmFI/AAAAAAAAAG8/H2ggFWU11tI/s1600-h/Nova+imagem.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185805001370343506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 377px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="236" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/R_euLFUfmFI/AAAAAAAAAG8/H2ggFWU11tI/s320/Nova+imagem.bmp" width="447" 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/34134365-5187745940740141562?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/5187745940740141562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=5187745940740141562' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/5187745940740141562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/5187745940740141562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2008/04/ser-professor.html' title='Ser professor...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</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://bp0.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/R_euLFUfmFI/AAAAAAAAAG8/H2ggFWU11tI/s72-c/Nova+imagem.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-3022883864079472276</id><published>2008-03-22T20:53:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-22T20:55:32.025Z</updated><title type='text'>Para todos vós...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/R-VyAVUfmDI/AAAAAAAAAGs/wY4ZCw3z1ew/s1600-h/pascoa_sorte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180672296408291378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/R-VyAVUfmDI/AAAAAAAAAGs/wY4ZCw3z1ew/s320/pascoa_sorte.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;     Uma Páscoa muito doce.... com muitos ovinhos e amêndoas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134365-3022883864079472276?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/3022883864079472276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=3022883864079472276' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/3022883864079472276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/3022883864079472276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2008/03/para-todos-vs.html' title='Para todos vós...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</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://bp3.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/R-VyAVUfmDI/AAAAAAAAAGs/wY4ZCw3z1ew/s72-c/pascoa_sorte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-6433253848984547980</id><published>2008-03-01T19:10:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-03-01T19:20:44.035Z</updated><title type='text'>Ser feliz...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/R8mrAYFKa3I/AAAAAAAAAGc/nDzTEiHrGmA/s1600-h/3.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172853669964180338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/R8mrAYFKa3I/AAAAAAAAAGc/nDzTEiHrGmA/s320/3.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Posso ter defeitos, viver ansioso e ficar irritado algumas vezes, mas não esqueço que a minha vida é a maior empresa do mundo.E que posso evitar que ela vá à falência.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ser feliz é reconhecer que vale a pena viver, apesar de todos os desafios, incompreensões e períodos de crise.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ser feliz é deixar de ser vítima dos problemas e tornar-se autor da própria história. É atravessar desertos fora de si, mas ser capaz de encontrar um oásis no recôndito da alma. É agradecer a Deus a cada manhã pelo milagre da vida.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ser feliz é não ter medo dos próprios sentimentos. É saber falar de si mesmo. É ter coragem para ouvir um "não". É ter segurança para receber uma crítica, mesmo que injusta.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pedras no caminho? Guardo todas, um dia vou construir um castelo....".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Fernando Pessoa)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134365-6433253848984547980?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/R8mrAYFKa3I/AAAAAAAAAGc/nDzTEiHrGmA/s72-c/3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-7637891279220132430</id><published>2008-02-22T19:18:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-02-22T19:30:16.578Z</updated><title type='text'>Cada lugar teu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/R78hJ-kB7HI/AAAAAAAAAGU/RX3daq3VOfQ/s1600-h/1b6477267040ae9f5b6b25f6d72b6fa0_g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169887352541277298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/R78hJ-kB7HI/AAAAAAAAAGU/RX3daq3VOfQ/s320/1b6477267040ae9f5b6b25f6d72b6fa0_g.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/R78g6ukB7GI/AAAAAAAAAGM/DIEErjWL6fY/s1600-h/bone.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sei de cor cada lugar teu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;atado em mim, a cada lugar meu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tento entender o rumo que a vida nos faz tomar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tento esquecer a mágo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aguardar só o que é bom de guardar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pensa em mim protege o que eu te dou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu penso em ti e dou-te o que de melhor eu sou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sem ter defesas que me façam falhar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nesse lugar mais dentro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;onde só chega quem não tem medo de naufragar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fica em mim que hoje o tempo dói&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;como se arrancassem tudo o que já foi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e até o que virá e até o que eu sonhei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;diz-me que vais guardar e abraçar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tudo o que eu te dei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mesmo que a vida mude os nossos sentidos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e o mundo nos leve pra longe de nós&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e que um dia o tempo pareça perdido&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e tudo se desfaça num gesto só&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu Vou guardar cada lugar teu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ancorado em cada lugar meu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e hoje apenas isso me faz acreditar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que eu vou chegar contigo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;onde só chega quem não tem medo de naufragar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que a vida mude os nossos sentidos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e o mundo nos leve pra longe de nós&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e que um dia o tempo pareça perdido&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e tudo se desfaça num gesto só&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu Vou guardar cada lugar teu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ancorado em cada lugar meu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e hoje apenas isso me faz acreditar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que eu vou chegar contigo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;onde só chega quem não tem medo de naufragar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Uma bela música... com uma letra fantástica... que só descobri um destes dias... numa das minhas habituais viagens de carro... Porque eu penso em ti... e  mesmo que a vida mude... eu vou sempre guardar cada lugar teu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134365-7637891279220132430?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/7637891279220132430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=7637891279220132430' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/7637891279220132430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/7637891279220132430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2008/02/cada-lugar-teu.html' title='Cada lugar teu...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</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://bp1.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/R78hJ-kB7HI/AAAAAAAAAGU/RX3daq3VOfQ/s72-c/1b6477267040ae9f5b6b25f6d72b6fa0_g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-5786481564374903331</id><published>2008-02-10T21:08:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-02-10T21:15:24.515Z</updated><title type='text'>Gosto de ti...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/R69n9xb3OSI/AAAAAAAAAGE/s2MMIkT4FvU/s1600-h/a793ede7b3a446fa718628d2d67c5887_g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165461608557132066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/R69n9xb3OSI/AAAAAAAAAGE/s2MMIkT4FvU/s320/a793ede7b3a446fa718628d2d67c5887_g.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gosto de ti como uma estrela no dia,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gosto de ti quando uma nuvem começa,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gosto de ti quando o teu corpo pedia,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando nas mãos me ardia,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como silêncio na guerra,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beijos de luz e de terra,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E num passado imperfeito,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um fogo farto no peito&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E um mundo longe de nós...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;Dedico este post a todas as pessoas de quem gosto... à minha família... aos meus amigos... ao meu querido "bochechinhas"... aos meus cologas... a ti.... a tu... e a todos vós que passam por aqui....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134365-5786481564374903331?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/5786481564374903331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=5786481564374903331' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/5786481564374903331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/5786481564374903331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2008/02/gosto-de-ti.html' title='Gosto de ti...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</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://bp3.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/R69n9xb3OSI/AAAAAAAAAGE/s2MMIkT4FvU/s72-c/a793ede7b3a446fa718628d2d67c5887_g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-8300491320715988660</id><published>2008-01-27T17:06:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-01-27T17:06:25.506Z</updated><title type='text'> Foolish Games</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/4gpnxoBc1TI' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/4gpnxoBc1TI'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Porque a música faz parte da minha vida... desde o acordar... às viagens de carro... até ao adormecer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/34134365-8300491320715988660?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/8300491320715988660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=8300491320715988660' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/8300491320715988660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/8300491320715988660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2008/01/foolish-games.html' title=' Foolish Games'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-1465316797449755197</id><published>2008-01-12T20:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-12T20:32:52.719Z</updated><title type='text'>As pontes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/R4kh1lcKG2I/AAAAAAAAAF8/oi8P9K5x4qA/s1600-h/Tempo_de_construir_pontes_entre_as_religi_es_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154688452969241442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/R4kh1lcKG2I/AAAAAAAAAF8/oi8P9K5x4qA/s320/Tempo_de_construir_pontes_entre_as_religi_es_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Eu tenho medo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tu tens a paz,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tens a loucura que&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a manhã ainda te traz...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu tenho a terra,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tu tens as mãos,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tens o desejo que&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bate em nós no coração.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E eu, e tu,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;perdidos e sós,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;amantes distantes,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que nunca caiam as pontes entre nós...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333300;"&gt;Porque por mais que a erosão da vida tente destruir e quebrar as pontes que existem... arranjaremos sempre... mas sempre... um ou outro...  maneira de remendar e consertar.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a ponte que existe entre nós!!&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/34134365-1465316797449755197?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/1465316797449755197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=1465316797449755197' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/1465316797449755197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/1465316797449755197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2008/01/as-pontes.html' title='As pontes...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</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://bp3.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/R4kh1lcKG2I/AAAAAAAAAF8/oi8P9K5x4qA/s72-c/Tempo_de_construir_pontes_entre_as_religi_es_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-97447114760009485</id><published>2008-01-06T17:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-06T18:05:15.405Z</updated><title type='text'>Agradeço...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/R4EWglcKG1I/AAAAAAAAAF0/h9E8C52Bhmg/s1600-h/aniversario.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152424197750397778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/R4EWglcKG1I/AAAAAAAAAF0/h9E8C52Bhmg/s320/aniversario.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/R4EV6FcKG0I/AAAAAAAAAFs/naqxHQBh0nw/s1600-h/aniver.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152423536325434178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/R4EV6FcKG0I/AAAAAAAAAFs/naqxHQBh0nw/s320/aniver.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; ... todos os telefonemas.... sms... e todos o carinho que os meus amigos e familiares demonstraram em mais este aniversário!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faz hoje 27 aninhos que nasci... para colorir a vida dos meus pais e família!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agradeço a todos os meus amigos... aos que estão longe... aos que estão perto... o carinho que demonstram não só deste dia... como ao longo do tempo!!... Obrigada por fazerem parte da minha vida... e a tornarem... bem mais colorida!!...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333399;"&gt;Um beijo para todos vós...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134365-97447114760009485?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/97447114760009485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=97447114760009485' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/97447114760009485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/97447114760009485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2008/01/agradeo.html' title='Agradeço...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</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://bp3.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/R4EWglcKG1I/AAAAAAAAAF0/h9E8C52Bhmg/s72-c/aniversario.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-9183784511247171753</id><published>2007-12-30T17:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-30T17:54:39.742Z</updated><title type='text'>2007 a terminar.... e 2008 quase a chegar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/R3fXb1cKGzI/AAAAAAAAAFk/izwsMfreCuk/s1600-h/AnoNovo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149821572123073330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/R3fXb1cKGzI/AAAAAAAAAFk/izwsMfreCuk/s320/AnoNovo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O ano de 2007 está quase... quase a terminar... e como sempre é uma época em que fazemos o balanço...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando faço um balanço de 2007... verifico que foi um ano onde aconteceu... um pouco de tudo... bom... mau... mais ou menos... enfim... De uma coisa tenho a certeza... foi um ano dedicado à família... e às pessoas de que mais gosto...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desejo para 2008... que este venha com a mesma força e determinação com que tenho vivido os últimos 3 meses... pois foram muito bons  e repletos de surpresas agradáveis!!...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quanto a 2007... vai ficar para sempre marcado como o ano em que "desapareceu" de junto de mim... uma das pessoas mais importantes da minha vida.... o meu Avô... Mas fica a certeza de que ...onde quer que ele esteja... me está... acompanhar... na minha caminhada... e assim, continuará em 2008...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para todos vós que passam por aqui.... ficam os votos de um excelente 2008.... com muita Saúde... Paz... Amor... E tudo aquilo que mais desejarem...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feliz 2008!!!...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134365-9183784511247171753?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/9183784511247171753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=9183784511247171753' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/9183784511247171753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/9183784511247171753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2007/12/2007-terminar-e-2008-quase-chegar.html' title='2007 a terminar.... e 2008 quase a chegar...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</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://bp2.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/R3fXb1cKGzI/AAAAAAAAAFk/izwsMfreCuk/s72-c/AnoNovo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-230111060652404334</id><published>2007-12-22T21:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-22T21:50:32.050Z</updated><title type='text'>A todos os que passam por aqui desejo....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/R22F-1cKGyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/RmVpeAAhLIA/s1600-h/imagcentral.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146917263697910562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/R22F-1cKGyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/RmVpeAAhLIA/s320/imagcentral.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...Um Feliz Natal, com muita Paz, Saúde, Alegria e na companhia daqueles que mais gostarem...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que o Pai Natal deixe no sapatinho muitas surpresas agradáveis!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boas Festas!!...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134365-230111060652404334?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/230111060652404334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=230111060652404334' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/230111060652404334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/230111060652404334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2007/12/todos-os-que-passam-por-aqui-desejo.html' title='A todos os que passam por aqui desejo....'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</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://bp0.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/R22F-1cKGyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/RmVpeAAhLIA/s72-c/imagcentral.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-1977150077243366504</id><published>2007-12-09T19:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-09T19:47:42.195Z</updated><title type='text'>All I want for Christmas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/R1xEUr14tMI/AAAAAAAAAFU/k01NshEiwp8/s1600-h/christmas_peopleware_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142059996707075266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/R1xEUr14tMI/AAAAAAAAAFU/k01NshEiwp8/s320/christmas_peopleware_07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt; I don't want a lot for Christmas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;There's just one thing I need &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't care about the presents &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Underneath the Christmas tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt; I just want you for my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt; More than you could ever know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Make my wish come true &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;All I want for Christmas is... you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't want a lot for Christmas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;There's just one thing I need I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt; don't care about the presents &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Underneath the Christmas tree &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't need to hang my stocking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;There upon the fireplace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Santa Claus won't make me happy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;With a toy on Christmas day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I just want you for my own &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;More than you could ever know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Make my wish come true &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;All I want for Christmas is you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I won't ask for much this Christmas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't even wish for snow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm just gonna keep on waiting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Underneath the mistletoe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I won't make a list and send it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;To the North Pole for Saint Nick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt; I won't even stay awake to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hear those magic reindeers click '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cause I just want you here tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt; Holding on to me so tight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;What more can I do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt; All I want for Christmas is you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Há dias assim... hoje apeteceu-me fazer o meu pedido ao Pai Natal.... Sim... porque eu acredito que ele existe... apesar de não ter idade para isso... mas como sou uma sonhadora incorrigível... Acredito...&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/34134365-1977150077243366504?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/1977150077243366504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=1977150077243366504' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/1977150077243366504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/1977150077243366504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2007/12/all-i-want-for-christmas.html' title='All I want for Christmas...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</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://bp0.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/R1xEUr14tMI/AAAAAAAAAFU/k01NshEiwp8/s72-c/christmas_peopleware_07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-7363827193552745225</id><published>2007-12-05T11:39:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-05T11:51:30.844Z</updated><title type='text'>Chega ao fim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/R1aOIOftJiI/AAAAAAAAAFM/4vjUSxDdqu8/s1600-h/Fundo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140452296671176226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/R1aOIOftJiI/AAAAAAAAAFM/4vjUSxDdqu8/s320/Fundo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;... o Curso de Jardinagem e Espaços Verdes... em que eu era a formadora responsável pelo módulo de Matemática para a Vida! Foi uma experiência muito boa... e que vou guardar para sempre na mémoria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Como nunca tinha dado formação e muito menos trabalhado com adultos... no início o desafio que me foi proposto parecia bastante difícil de levar a "bom porto"... mas na verdade... o ano passou a correr... e as sessões de terça-feira de tarde... passaram depressa... com um bom ambiente... muita matemática... muita brincadeira...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;O balanço final é muito positivo... pois todos os meus formandos no início informaram-me que não gostavam de matemática e que tinham muitas dificuldades... mas dia após dia... com muita paciência e determinação... eles superaram todos os objectivos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Eu aprendi muito com eles.... pois são pessoas com histórias de vida muito ricas... foi uma verdadeira toca de experiências...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Fica aqui o desejo de um dia... quem sabe... nos encontramos num outro curso qualquer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A todos eles muito obrigada pelo carinho que demonstraram sempre e pela fantática despedida que me proporcionaram ontem... Adorei... &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/34134365-7363827193552745225?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/7363827193552745225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=7363827193552745225' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/7363827193552745225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/7363827193552745225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2007/12/chega-ao-fim.html' title='Chega ao fim...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</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://bp1.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/R1aOIOftJiI/AAAAAAAAAFM/4vjUSxDdqu8/s72-c/Fundo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-7517587254049428925</id><published>2007-11-18T20:59:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-11-18T21:05:16.965Z</updated><title type='text'>Aprendes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/R0CoOTCP06I/AAAAAAAAAFE/RQtfOr4i_FU/s1600-h/S035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134288538783699874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/R0CoOTCP06I/AAAAAAAAAFE/RQtfOr4i_FU/s320/S035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"Depois de algum tempo aprendes a diferença, a subtil diferença entre dar a mão e acorrentar uma alma. E aprendes que amar não significa apoiar-se, e que companhia nem sempre significa segurança. E começas a aprender que beijos não são contratos e presentes, não são promessas. Começas a aceitar as tuas derrotas com a cabeça erguida e olhos adiante, com a graça de um adulto e não com a tristeza de uma criança. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Aprendes a construir todas as estradas no hoje, porque o terreno de amanhã é incerto demais para planos. E aprendes que não importa o quanto te importes, algumas pessoas simplesmente não se importam… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;E aceitas, que não importa quão boa seja uma pessoa, ela vai ferir-te de vez em quando e precisas perdoá-la por isso. Aprendes que falar pode aliviar dores emocionais. (…) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Descobres que se leva anos para se construir a confiança e apenas segundos para destruí-la, e que podes fazer coisas num instante de que te arrependerás para o resto da vida. E o que importa não é o que tens na vida, mas quem tens na vida. E que os bons amigos são a família que podemos escolher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; Aprendes que não tens que mudar de amigos se compreenderes que os amigos mudam, percebes que o teu melhor amigo e tu podem fazer qualquer coisa, ou nada, e ter momentos bons juntos. Descobres que as pessoas com quem te importas são tomadas de ti muito depressa, por isso devemos deixar as pessoas que amamos com palavras amorosas, pode ser a última vez que as vejamos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Aprendes que as circunstâncias e os ambientes têm influência sobre nós, mas somos nós responsáveis por nós mesmos. Começas a aprender que não te deves comparar aos outros, mas ao melhor que podes ser. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Aprendes que, ou te controlas nos actos ou eles te controlarão, e que ser flexível não significa ser fraco ou não ter personalidade, pois não importa quão delicada e frágil seja a situação, sempre existem dois lados. (…) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Aprendes que heróis são pessoas que fizeram o que era necessário fazer, enfren-tando as consequências.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Aprendes que paciência requer muita prática. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Aprendes que maturidade tem mais a ver com os tipos de experiência que se teve e com o que aprendeste com elas do que com os aniversários que celebras-te. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Aprendes que nunca se deve dizer a uma criança que os sonhos não existem, poucas coisas são tão humilhantes e seria uma tragédia se ela acreditasse nisso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Aprendes que quando estás com raiva, tens o direito de estar com raiva, mas não tens o direito de seres cruel com ninguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Aprendes que com a mesma severidade com que julgas, tu serás condenado em algum momento. Aprendes que não importa em quantos pedaços o teu coração foi partido, o mundo não pára para que o consertes. E aprendes que realmente podes supor-tar… que realmente és forte, e que podes ir muito mais longe se pensares que não podes ir mais. (…) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;As nossas dádivas são traidoras e fazem-nos perder o bem que poderíamos conquistar, se não fosse o medo de tentar…"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;William Shakespeare&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/34134365-7517587254049428925?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/7517587254049428925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=7517587254049428925' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/7517587254049428925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/7517587254049428925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2007/11/aprendes.html' title='Aprendes...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</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://bp2.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/R0CoOTCP06I/AAAAAAAAAFE/RQtfOr4i_FU/s72-c/S035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-426236238314548265</id><published>2007-11-10T19:53:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-11-10T19:53:10.856Z</updated><title type='text'> All Over Again..</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/HCNkwJTf4M0' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/HCNkwJTf4M0'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ainda lembro o momento&lt;br /&gt;Em que o sol brilhou em ti&lt;br /&gt;No segundo em que vi&lt;br /&gt;No teu rosto um sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Vem deitar-te aqui&lt;br /&gt;Ocupa o espaço que há entre nós&lt;br /&gt;Sente a magia de não estarmos sós...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será a vida a dar uma segunda oportunidade?! Não sei...&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/34134365-426236238314548265?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/426236238314548265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=426236238314548265' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/426236238314548265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/426236238314548265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2007/11/all-over-again.html' title=' All Over Again..'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-519459157386643564</id><published>2007-11-01T21:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-01T22:07:25.109Z</updated><title type='text'>Halloween...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/RypL2uCzmGI/AAAAAAAAAE0/aO2P4E_SKXY/s1600-h/garfield.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127994529159551074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/RypL2uCzmGI/AAAAAAAAAE0/aO2P4E_SKXY/s320/garfield.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ontem festejamos o Halloween... De manhã dei aulas aos meus Pequenos Cientistas da escola das Fontaínhas... e eles compareceram... todos vestidos de bruxinhas... diabinhos... eram cabeleiras... vestidos... a cara devidamente pintada... nada faltava... Da parte da tarde... fui para a escola dos Ribeiros... e também tive direito a bruxinhas... e afins... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ao final da tarde... festejamos o dia... no centro.... e os míudos tiveram direito a pinturas faciais... às professoras devidamente vestidas de bruxas.... e a um fantástico lanche devidadamente enquadrado... pois... havia... salames de chocolate em versão aranhas... gelatina ensanguentada...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enfim... foi um dia em cheio... já não me lembrava de festejar o dia das bruxas.... Adorei... foi muito bom... matar saudades...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134365-519459157386643564?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/519459157386643564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=519459157386643564' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/519459157386643564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/519459157386643564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2007/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</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://bp1.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/RypL2uCzmGI/AAAAAAAAAE0/aO2P4E_SKXY/s72-c/garfield.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-1721758485069162034</id><published>2007-10-21T00:02:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T00:02:15.949+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fado do Encontro...</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/R2hg2VZJR8g' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/R2hg2VZJR8g'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Porque a Vida é feita de encontros...e desencontros... Encontros inesperados... mas felizes... a vida é isso mesmo... um grande... encontro...&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/34134365-1721758485069162034?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/1721758485069162034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=1721758485069162034' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/1721758485069162034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/1721758485069162034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2007/10/fado-do-encontro.html' title='Fado do Encontro...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-1855470953618546192</id><published>2007-10-14T21:29:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T21:33:14.327+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O principezinho...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/RxJ8ZUor0fI/AAAAAAAAAEs/3-nk597r8M8/s1600-h/pfox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121292500751602162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/RxJ8ZUor0fI/AAAAAAAAAEs/3-nk597r8M8/s320/pfox.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;...E foi então que apareceu a raposa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt; - Bom dia, disse a raposa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;- Bom dia, respondeu polidamente o principezinho, que se voltou, mas não viu nada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;- Eu estou aqui, disse a voz, debaixo da macieira... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;- Quem és tu? perguntou o principezinho. Tu és bem bonita... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;- Sou uma raposa, disse a raposa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;- Vem brincar comigo, propôs o principezinho. Estou tão triste...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt; - Eu não posso brincar contigo, disse a raposa. Não me cativaram ainda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;- Ah! desculpa, disse o principezinho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;- Que quer dizer "cativar"? - É uma coisa muito esquecida, disse a raposa. Significa "criar laços..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;- Criar laços? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;- Exactamente, disse a raposa. Tu não és ainda para mim senão um garoto inteiramente igual a cem mil outros garotos. E eu não tenho necessidade de ti. E tu não tens também necessidade de mim. Não passo a teus olhos de uma raposa igual a cem mil outras raposas. Mas, se tu me cativas, nós teremos necessidade um do outro. Serás para mim único no mundo. E eu serei para ti única no mundo... Se tu me cativas, minha vida será como que cheia de sol. Conhecerei um barulho de passos que será diferente dos outros. Os outros passos me fazem entrar debaixo da terra. O teu me chamará para fora da toca, como se fosse música. E depois, olha! Vês, lá longe, os campos de trigo? Eu não como pão. O trigo para mim é inútil. Os campos de trigo não me lembram coisa alguma. E isso é triste! Mas tu tens cabelos cor de ouro. Então será maravilhoso quando me tiveres cativado. O trigo, que é dourado, fará lembrar-me de ti. E eu amarei o barulho do vento no trigo... A raposa calou-se e considerou por muito tempo o príncipe: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;- Por favor... cativa-me! disse ela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt; - Bem quisera, disse o principezinho, mas eu não tenho muito tempo. Tenho amigos a descobrir e muitas coisas a conhecer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- A gente só conhece bem as coisas que cativou, disse a raposa. Os homens não têm mais tempo de conhecer alguma coisa. Compram tudo prontinho nas lojas. Mas como não existem lojas de amigos, os homens não têm mais amigos. Se tu queres um amigo, cativa-me! ...&lt;/span&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Antoine de Saint Exuperry&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/34134365-1855470953618546192?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/1855470953618546192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=1855470953618546192' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/1855470953618546192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/1855470953618546192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2007/10/o-principezinho.html' title='O principezinho...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</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://bp0.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/RxJ8ZUor0fI/AAAAAAAAAEs/3-nk597r8M8/s72-c/pfox.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-1875831346682121703</id><published>2007-10-01T21:19:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T21:19:05.894+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mariza - Chuva - Fado</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/OpExb2hCYTs' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/OpExb2hCYTs'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&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/34134365-1875831346682121703?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/1875831346682121703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=1875831346682121703' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/1875831346682121703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/1875831346682121703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2007/10/mariza-chuva-fado_01.html' title='Mariza - Chuva - Fado'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-8474193195216535497</id><published>2007-10-01T21:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T21:18:40.127+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuva...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/RwFQEEor0eI/AAAAAAAAAEk/IvNjyRF7XqM/s1600-h/chuva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116458682563678690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/RwFQEEor0eI/AAAAAAAAAEk/IvNjyRF7XqM/s320/chuva.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As coisas vulgares que há na vida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não deixam saudades&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Só as lembranças que doem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ou fazem sorrir&lt;br /&gt;Há gente que fica na história&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;da &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;história da gente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e outras de quem nem o nome&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;lembramos ouvir&lt;br /&gt;São emoções que dão vida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;à saudade que trago&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aquelas que tive contigo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e acabei por perder&lt;br /&gt;Há dias que marcam a alma&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e a vida da gente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e aquele em que tu me deixaste&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;não posso esquecer&lt;br /&gt;A chuva molhava-me o rosto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gelado e cansado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As ruas que a cidade tinha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já eu percorrera&lt;br /&gt;Ai... meu choro de moça perdida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;gritava à cidade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;que o fogo do amor sob chuva&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;há instantes morrera&lt;br /&gt;A chuva ouviu e calou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;meu segredo à cidade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E eis que ela bate no vidro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trazendo a saudade...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como diz a letra deste fantástico fado... Só as coisas menos vulgares da vida nos deixam saudade... aquelas que nos fizeram sorrir... ou chorar... aquelas que nos marcaram... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Há gente que fica na história da história da gente... pessoas que entram na nossa vida muitas vezes sem pedir... e que acabaram por ficar... ficar... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como tu... que entraste de mansinho e aos poucos foste ficando... ficando... E os momentos vividos permanecm na menória... Pois não foram vulgares... e as emoçoes vividas dão lugar à saudade...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134365-8474193195216535497?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/8474193195216535497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=8474193195216535497' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/8474193195216535497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/8474193195216535497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2007/10/chuva.html' title='Chuva...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</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://bp2.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/RwFQEEor0eI/AAAAAAAAAEk/IvNjyRF7XqM/s72-c/chuva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-4570440278120842623</id><published>2007-10-01T21:16:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T21:16:36.402+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mariza - Chuva - Fado</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/OpExb2hCYTs' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/OpExb2hCYTs'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&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/34134365-4570440278120842623?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/4570440278120842623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=4570440278120842623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/4570440278120842623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/4570440278120842623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2007/10/mariza-chuva-fado.html' title='Mariza - Chuva - Fado'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</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-34134365.post-1676898493173989084</id><published>2007-09-24T22:33:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T22:42:51.883+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma nova etapa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/RvgtbEor0dI/AAAAAAAAAEc/vhLYXyPw3D8/s1600-h/prof_escola.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113887320003301842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/RvgtbEor0dI/AAAAAAAAAEc/vhLYXyPw3D8/s320/prof_escola.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Pois é... estou a viver uma nova etapa na minha vida profissional... Fui contratada para ser professora de ciências nas escolas do 1º ciclo... É um programa que se chama "Pequenos Cientistas", ou seja, vou realizar experiências de acordo com o programa do 4º ano de Estudo do meio... Sim... porque fiquei com os meninos do 4º ano... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As semanas que antecederam foram de preparação e só hoje é que conheci os meus primeiros alunos... Está a ser uma experiência muito gira... porque nunca tinha dado aulas a meninos tão pequenos... Eles são muito mais chegados a nós, professores, ainda gostam do miminho... são muito curiosos... querem saber tudo... oferecem desenhos... enfim... são uns amores...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Este primeiro dia correu muito bem... e só espero que os próximos também corram...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/34134365-1676898493173989084?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/1676898493173989084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=1676898493173989084' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Faz-me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/Ru217oI-3aI/AAAAAAAAAEU/L4rSPX7_OdM/s1600-h/porque.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110941188127382946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/Ru217oI-3aI/AAAAAAAAAEU/L4rSPX7_OdM/s320/porque.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Vem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Faz-me rir, Faz-me chorar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Faz-me perder, Faz-me ganhar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Faz-me morrer, Faz-me viver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Traz-me o amanhecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Faz-me querer sem duvidar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Faz-me mentir, Faz-me jurar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Faz-me o que queres, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mas por favor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Faz-me acreditar no amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&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/34134365-4183765529391572438?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/3884385345167852901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=3884385345167852901' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/3884385345167852901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/3884385345167852901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2007/09/porqu-vingana.html' title='Porquê - Vingança'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-2148400050086049861</id><published>2007-09-09T20:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T20:46:59.337+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Porquê?..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/RuRJBGty20I/AAAAAAAAAEM/712YST6Zles/s1600-h/porque1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108288160676371266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="130" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/RuRJBGty20I/AAAAAAAAAEM/712YST6Zles/s320/porque1.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Nunca nunca mais chega a noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;em que te vou despertar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;nunca mais vou poder esperar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;e então ver-te sorrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;nunca mais este amor eterno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;poderá me tornar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;no calor do teu inverno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;que te aquece a dormir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Eu quero as palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;que me tocam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;que me dizem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;que sem mim não és feliz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Suave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;a tua voz tão suave...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porquê?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te arrancaram de mim assim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;diz me porquê?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;se te esqueces-te ou não de mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porquê?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não somos imortais &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porquê?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pergunto, não posso mais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu não posso mais.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Anjos)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Todos nós temos questões para as quais gostaríamos de obter resposta... mas na maioria das vezes a vida não nos permite... Todos nós questionamos o &lt;strong&gt;porquê&lt;/strong&gt; de determinada pessoa entrar na nossa vida... o &lt;strong&gt;porquê&lt;/strong&gt; de outras sairem... às vezes de forma tão rápida que nem nos apercebemos... Muitas vezes gostaríamos de saber o &lt;strong&gt;porquê&lt;/strong&gt; de algumas das nossas escolhas... de alguns acontecimentos... o &lt;strong&gt;porquê&lt;/strong&gt; de nos "cruzarmos" seja lá com quem for.... Gostaríamos de entender o &lt;strong&gt;porquê&lt;/strong&gt;... do &lt;strong&gt;porquê&lt;/strong&gt;... E eu não sou diferente... Hoje apetecia-me que alguém me respondesse a todos os meus &lt;strong&gt;porquês&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&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/34134365-2148400050086049861?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/2148400050086049861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=2148400050086049861' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/2148400050086049861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/2148400050086049861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2007/09/porqu.html' title='Porquê?..'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</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://bp0.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/RuRJBGty20I/AAAAAAAAAEM/712YST6Zles/s72-c/porque1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-1733245600258628533</id><published>2007-09-03T20:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T20:13:12.338+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A mais pura verdade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/RtxckGty2zI/AAAAAAAAAEE/2jE_Y-N4kzI/s1600-h/amoreamizade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106057852879035186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/RtxckGty2zI/AAAAAAAAAEE/2jE_Y-N4kzI/s320/amoreamizade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134365-1733245600258628533?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/1733245600258628533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=1733245600258628533' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/1733245600258628533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/1733245600258628533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2007/09/mais-pura-verdade.html' title='A mais pura verdade...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</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://bp0.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/RtxckGty2zI/AAAAAAAAAEE/2jE_Y-N4kzI/s72-c/amoreamizade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-251436872606350208</id><published>2007-08-24T20:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T20:41:36.206+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Não apetece sorrir...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/Rs8x62ty2yI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Jfo7vH3cdMg/s1600-h/triste.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102351790023826210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/Rs8x62ty2yI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Jfo7vH3cdMg/s320/triste.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Hoje não apetece sorrir... Estou "zangada" com a vida... pois esta teima em me "roubar" uma das pessoas que mais gosto... o meu Avô... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não é novidade... pois ele já trava esta batalha com a doença à bastante tempo... mas confesso que não estou preparada... para ficar sem ele... sem o seu sorriso... a sua alegria... as tertúlias sobre o "seu" benfica... enfim...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sei que a vida é mesmo assim... mas enquanto à vida... à esperança... por mais pequena que ela seja... Nunca tive ídolos... nem mesmo na adolescência... nunca coloquei nenhum poster no quarto... de cantores ou actores famosos... apenas tenho um ídolo na minha vida... ele... o meu querido Avô... Por isso, por mais que me custe vou tentar estar sempre ao seu lado... para que aconteça o que acontecer... estarmos os dois sempre de mãos dadas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134365-251436872606350208?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/251436872606350208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=251436872606350208' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/251436872606350208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/251436872606350208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2007/08/no-apetece-sorrir.html' title='Não apetece sorrir...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</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://bp2.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/Rs8x62ty2yI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Jfo7vH3cdMg/s72-c/triste.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-6665249987145098337</id><published>2007-08-13T17:24:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T17:40:50.113+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorriso...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/RsCG6agSbzI/AAAAAAAAADs/96CqQAlVxrA/s1600-h/sorriso.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098223116288683826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/RsCG6agSbzI/AAAAAAAAADs/96CqQAlVxrA/s320/sorriso.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;O sorriso é uma chave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;que abre portas e janelas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Entre muitas coisas mágicas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;o sorriso é uma delas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;O sorriso é uma simpatia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;também pode ser amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;O sorriso tem magia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;tem ternura e tem calor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;O sorriso dá carinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;O sorriso faz amigos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Constrói tu, no teu caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;uma ponde de sorrisos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Rosa Lobato de Faria)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Escolhi este poema porque tal como ele diz... acredito que um sorriso... pode abrir portas... derrubar montanhas... Nada é mais agradável que um belo sorriso... seja ele dos nossos amigos... da famíla... das pessoas de quem gostamos... ou simplesmente... de alguém que se cruza connosco na rua...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134365-6665249987145098337?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/6665249987145098337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=6665249987145098337' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/6665249987145098337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/6665249987145098337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2007/08/sorriso.html' title='Sorriso...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</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://bp1.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/RsCG6agSbzI/AAAAAAAAADs/96CqQAlVxrA/s72-c/sorriso.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-2523957752124515851</id><published>2007-08-02T19:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T20:11:31.301+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Inesquecível...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/RrIp8KgSbyI/AAAAAAAAADk/W6MV9q06NBk/s1600-h/golfinod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094180242098122530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/RrIp8KgSbyI/AAAAAAAAADk/W6MV9q06NBk/s320/golfinod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Nestas férias tive a oportunidade de visitar o Zoomarine.... e posso vos dizer que é imperdível... Adorei... o espectáculo dos golfinhos... é algo maravilhoso... onde estes animais demonstram não só toda a sua inteligência... como todo o afecto que sentem pelos seus treinadores... realmente... foi esse afecto... essa relação tão estreita que eles têm com os treinadores que me marcou.... O espectáculo das focas e leões marinhos... é igualmente fantástico... estes animais para além de serem muito divertidos... cúmplices.... são também muito afectuosos... O show das aves tropicais... também é muito engraçado... ver os papagaios a andar de bicibleta... as araras a dançar... enfim... recomendo a todos os que puderem a visitar o Zoomarine... porque é um optimo local para se passar um dia maravilhoso.... e...porque ...é lá que se sentem&lt;strong&gt; as verdadeiras emoções...&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/34134365-2523957752124515851?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/2523957752124515851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=2523957752124515851' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/2523957752124515851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/2523957752124515851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2007/08/inesquecvel.html' title='Inesquecível...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</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://bp2.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/RrIp8KgSbyI/AAAAAAAAADk/W6MV9q06NBk/s72-c/golfinod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-2917996945077920887</id><published>2007-07-20T13:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T13:20:21.560+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Só para vos informar que ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/RqCocl-2RiI/AAAAAAAAADc/ipN-s6x1AZU/s1600-h/ferias.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089252788114179618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/RqCocl-2RiI/AAAAAAAAADc/ipN-s6x1AZU/s320/ferias.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134365-2917996945077920887?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/2917996945077920887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=2917996945077920887' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/2917996945077920887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/2917996945077920887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2007/07/s-para-vos-informar-que.html' title='Só para vos informar que ...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</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://bp2.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/RqCocl-2RiI/AAAAAAAAADc/ipN-s6x1AZU/s72-c/ferias.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-7309061518518145408</id><published>2007-07-15T22:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T23:07:22.836+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Aprender a Ser Feliz...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/RpqZR1-2RhI/AAAAAAAAADU/u7vuuH-V5BI/s1600-h/je%20te%20aime_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087547260895905298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/RpqZR1-2RhI/AAAAAAAAADU/u7vuuH-V5BI/s320/je%2520te%2520aime_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Andar, nesta estrada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por caminhos incertos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tão longe e tão perto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do que eu quero ser&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cantar uma balada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De sonhos despertos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E braços abertos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para te contar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas na verdade, estou aqui para te sentir...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para te ver sorrir ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para aprender a ser feliz...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hoje escolhi esta canção... porque acredito que todos os dias... apendo mais alguma coisa... para ser feliz... para tentar alcançar mais e um pouco mais de felicidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134365-7309061518518145408?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/7309061518518145408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=7309061518518145408' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/7309061518518145408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/7309061518518145408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2007/07/aprender-ser-feliz.html' title='Aprender a Ser Feliz...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</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://bp1.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/RpqZR1-2RhI/AAAAAAAAADU/u7vuuH-V5BI/s72-c/je%2520te%2520aime_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-1242991701089159221</id><published>2007-06-28T20:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T20:25:30.991+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Esfera...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/RoQF7AsIuyI/AAAAAAAAADM/KEXnX6gZgBI/s1600-h/BXK19228_esfera800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081192790936304418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/RoQF7AsIuyI/AAAAAAAAADM/KEXnX6gZgBI/s320/BXK19228_esfera800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Por sinal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Essa esfera que me tentava sem me olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Nada mais era do que um som que me levava tentar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Fugir de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sair de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Uma vez mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sem saber por quê desisti p'ra te dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Nada mais, quero mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Se não for assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Esconde esse sorriso que me faz querer matar por mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mais, mais, quero mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mais, mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Por isso esconde esse sorriso que me faz querer matar por mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Só assim dá para mim conseguir que não 'tou a mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Que me deixes ir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Que me libertes de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Que não me faças sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;E eu não quero cair, não me posso entregar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sem que me percebas que não podes julgar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;E eu quero tentar poder acreditar que o aperto cá dentro um dia vai acabar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;O monstro em mim não irá socumbir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Não desvalece por não conseguir e que olhes p'ra mim que me fazes existir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Então esconde esse sorriso que me faz querer matar por mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mais, mais, quero mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mais, mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Por isso esconde esse sorriso que me faz querer matar por mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mais, mais, quero mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mais, mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Por isso esconde esse sorriso que me faz querer matar por mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Pedro Khima)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Mas uma das minhas músicas preferidas... Que me acompanha nas minhas viagens de carro... Com uma letra fantástica e com a qual me identifico tanto... Porquê?!... Não sei... Ou melhor... até sei...&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/34134365-1242991701089159221?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/1242991701089159221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=1242991701089159221' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/1242991701089159221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/1242991701089159221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2007/06/esfera.html' title='Esfera...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</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://bp2.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/RoQF7AsIuyI/AAAAAAAAADM/KEXnX6gZgBI/s72-c/BXK19228_esfera800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-2259535779952616284</id><published>2007-06-21T17:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T17:46:02.385+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu sei...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/Rnqoc3HCqCI/AAAAAAAAADE/ZrDuifqLgi4/s1600-h/amor02.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078556743596943394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/Rnqoc3HCqCI/AAAAAAAAADE/ZrDuifqLgi4/s320/amor02.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Eu sei tudo pode acontecer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu sei nosso amor não vai morrer...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vou pedir aos céus você aqui comigo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vou jogar no mar flores pra te encontrar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não sei porque você disse adeus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guardei o beijo que você me deu...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You say goodbye and I say hello&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You say goodbye and I say hello&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;(Serginho Moah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Esta é uma das minha músicas favoritas porque acredito no amor... acredito que existem amores para toda a vida... mesmo que a vida os separe... acredito no amor à primeira vista... acredito, também, que para cada um de nós existe uma alma gémea... que passa pela nossa vida... mesmo que seja na altura "errada"... acredito nos amores impossiveis... e também nos amores possíveis... Enfim... simplesmente acredito no amor....&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/34134365-2259535779952616284?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/2259535779952616284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=2259535779952616284' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/2259535779952616284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/2259535779952616284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2007/06/eu-sei.html' title='Eu sei...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</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://bp1.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/Rnqoc3HCqCI/AAAAAAAAADE/ZrDuifqLgi4/s72-c/amor02.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-9069242046852627923</id><published>2007-06-12T20:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T20:51:06.963+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Para ficar na memória...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/Rm74SXHCqBI/AAAAAAAAAC8/a3m9auC0jgw/s1600-h/016funchal1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/Rm739HHCqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/8hjfmr-pqPY/s1600-h/11mad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075266459345790978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/Rm739HHCqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/8hjfmr-pqPY/s320/11mad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O fantástico fim-de - semana que passei na ilha da Madeira... Linda... florida... um verdadeiro jardim...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recomendo visitar a ilha da Madeira porque para além da sua beleza natural... transmite uma calma e tranquilidade... enormes...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Passei uns optimos dias... em que me diverti imenso...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/34134365-9069242046852627923?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/9069242046852627923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=9069242046852627923' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/9069242046852627923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/9069242046852627923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2007/06/para-ficar-na-memria.html' title='Para ficar na memória...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</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://bp2.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/Rm739HHCqAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/8hjfmr-pqPY/s72-c/11mad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-4050303002445835184</id><published>2007-05-23T19:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T20:04:55.669+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O meu "MEME"...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/RlSN--JoGyI/AAAAAAAAACs/33s0NqVUKrQ/s1600-h/bemmeker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067831593673431842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/RlSN--JoGyI/AAAAAAAAACs/33s0NqVUKrQ/s320/bemmeker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"A Felicidade não está no fim da jornada e, sim em cada curva do caminho que percorremos para encontrá-la..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Autor desconhecido)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Viver é a coisa mais rara do mundo. A maioria das pessoas apenas existe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Oscar Wilde)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;Miudda passou-me um "MEME"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;É um comentário, uma frase, uma ideia, que rapidamente é propagada pela Web, usualmente por meio de blogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;O neologismo "Memes" foi criado por Richard Dawkins dado a semelhança fonética com o termo "genes"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;Agora vou passar a mais alguns blogues para continuarem este desafio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;Isto, claro, se assim quiserem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturno&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isamar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tarina &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Serenismo&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/34134365-4050303002445835184?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/4050303002445835184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=4050303002445835184' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/4050303002445835184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/4050303002445835184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2007/05/o-meu-meme.html' title='O meu &quot;MEME&quot;...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</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://bp1.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/RlSN--JoGyI/AAAAAAAAACs/33s0NqVUKrQ/s72-c/bemmeker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-8208289571193557173</id><published>2007-05-21T21:01:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T21:12:57.299+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Como esquecer....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/RlH7ouJoGxI/AAAAAAAAACk/MrlVrN1LkeY/s1600-h/BXK20759_paisagem-marinha800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067107732770265874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/RlH7ouJoGxI/AAAAAAAAACk/MrlVrN1LkeY/s320/BXK20759_paisagem-marinha800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;... os &lt;strong&gt;dias cinzentos&lt;/strong&gt;... se são eles que me trazem os &lt;strong&gt;dias de Sol&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;... as &lt;strong&gt;derrotas...&lt;/strong&gt; se são elas que me proporcionam as&lt;strong&gt; vitórias!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... os erros&lt;/strong&gt;... se são eles que me dão lições!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;... a &lt;strong&gt;solidão&lt;/strong&gt;... se foi ela que me fez entender os meus &lt;strong&gt;amores&lt;/strong&gt; e me trouxe os &lt;strong&gt;amigos&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;... as &lt;strong&gt;tristezas&lt;/strong&gt;... se são elas que fizeram a minha &lt;strong&gt;sorte mudar&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;... os &lt;strong&gt;planos fracassados&lt;/strong&gt;... se o fracasso pode ensinar-me a&lt;strong&gt; sonhar&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;... &lt;strong&gt;de ti&lt;/strong&gt;.... se foste tu que me fizeste voltar a &lt;strong&gt;acreditar&lt;/strong&gt;!!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/RlH7P-JoGwI/AAAAAAAAACc/9gsbe5xeMqc/s1600-h/27419ico.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134365-8208289571193557173?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/8208289571193557173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=8208289571193557173' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/8208289571193557173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/8208289571193557173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2007/05/como-esquecer.html' title='Como esquecer....'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</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://bp1.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/RlH7ouJoGxI/AAAAAAAAACk/MrlVrN1LkeY/s72-c/BXK20759_paisagem-marinha800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-2288925333672506538</id><published>2007-04-30T21:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T21:12:27.773+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lágrima de preta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/RjZLdefsT9I/AAAAAAAAACU/smR8GnVVzXE/s1600-h/quimica_armor01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059314201171611602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/RjZLdefsT9I/AAAAAAAAACU/smR8GnVVzXE/s320/quimica_armor01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Encontrei uma preta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que estava a chorar,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pedi-lhe uma lágrima &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;para analisar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recolhi a lágrima&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;com todo o cuidado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;num tubo de ensaio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bem esterilizado.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olhei-o de um lado,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do outro e de frente:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tinha um ar de gota&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;muito transparente.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mandei vir os ácidos,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;as bases e os sais,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;as drogas usadas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;em casos que tais.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ensaiei a frio,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Experimentei ao lume, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De todas as vezes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;deu-me o que é costume:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nem sinais de negro,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nem vestígios de ódio.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Água (quase tudo)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e cloreto de sódio...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(António Gedeão)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje resolvi fazer uma pequena homenagem a uma das paixões da minha vida: a Química.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foi que sempre me fascinou e que eu escolhi para continuar a fascinar os meus dias....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É muito bom... quando trabalhamos na área de que gostamos...&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/34134365-2288925333672506538?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/2288925333672506538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=2288925333672506538' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/2288925333672506538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/2288925333672506538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2007/04/lgrima-de-preta.html' title='Lágrima de preta...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</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://bp1.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/RjZLdefsT9I/AAAAAAAAACU/smR8GnVVzXE/s72-c/quimica_armor01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-6512848774970679261</id><published>2007-04-18T12:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T12:16:28.316+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Parte de mim..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/RiX9APwwEVI/AAAAAAAAACM/42ven3Iws6Y/s1600-h/hp_amor_romantico_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054724337466085714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/RiX9APwwEVI/AAAAAAAAACM/42ven3Iws6Y/s320/hp_amor_romantico_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Onde estiveres, eu estou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Onde tu fores, eu vou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se tu quiseres&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Assim,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu corpo é o teu mundo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um beijo um segundo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;És parte de mim.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para onde olhares&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu corro,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se me faltareas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu morro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando vieres,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Distante&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Solto as amarras,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E tocam guitarras por ti como dantes...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agarra-me esta noite,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sente tempo que eu perdi,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agarra-me esta noite,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que amanha não estou aqui...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agarra-me esta noite,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sente tempo que eu perdi,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agarra-me esta noite,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que amanha nao estou aqui...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Pedro Abrunhosa)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134365-6512848774970679261?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/6512848774970679261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=6512848774970679261' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/6512848774970679261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/6512848774970679261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2007/04/parte-de-mim.html' title='Parte de mim..'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</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://bp3.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/RiX9APwwEVI/AAAAAAAAACM/42ven3Iws6Y/s72-c/hp_amor_romantico_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-1071490812998744327</id><published>2007-04-12T11:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T11:26:21.269+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O beijo do Sol...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/Rh4JEBR6fJI/AAAAAAAAACE/JQOW_FYpABw/s1600-h/div_sol.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052485796623973522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/Rh4JEBR6fJI/AAAAAAAAACE/JQOW_FYpABw/s320/div_sol.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sei que o sol vai descer para me beijar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E dar cor às palavras que eu vou cantar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vai deixar-me a deriva olhando o céu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Neste mar revolto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;que sou eu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134365-1071490812998744327?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/1071490812998744327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=1071490812998744327' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/1071490812998744327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/1071490812998744327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2007/04/o-beijo-do-sol.html' title='O beijo do Sol...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</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://bp2.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/Rh4JEBR6fJI/AAAAAAAAACE/JQOW_FYpABw/s72-c/div_sol.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-5683550089835317445</id><published>2007-04-05T20:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T20:23:54.236+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A todos os que passam por aqui desejo....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/RhVLvr3On4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/OH-IXlu1VPE/s1600-h/PASCOA2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050025839766183810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/RhVLvr3On4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/OH-IXlu1VPE/s320/PASCOA2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muito doce.... e repleta de surpresas... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134365-5683550089835317445?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/5683550089835317445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=5683550089835317445' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/5683550089835317445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/5683550089835317445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2007/04/todos-os-que-passam-por-aqui-desejo.html' title='A todos os que passam por aqui desejo....'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</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://bp3.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/RhVLvr3On4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/OH-IXlu1VPE/s72-c/PASCOA2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-1907420310017585695</id><published>2007-03-26T20:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T21:25:00.950+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nunca me esqueci de ti...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/RggoPFk32CI/AAAAAAAAABo/_uvCIHfOpyw/s1600-h/blog500_entardecer01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046327622128621602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/RggoPFk32CI/AAAAAAAAABo/_uvCIHfOpyw/s320/blog500_entardecer01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tudo muda, tudo parte &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tudo tem o seu avesso. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frágil a memória da paixão... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É a lua. Fim da tarde &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É a brisa onde adormeço &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quente como a tua mão &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas nunca&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me esqueci de ti &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu nunca me esqueci de ti...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134365-1907420310017585695?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/1907420310017585695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=1907420310017585695' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/1907420310017585695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/1907420310017585695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2007/03/nunca-me-esqueci-de-ti.html' title='Nunca me esqueci de ti...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</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://bp1.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/RggoPFk32CI/AAAAAAAAABo/_uvCIHfOpyw/s72-c/blog500_entardecer01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-2418939117921128542</id><published>2007-03-21T20:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-21T21:13:42.062Z</updated><title type='text'>Dia Mundial da Árvore...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/RgGc86yMqgI/AAAAAAAAABg/EsB8krkFw90/s1600-h/2006317114631284923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044485628017551874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/RgGc86yMqgI/AAAAAAAAABg/EsB8krkFw90/s320/2006317114631284923.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uma árvore é uma amiga&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que devemos bem tratar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uma amiga de verdade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tão fiel como a amizade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que devemos preservar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ao fim de muitos anos... hoje voltei a festejar o Dia Mundial da Árvore...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#006600;"&gt;A turma a que dou formação resolveu desenvolver uma actividade em conjunto com crianças... e correu tudo muito bem... Para mim foi uma tarde muito bem passada... À muito tempo que não me divertia tanto... saltei... pulei.... brinquei... áté me esqueci que estava lá como formadora... pois a alegria era tanta que não existia grande diferença entre mim e as crianças (o que também... para quem me conhece não é novidade nenhuma!!...)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#006600;"&gt;Depois de jogarmos vários jogos e de um delicioso lanche... chegou a hora de plantarmos as nossas árvores.... e o momento foi acompanhado por musica e pelas crianças a cantarem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#006600;"&gt;Foi uma tarde muito especial... em que todos voltamos para casa com um sorriso enorme.... e o coração cheio....&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/34134365-2418939117921128542?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/2418939117921128542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=2418939117921128542' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/2418939117921128542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/2418939117921128542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2007/03/dia-mundial-da-rvore.html' title='Dia Mundial da Árvore...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</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://bp2.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/RgGc86yMqgI/AAAAAAAAABg/EsB8krkFw90/s72-c/2006317114631284923.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-1487732313360009876</id><published>2007-03-18T20:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-18T20:44:44.927Z</updated><title type='text'>Mulheres...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/Rf2j55o_x-I/AAAAAAAAABY/RsIrTVFBocc/s1600-h/mulher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043367372845467618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/Rf2j55o_x-I/AAAAAAAAABY/RsIrTVFBocc/s320/mulher.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elas sorriem quando querem gritar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elas cantam quando querem chorar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elas choram quando estão felizes...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E riem quando estão nervosas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Pablo Neruda)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esta é a minha pequena homenagem a nós mulheres...&lt;br /&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/34134365-1487732313360009876?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/1487732313360009876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=1487732313360009876' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/1487732313360009876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/1487732313360009876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2007/03/mulheres.html' title='Mulheres...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</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://bp1.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/Rf2j55o_x-I/AAAAAAAAABY/RsIrTVFBocc/s72-c/mulher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-1651161679300814721</id><published>2007-03-10T18:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-10T19:07:48.136Z</updated><title type='text'>Um dia.... para ti...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/RfL_k90UNjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/CPv8dSom7ds/s1600-h/tattyteddy172.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040371943515371058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/RfL_k90UNjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/CPv8dSom7ds/s320/tattyteddy172.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Houve um dia alguém...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alguém que me mostrou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que fosse por mal ou por bem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tudo o homem já amou.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Houve um dia um desejo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um olhar...Um sentir...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como o teu primeiro beijo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que me impede de fugir...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Daquele momento...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Único no tempo e eu sei bem eu sei bem...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Houve um dia alguém...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alguém que me fez ver&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que para se amar também&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para isso há que saber.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Houve u dia uma voz...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que no seu tom fez esquecer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um passado tão atroz &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tão longe está sem se ver.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E essas palavras...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que saem dentro de mim...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não escondem... Nem mentem...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando falo de ti!...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Pólo Norte)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134365-1651161679300814721?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/1651161679300814721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=1651161679300814721' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/1651161679300814721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/1651161679300814721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2007/03/um-dia-para-ti.html' title='Um dia.... para ti...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</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://bp3.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/RfL_k90UNjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/CPv8dSom7ds/s72-c/tattyteddy172.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-1691016258694623142</id><published>2007-03-01T16:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-01T16:59:42.938Z</updated><title type='text'>Com dinheiro podemos comprar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/RecFQLNnnWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/zKZ61RTbwec/s1600-h/tiopatinhas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037000483683147106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 91px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="131" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/RecFQLNnnWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/zKZ61RTbwec/s320/tiopatinhas.jpg" width="85" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... uma cama, mas não os sonhos;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... livros, mas não culrura;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... comida, mas nao apetite;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... adornos, mas não beleza;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... uma casa, mas não um lar;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... remédios, mas não saúde;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... luxos, mas não simpatia;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... diversão; mas não felicidade.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas tudo aquilo que deve ser realmente importante &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;na nossa vida podemos ter de graça...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134365-1691016258694623142?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/1691016258694623142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=1691016258694623142' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/1691016258694623142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/1691016258694623142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2007/03/com-dinheiro-podemos-comprar.html' title='Com dinheiro podemos comprar...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</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://bp0.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/RecFQLNnnWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/zKZ61RTbwec/s72-c/tiopatinhas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-5248951859680471940</id><published>2007-02-24T16:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-24T17:00:46.244Z</updated><title type='text'>Illegal...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/ReBs6xknGbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/t-OFA4YqDFA/s1600-h/coraÃ§Ã£o+partido1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035144140395321778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="124" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/ReBs6xknGbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/t-OFA4YqDFA/s320/cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o+partido1.jpg" width="119" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who would have thought that you could hurt me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The way you've done it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So deliberate, so determined&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Since you have been gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I bite my nails for days and hours&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And question my own questions on and on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tell me now, tell me now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why you're so far away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I'm still so close&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't even know the meaning of the words I'm sorry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You said you would love me until you die&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As far as I know you're still alive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't even know the meaning of the words I'm sorry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm starting to believe it should be illigal to deceive a woman's heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I tried so hard to be attentive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To all you wanted always supportive always patient&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What did I do wrong?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm wondering for days and hours&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's here, it isn't here where you belong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyhow, Anyhow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish you both all the best&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hope you get along&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Shakira)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134365-5248951859680471940?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/5248951859680471940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=5248951859680471940' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/5248951859680471940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/5248951859680471940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2007/02/illegal.html' title='Illegal...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</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://bp0.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/ReBs6xknGbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/t-OFA4YqDFA/s72-c/cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o+partido1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-4982168448390285552</id><published>2007-02-21T20:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-21T20:33:13.166Z</updated><title type='text'>O livro da vida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/RdyqgBknGaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BVKwMPrdHlo/s1600-h/livro%20da%20vida%20om%20bordas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034085950647900578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/RdyqgBknGaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BVKwMPrdHlo/s320/livro%2520da%2520vida%2520om%2520bordas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; A tua vida é como um livro. O título corresponde ao teu nome.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O prefácio é uma introdução ao mundo. As páginas são crónicas diárias dos teus esforços.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O assunto principal do teu livro pode ser a tua profissão, os teus negócios, o amor, a ciência, a literatura e a religião...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dia a dia, oe teus pensamentos e actos são esritos nele, como prova do teu exito ou fracasso...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tudo o que anotas em cada uma das páginas, é de vital importância, pois ficará registado para sempre...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um dia, terás de escrever a palavra fim... Então, que possas dizer que o teu livros é um modelo de nobres propósitos e serviço generoso ao mundo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se fores valente e deres o melhor de ti... aparecerá escrito nele o melhor da tua vida...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134365-4982168448390285552?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/4982168448390285552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=4982168448390285552' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/4982168448390285552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/4982168448390285552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2007/02/o-livro-da-vida.html' title='O livro da vida...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</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://bp1.blogger.com/_CbneXMRE5rQ/RdyqgBknGaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BVKwMPrdHlo/s72-c/livro%2520da%2520vida%2520om%2520bordas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-117154575372581749</id><published>2007-02-15T13:21:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-02-15T13:22:33.740Z</updated><title type='text'>Quando...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5358/3757/1600/409125/PENSAMENTO_83-vi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5358/3757/320/797754/PENSAMENTO_83-vi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134365-117154575372581749?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/117154575372581749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=117154575372581749' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/117154575372581749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/117154575372581749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2007/02/quando.html' title='Quando...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-117110996985179635</id><published>2007-02-10T12:09:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-02-10T12:19:29.866Z</updated><title type='text'>Felicidade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5358/3757/1600/429862/felicidade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5358/3757/320/954436/felicidade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A felicidade não depende do que acontece ao nosso redor, senão do que acontece dentro de nós...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A felicidade mede-se pelo espírito com que enfrentamos as dificuldades da vida...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A felicidade é um assunto de valentia, é muito fácil sentirmo-nos deprimidos e desesperados...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A felicidade é um estado de ânimo, não somos felizes até que decidimos sê-lo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A felicidade não consiste em fazer sempre o que queremos, senão a querer tudo o que fizemos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A felicidade nasce de colocar o nosso coração no trabalho... E de faze-lo com alegria e entusiasmo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A felicidade não tem receitas... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cada um a cozinha com o tempero da sua própria preferência...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A felicidade não é uma pousada no caminho... senão uma forma de caminhar durante a Vida!!....&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/34134365-117110996985179635?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/117110996985179635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=117110996985179635' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/117110996985179635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/117110996985179635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2007/02/felicidade.html' title='Felicidade...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-117078260131002083</id><published>2007-02-06T16:58:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-02-06T17:23:21.326Z</updated><title type='text'>Quantas vezes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5358/3757/1600/102046/quantas_vezes_amor_tens_ferido_grd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5358/3757/320/346136/quantas_vezes_amor_tens_ferido_grd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quantas vezes nós pensamos em desistir, deixar de lado, o ideal e os sonhos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quantas vezes vamos embora, com o coração amargurado pela injustiça...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quantas vezes sentimos o peso da responsabilidade,  sem ter com quem dividir...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quantas vezes sentimos solidão, mesmo estando rodeado de pessoas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quantas vezes falamos, sem sermos ouvidos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quantas vezes lutamos por uma causa perdida...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quantas vezes voltamos para casa com a sensação de derrota...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quantas vezes aquela lágrima, teima em cair justamente na hora em que precisamos de parecer fortes...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quantas vezes pedimos a Deus um pouco de força, um pouco de luz.... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E a resposta vem, seja lá como for, um sorriso, um olhar cúmplice, um cartãozinho, um bilhete, um geto de amor... E a gente insiste.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Insiste em prosseguir, em acreditar, em transformar, em dividir, em estar, em ser... E a vida  insiste em nos abençoar, em nos mostrar o caminho, aquele mais dificil, mais complicado, mais bonito. E a gente insiste em seguir, por ter uma missão, ser Feliz!!!.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134365-117078260131002083?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/117078260131002083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=117078260131002083' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/117078260131002083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/117078260131002083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2007/02/quantas-vezes.html' title='Quantas vezes...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-117044558359634215</id><published>2007-02-02T19:27:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-02-02T19:46:23.616Z</updated><title type='text'>Simplicidade....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5358/3757/1600/497617/margaridas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5358/3757/320/150695/margaridas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;A vida é feita de coisas muito simples...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cada um tem um jeito de se expressar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muitos não sabem dizer:"eu te amo" e acabam deixando passar o momento...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deixando escapar a oportunidade de "ser" e "fazer" alguém feliz...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para viver feliz é preciso muito pouco...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um olhar carinhoso...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um sorriso...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um beijo demorado...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uma brincadeira sadia...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Basta a presença de alguém para que tudo o mais seja só felicidade...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Viver cada instante com a mor e dignidade, e no futuro &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;contar aos filhos e netos o segredo para ser feliz...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ser amigo é tudo o que importa!!....&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/34134365-117044558359634215?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/117044558359634215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=117044558359634215' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/117044558359634215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/117044558359634215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2007/02/simplicidade.html' title='Simplicidade....'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-116975286182928666</id><published>2007-01-25T19:12:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-01-25T19:21:01.850Z</updated><title type='text'>Sou...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5358/3757/1600/204555/princessh-contente.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5358/3757/320/737994/princessh-contente.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não tenho &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;nada&lt;/span&gt; e tenho &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sou &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;rica &lt;/span&gt;em &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;sonhos&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;pobre&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;pobre&lt;/span&gt; em &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;ouro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do que me importa se todo esse dinheiro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não compra &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;amigos&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;estrelas&lt;/span&gt; e o &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;amor verdadeiro&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Adaptado de Floribella)&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/34134365-116975286182928666?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/116975286182928666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=116975286182928666' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/116975286182928666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/116975286182928666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2007/01/sou.html' title='Sou...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-116949435168927689</id><published>2007-01-22T19:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-22T19:32:31.706Z</updated><title type='text'>A vida é...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5358/3757/1600/825271/labirinto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5358/3757/320/814378/labirinto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A vida é como um labirinto, com muitas opções para seguir.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No caminho diário podemos chocar contra as paredes quando as circunstâncias&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;são difíceis, mas é preciso tomar uma atitude positiva e de desapego.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nada conseguimos ficando angustiados, preocupados e nos torturando&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;com os problemas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para qualquer dificuldade na vida existe uma razão, que nos escapa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do nosso entendimento, naquele momento.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não podemos entender o porquê de tantas paredes no labirinto,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a menos que nos elevem e vejamos a situação por completo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134365-116949435168927689?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/116949435168927689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=116949435168927689' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/116949435168927689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/116949435168927689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2007/01/vida.html' title='A vida é...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-116911957849985350</id><published>2007-01-18T11:19:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-01-18T11:26:18.516Z</updated><title type='text'>Cada pessoa que passa na nossa vida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5358/3757/1600/788269/ShowLetterl.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5358/3757/320/499475/ShowLetterl.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Cada pessoa que passa na nossa vida, passa sozinha,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;porque cada pessoa é única e nenhuma substitui a outra.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cada pessoa que passa na nossa vida, passa sozinha, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas não vai sozinha e nem nos deixará só, porque leva um &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pouco de nós e deixa um pouco de si.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Há os que levam muito e deixaram pouco, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;há os que levam pouco e deixaram muito.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Essa é a nossa mais bela responsabilidade da vida e a &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;prova de que não nos encontramos por acaso...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134365-116911957849985350?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/116911957849985350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=116911957849985350' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/116911957849985350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/116911957849985350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2007/01/cada-pessoa-que-passa-na-nossa-vida.html' title='Cada pessoa que passa na nossa vida...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-116863193998879639</id><published>2007-01-12T19:49:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-01-12T19:59:00.006Z</updated><title type='text'>Vale a pena reflectir...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5358/3757/1600/312970/felicidade3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5358/3757/320/482805/felicidade3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esforça-te!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De nada valem as tuas lamentações-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A acção atrai acção.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A inércia atrai a inércia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O medo atrai o medo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A coragem atrai a força.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A vida sorri para quem sorri.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A lei da acção e reacção actua em tudo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nós somos os donos dos nossos pensamentos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E temos o dever de aprender a controlá-los...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Depende de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134365-116863193998879639?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/116863193998879639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=116863193998879639' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/116863193998879639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/116863193998879639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2007/01/vale-pena-reflectir.html' title='Vale a pena reflectir...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-116837655971902487</id><published>2007-01-09T20:45:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-01-09T21:02:39.736Z</updated><title type='text'>Para a minha amiga de guerra...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5358/3757/1600/454908/amigos23.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5358/3757/320/286736/amigos23.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amigo é aquele que chega quando toda a gente já se foi embora..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;O que é um verdadeiro amigo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;- Meu amigo não voltou do campo de batalha, senhor. Solicito permissão para ir buscá-lo (disse o soldado ao seu tenente).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;- Permissão negada (respondeu o oficial). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;Não quero que você arrisque a sua vida por um homem que provavelmente esterá morto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;O soldado ignorando a proibição, saiu e uma hora depois voltou mortamente ferido, transportando o cadáver do seu amigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;O oficial estava furioso:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;- Eu não te disse que ele estav morto?!!! Diga-me, valeu a pena ir até lá para trazer um cadáver?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;E o soldado, moribundo, respondeu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;- Claro que sim, senhor. Quando o encontrei, ele ainda estava vivo, e pode me dizer:"Tinha a certeza que virias!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Para ti, amiga, que estás sempre disponível quando eu preciso...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134365-116837655971902487?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/116837655971902487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=116837655971902487' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/116837655971902487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/116837655971902487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2007/01/para-minha-amiga-de-guerra.html' title='Para a minha amiga de guerra...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-116811234339928663</id><published>2007-01-06T19:29:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-01-06T19:39:03.416Z</updated><title type='text'>Obriggaaadaaa!!!!!!....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5358/3757/1600/721088/anivrsario.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5358/3757/320/967813/anivrsario.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Pois é... faz hoje 26 anos que nasci... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;Ou melhor, que vim ao mundo para colorir a vida dos meus pais e família.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;Agradeço a todos o óptimo dia que passei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;E, claro, agradeço a todos os meus amigos todos os sms, os telefonenas... enfim... todo o carinho que me proporcionaram.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;Obrigada por serem meus amigos e me ajudarem a colorir a minha vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&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/34134365-116811234339928663?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/116811234339928663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=116811234339928663' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/116811234339928663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/116811234339928663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2007/01/obriggaaadaaa.html' title='Obriggaaadaaa!!!!!!....'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-116802630070803698</id><published>2007-01-05T19:43:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-01-05T19:45:00.723Z</updated><title type='text'>A todos os que passam por aqui desejo....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5358/3757/1600/911319/24.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5358/3757/320/679056/24.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134365-116802630070803698?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/116802630070803698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=116802630070803698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/116802630070803698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/116802630070803698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2007/01/todos-os-que-passam-por-aqui-desejo.html' title='A todos os que passam por aqui desejo....'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</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-34134365.post-116793123585619700</id><published>2007-01-04T17:08:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-01-04T17:20:35.873Z</updated><title type='text'>O teu mundo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5358/3757/1600/742980/04_03%20mundo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5358/3757/320/349448/04_03%2520mundo.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt; Ainda me alteras os passos se te vejo passar&lt;br /&gt;Energias se cruzam num segundo do olhar&lt;br /&gt;Num momento em que somos só dois na multidão, e&lt;br /&gt;desejamos voltar...&lt;br /&gt;Ainda me alteras a fala se te encontro parado&lt;br /&gt;Nesse sensual fumo, nessa cinza esquecida de quem não&lt;br /&gt;se interessa&lt;br /&gt;Ou de quem não atura os teatros da vida&lt;br /&gt;Ainda me fazes pensar, quase achar, que te amo&lt;br /&gt;Quase achar que o destino se enganou no caminho&lt;br /&gt;Esperar que me toques é vicio que adoro e que me faz&lt;br /&gt;pensar&lt;br /&gt;Foi mais um sol que nasceu mais uma vez igual&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma vez contigo esquecemos o mal&lt;br /&gt;que nos fazemos aos dois por deixar para depois o que&lt;br /&gt;fizemos real&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma vez um abraço, aquele abraço de sempre&lt;br /&gt;Aquele abraço que sente o que para sempre é segredo&lt;br /&gt;Impaciente segredo e suave presença perdida em nós,&lt;br /&gt;despida em nós&lt;br /&gt;Ainda me fazes pensar, quase achar, que te amo&lt;br /&gt;Quase achar que o destino se enganou no caminho&lt;br /&gt;Esperar que me toques é vicio que adoro e que me faz&lt;br /&gt;pensar&lt;br /&gt;Só não te quero ver chorar por ti,&lt;br /&gt;Só não te quero ver a olhar para trás, para nós&lt;br /&gt;O teu mundo é como eu,&lt;br /&gt;Gosta de saber porquê,&lt;br /&gt;Só alguns sabem olhar esse fumo que é só teu&lt;br /&gt;Ainda me fazes pensar, quase achar que te amo&lt;br /&gt;O teu mundo é como eu&lt;br /&gt;O teu mundo é como eu&lt;br /&gt;O teu mundo é só teu...e meu&lt;br /&gt;Ainda me alteras os passos se te vejo passar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Toranja)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134365-116793123585619700?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/116793123585619700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=116793123585619700' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/116793123585619700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/116793123585619700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2007/01/o-teu-mundo.html' title='O teu mundo...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-116741907310943686</id><published>2006-12-29T18:52:00.001Z</published><updated>2006-12-29T19:04:33.133Z</updated><title type='text'>Para ti...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5358/3757/1600/649466/baloes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5358/3757/320/955074/baloes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sentir&lt;/strong&gt; primeiro, &lt;strong&gt;pensar &lt;/strong&gt;depois...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perdoar&lt;/strong&gt; primeiro,&lt;strong&gt; julgar&lt;/strong&gt; depois...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amar&lt;/strong&gt; primeiro, &lt;strong&gt;educar&lt;/strong&gt; depois...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esquecer&lt;/strong&gt; primeiro, &lt;strong&gt;aprender&lt;/strong&gt; depois...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Libertar&lt;/strong&gt; primeiro, &lt;strong&gt;ensinar &lt;/strong&gt;depois...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alimentar&lt;/strong&gt; primeiro,&lt;strong&gt; cantar&lt;/strong&gt; depois...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Possuir&lt;/strong&gt; primeiro, &lt;strong&gt;contemplar&lt;/strong&gt; depois...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agir &lt;/strong&gt;primeiro, &lt;strong&gt;julgar &lt;/strong&gt;depois...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Navegar&lt;/strong&gt; primeiro,&lt;strong&gt; aportar&lt;/strong&gt; depois...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Viver&lt;/strong&gt; primeiro, &lt;strong&gt;morrer&lt;/strong&gt; depois!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Mario Quintana)&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/34134365-116741907310943686?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/116741907310943686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=116741907310943686' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/116741907310943686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/116741907310943686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2006/12/para-ti.html' title='Para ti...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-116699193603102264</id><published>2006-12-24T20:24:00.001Z</published><updated>2006-12-24T20:26:01.953Z</updated><title type='text'>Para todos vós...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5358/3757/1600/265401/2r.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5358/3757/320/318338/2r.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134365-116699193603102264?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/116699193603102264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=116699193603102264' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/116699193603102264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/116699193603102264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2006/12/para-todos-vs.html' title='Para todos vós...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-116672428956070034</id><published>2006-12-21T18:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-21T18:04:49.560Z</updated><title type='text'>Ohh... Ohh... Ohhh...Ohhh.... Ohhhhhh....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5358/3757/1600/397581/papai.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5358/3757/320/758851/papai.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estou quase.... quase..... a chegar.... É só mais um bocadinho.... &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/34134365-116672428956070034?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/116672428956070034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=116672428956070034' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/116672428956070034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/116672428956070034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2006/12/ohh-ohh-ohhhohhh-ohhhhhh.html' title='Ohh... Ohh... Ohhh...Ohhh.... Ohhhhhh....'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-116646272566855894</id><published>2006-12-18T16:46:00.001Z</published><updated>2006-12-18T17:25:25.690Z</updated><title type='text'>Em contagem descrecente...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5358/3757/1600/476655/Christmas9.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5358/3757/320/718801/Christmas9.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estamos na semana antes do Natal... Como eu gosto destes dias que antecendem o Natal... Gosto do espírito que anda no ar... de ver as pessoas alegres, bem dispostas... de preparar doces... enfim gosto de tudo o que envolve a preparação de um Natal passado em família...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;O meu Natal é passado cá em casa com a família... com direito a bacalhau cozido e perú como manda a tradição... E, claro, muito doces... os fantásticos bilharacos... como eu gosto de bilharacos... Já fiquei com água na boca...&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/34134365-116646272566855894?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/116646272566855894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=116646272566855894' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/116646272566855894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/116646272566855894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2006/12/em-contagem-descrecente.html' title='Em contagem descrecente...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-116639110977355295</id><published>2006-12-17T21:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-17T21:31:49.793Z</updated><title type='text'>Para reflectir...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5358/3757/1600/280656/felicidade1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5358/3757/320/968477/felicidade1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134365-116639110977355295?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/116639110977355295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=116639110977355295' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/116639110977355295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/116639110977355295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2006/12/para-reflectir.html' title='Para reflectir...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-116609575657617059</id><published>2006-12-14T11:15:00.001Z</published><updated>2006-12-14T11:29:16.596Z</updated><title type='text'>Não existem coisas más...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5358/3757/1600/942883/felicidade25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5358/3757/320/617948/felicidade25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pode ser que tudo seja em vão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que nada ganhe com esta ilusão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas só vivendo poderei dizer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que sou capaz, não esistem coisas más&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Existem coisas menos boas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pode ser que no futuro &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me sinta mais segura &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E viva cada dia assim...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cada sonho meu...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pode ser real&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Basta acreditar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não ver só o mal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cada sonho meu...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Depende de mim...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para acontecer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não tenho de provar nada a ninguém&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nem preocupar-me com o que dirão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pois no final sou eu quem vou dizer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que sou capaz, não existem coisas más&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Existem coisas menos boas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todos os dias são novos, novos desafios,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Novas fronteiras...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ultrapasso os meus problemas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salto a minhas barreiras...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cada sonho meu, pode ser real...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Basta acreditar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não ver só o mal... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cada sonho meu depende de mim...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para acontecer!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(J.P.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134365-116609575657617059?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/116609575657617059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=116609575657617059' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/116609575657617059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/116609575657617059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2006/12/no-existem-coisas-ms.html' title='Não existem coisas más...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-116579527376597267</id><published>2006-12-10T23:59:00.001Z</published><updated>2006-12-11T00:01:13.780Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5358/3757/1600/272509/a%20felicidade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5358/3757/320/280383/a%2520felicidade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134365-116579527376597267?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/116579527376597267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=116579527376597267' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/116579527376597267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/116579527376597267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-116534996353246353</id><published>2006-12-05T20:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-05T20:19:52.770Z</updated><title type='text'>Deixa o Mundo girar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5358/3757/1600/431006/mundo%20na%20mao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5358/3757/320/272707/mundo%2520na%2520mao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt; Quantas vezes vou olhar para trás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Estou presa a um passado que pesou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Quantas vezes vou ser eu capaz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Fazer sair quem por engano entrou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Abro a minha porta, não tenho medo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Tenho um mundo inteiro à espera para entrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;De sorriso no rosto talvez o segredo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Alguém que me quer falar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Olho em frente e digo aquilo que vejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Reflexos de quem conheço bem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Ouço essa voz é a tua voz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Dou-lhe atenção e a razão que tem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Deixo o mundo girar para o lado que quer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Não o posso parar nem tenho nada a perder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Estou de passagem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Não o levo a mal se me manda avançar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Talvez seja um sinal que não posso parar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Estou de passagem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Vou aonde quero...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Sou quem tu quiseres...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Estendo a minha mão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;A quem vier por bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Adaptado de "Deixa o Mundo girar" dos Pólo Norte)&lt;br /&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/34134365-116534996353246353?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/116534996353246353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=116534996353246353' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/116534996353246353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/116534996353246353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2006/12/deixa-o-mundo-girar.html' title='Deixa o Mundo girar...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-116499927111830784</id><published>2006-12-01T18:40:00.001Z</published><updated>2006-12-01T18:54:31.153Z</updated><title type='text'>Árvore de Natal...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5358/3757/1600/542577/arvore_feliz.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5358/3757/320/263212/arvore_feliz.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tenho por tradição fazer a Árvore de Natal sempre no dia 1 de Dezembro!!... De manhã coloquei-a logo no pátio a arejar... sim,  porque cá em casa aderimos ás árvores artificiais, mais práticas e igualmente bonitas! Depois lá vai ela para o seu cantinho junto à lareia e só sai de lá depois do dia de reis... E, pronto, este ano resolvi decorá-la em tons de dourado... para ficar diferente, se bem que a cor de Natal é sempre o vermelho... Mas o que eu mais gosto são as iluminações... adoro entrar na sala com a luz apagada e ficar a ver as dezenhas de luzinhas a acenderem e a apagarem num ritmo perfeito... Bem, agora lá vou eu colocar mais uma bolinha na minha árvore... E vocês já fizeram a vossa Árvore de Natal?!....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134365-116499927111830784?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/116499927111830784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=116499927111830784' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/116499927111830784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/116499927111830784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2006/12/rvore-de-natal.html' title='Árvore de Natal...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-116482529134771298</id><published>2006-11-29T18:25:00.001Z</published><updated>2006-11-29T18:34:51.363Z</updated><title type='text'>Abraços...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5358/3757/1600/677425/meninas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5358/3757/320/382184/meninas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;São &lt;strong&gt;dois braços&lt;/strong&gt;, são &lt;strong&gt;dois braços&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; servem pra dar &lt;strong&gt;um abraço&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;assim como &lt;strong&gt;quatro braços&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;servem pra dar &lt;strong&gt;dois abraços&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E assim por aí fora &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;até que quando for a hora &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;vão ser &lt;strong&gt;tantos &lt;/strong&gt;os &lt;strong&gt;abraços&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que &lt;strong&gt;não&lt;/strong&gt; vão chegar os&lt;strong&gt; braços&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;Hoje apeteceu-me deixar &lt;strong&gt;um forte abraço&lt;/strong&gt; para todos que por aqui passam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134365-116482529134771298?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/116482529134771298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=116482529134771298' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/116482529134771298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/116482529134771298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2006/11/abraos.html' title='Abraços...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-116465562886695047</id><published>2006-11-27T19:15:00.001Z</published><updated>2006-11-27T19:27:08.883Z</updated><title type='text'>Sozinha...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5358/3757/1600/387436/animais%20(71).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5358/3757/320/5163/animais%2520%2871%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Às vezes no silêncio da noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Eu fico imaginando nós dois &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Eu fico ali sonhando acordada, juntando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;O antes, o agora e o depois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Por quê você me deixa tão solta? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Por quê você não cola em mim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Tô me sentindo muito sozinha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Não sou nem quero ser o sua dona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;É que um carinho às vezes cai bem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Eu tenho meus segredos e planos secretos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Só abro prá você mais ninguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Por quê você me esquece e some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;E se eu me interessar por alguém?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;E se ele de repente me ganha? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Quando a gente gosta é claro que a gente cuida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt; Fala que me ama só que é da boca pra fora &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Ou você me engana ou não está maduro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Onde está você agora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Adaptado da música Sozinho de Caetano Veloso)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134365-116465562886695047?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/116465562886695047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=116465562886695047' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/116465562886695047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/116465562886695047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2006/11/sozinha.html' title='Sozinha...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-116454747506634118</id><published>2006-11-26T13:20:00.001Z</published><updated>2006-11-26T13:24:35.076Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5358/3757/1600/187168/sorriso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5358/3757/320/331185/sorriso.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; O bom humor espalha mais felicidade que todas as riquezas do mundo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vem do hábito de olhar para as coisas com esperança e de esperar o melhor e não o pior...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Alfred Montapelt)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134365-116454747506634118?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/116454747506634118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=116454747506634118' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/116454747506634118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/116454747506634118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2006/11/o-bom-humor-espalha-mais-felicidade.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-116415064047167334</id><published>2006-11-21T23:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-21T23:10:40.473Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5358/3757/1600/366531/amigo_chorar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5358/3757/320/356815/amigo_chorar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134365-116415064047167334?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/116415064047167334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=116415064047167334' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/116415064047167334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/116415064047167334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-116415023189233456</id><published>2006-11-21T22:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-21T23:03:51.900Z</updated><title type='text'>" Um novo Sistema Solar"...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5358/3757/1600/886806/sistemasolar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5358/3757/320/68596/sistemasolar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt; Esta semana comecei a frequentar  &lt;strong&gt;"Um Novo Sistema Solar"&lt;/strong&gt; que é um curso de uma semana num regime pós laboral, que pretende analisar, com algum detalhe, os principais pontos de interesse do nosso Sitema Solar, desde a nossa estrela, o Sol, ás mais pequenas estruturas como, por exemplo, os asteróides. Este curso foi estruturado de modo a ser acessível ao público em geral, sendo  de particular interesse a professores que desejam aprofundar os seus conhecimentos numa área que cada vez é mais relevante nos programas curriculares.Trata-se de um tema relevante tanto mais que em Agosto deste ano a União Astronómica Internacional decidiu criar uma definição de planeta,  o que alterou de 9 para 8 o número de planetas do Sistema Solar. A mediatização dada ao facto é uma boa prova do interesse geral que esse assunto suscita, sendo neste contexto que a fundação Navegar tem o prazer de organizar este curso dedicado ao Sistema Solar.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Assim, recomendo a todos os interessados.... Este curso realiza-se no &lt;strong&gt;Centro Multimeios em Espinho, de 20 a 24 de Novembro, das 18:00h ás 20:30h....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Quem quiser... já sabe... apareça por lá...&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/34134365-116415023189233456?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/116415023189233456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=116415023189233456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/116415023189233456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/116415023189233456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2006/11/um-novo-sistema-solar.html' title='&quot; Um novo Sistema Solar&quot;...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</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-34134365.post-116376932831553785</id><published>2006-11-17T13:13:00.001Z</published><updated>2006-11-17T13:15:46.320Z</updated><title type='text'>Amar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5358/3757/1600/amarrrrrr.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5358/3757/320/amarrrrrr.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134365-116376932831553785?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/116376932831553785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=116376932831553785' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/116376932831553785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/116376932831553785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2006/11/amar.html' title='Amar...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-116353292666297288</id><published>2006-11-14T18:55:00.001Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:36:03.926Z</updated><title type='text'>Sei-te de cor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5358/3757/1600/tattyteddy81.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5358/3757/320/tattyteddy81.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sei de cor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;cada traço...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;... do teu rosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;... do teu olhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Cada sombra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;da tua voz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;E cada silêncio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;... cada gesto que tu faças.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Meu amor sei te de cor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;... cada capricho teu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;E o que não dizes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;... ou preferes calar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Deixa-me adivinhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;não digas que o louco sou eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;se for tanto melhor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Amor sei-te de cor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Por becos te escondes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sei ao pormenor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;o teu melhor e o pior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sei de ti mais do que queria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Numa palavra diria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sei-te de cor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Paulo Gonzo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134365-116353292666297288?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/116353292666297288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=116353292666297288' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/116353292666297288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/116353292666297288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2006/11/sei-te-de-cor.html' title='Sei-te de cor...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-116335261519214434</id><published>2006-11-12T17:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:31:33.766Z</updated><title type='text'>Procura-se um amigo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5358/3757/1600/bye9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5358/3757/320/bye9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Não precisa ser homem, basta ser humano, basta ter sentimentos, basta ter coração. Precisa saber falar e calar, sobretudo saber ouvir. Tem que gostar de poesia, de madrugada, de pássaro, de sol, da lua, do canto, dos ventos e das canções da brisa. Deve ter amor, um grande amor por alguém, ou então sentir falta de não ter esse amor.. Deve amar o próximo e respeitar a dor que os passantes levam consigo. Deve guardar segredo sem se sacrificar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Não é preciso que seja de primeira mão, nem é imprescindível que seja de segunda mão. Pode já ter sido enganado, pois todos os amigos são enganados. Não é preciso que seja puro, nem que seja todo impuro, mas não deve ser vulgar. Deve ter um ideal e medo de perdê-lo e, no caso de assim não ser, deve sentir o grande vácuo que isso deixa. Tem que ter ressonâncias humanas, seu principal objetivo deve ser o de amigo. Deve sentir pena das pessoa tristes e compreender o imenso vazio dos solitários. Deve gostar de crianças e lastimar as que não puderam nascer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Procura-se um amigo para gostar dos mesmos gostos, que se comova, quando chamado de amigo. Que saiba conversar de coisas simples, de orvalhos, de grandes chuvas e das recordações de infância. Precisa-se de um amigo para não se enlouquecer, para contar o que se viu de belo e triste durante o dia, dos anseios e das realizações, dos sonhos e da realidade. Deve gostar de ruas desertas, de poças de água e de caminhos molhados, de beira de estrada, de mato depois da chuva...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Precisa-se de um amigo que diga que vale a pena viver, não porque a vida é bela, mas porque já se tem um amigo. Precisa-se de um amigo para se parar de chorar. Para não se viver debruçado no passado em busca de memórias perdidas. Que nos bata nos ombros sorrindo ou chorando, mas que nos chame de amigo, para ter-se a consciência de que ainda se vive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Autor desconhecido)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134365-116335261519214434?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/116335261519214434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=116335261519214434' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/116335261519214434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/116335261519214434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2006/11/procura-se-um-amigo.html' title='Procura-se um amigo...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-116335148361717952</id><published>2006-11-12T17:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:11:23.626Z</updated><title type='text'>A Felicidade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5358/3757/1600/aa1.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5358/3757/320/aa1.0.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134365-116335148361717952?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/116335148361717952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=116335148361717952' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/116335148361717952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/116335148361717952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2006/11/felicidade.html' title='A Felicidade...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-116327385091838928</id><published>2006-11-11T19:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:37:46.713Z</updated><title type='text'>A Amizade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5358/3757/1600/Animation21.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5358/3757/320/Animation21.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134365-116327385091838928?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/116327385091838928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=116327385091838928' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/116327385091838928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/116327385091838928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2006/11/amizade.html' title='A Amizade...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-116318169135244540</id><published>2006-11-10T17:56:00.001Z</published><updated>2006-11-10T18:01:31.363Z</updated><title type='text'>Vou-me embalando...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5358/3757/1600/fal2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5358/3757/320/fal2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu falei baixinho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para ninguém ouvir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As palavras foram&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com o vento&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu vou-me embalando&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só pra não sentir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que os segredos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vão ganhando ao tempo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(...)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu chorei baixinho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para não me ouvir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não vá o meu coração saber&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que eu vou-me embalando&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só pra não sentir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A dor que tenho por te não ter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Susana Félix)&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/34134365-116318169135244540?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/116318169135244540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=116318169135244540' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/116318169135244540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/116318169135244540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2006/11/vou-me-embalando.html' title='Vou-me embalando...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-116274977905347378</id><published>2006-11-05T18:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-05T18:02:59.063Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5358/3757/1600/amanhecer_bonito.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5358/3757/320/amanhecer_bonito.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Todos os dias Deus nos dá um momento em que é possível mudar tudo que nos deixa infelizes. O instante mágico é o momento em que um 'sim' ou um 'não' pode mudar toda a nossa existência..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na Margem do Rio Piedra Eu Sentei e Chorei -&lt;/em&gt; Paulo Coelho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34134365-116274977905347378?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/116274977905347378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=116274977905347378' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/116274977905347378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/116274977905347378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2006/11/todos-os-dias-deus-nos-d-um-momento-em.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-116258632571657173</id><published>2006-11-03T20:25:00.001Z</published><updated>2006-11-03T20:38:45.730Z</updated><title type='text'>Não queiras saber de mim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5358/3757/1600/luar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5358/3757/320/luar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Não queiras saber de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esta noite não estou cá&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando a tristeza bate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Pior do que eu não há&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fico fora de combate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como se chegasse ao fim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fico abaixo do tapete&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Afundado no serrim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não queiras saber de mim &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque eu estou que não me entendo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dança tu que eu fico assim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje não me recomendo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Voas até ao topo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E fumas do meu cigarro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E bebes do meu copo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas nem isso faz sentido&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só agrava o meu estado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quanto mais brilha a tua luz &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mais eu fico apagada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amanhã eu sei já passa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas agora estou assim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje perdi toda a graça&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não queiras saber de mim &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dança tu que eu fico assim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque eu estou que não me entendo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não queiras saber de mim &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje não me recomendo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;(Carlos Tê)&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/34134365-116258632571657173?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/116258632571657173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=116258632571657173' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/116258632571657173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/116258632571657173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2006/11/no-queiras-saber-de-mim.html' title='Não queiras saber de mim...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-116214743701401902</id><published>2006-10-29T18:35:00.001Z</published><updated>2006-10-29T18:43:57.023Z</updated><title type='text'>Diz o mestre..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5358/3757/1600/1158064662_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5358/3757/320/1158064662_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daqui por diante - e por algumas centenas de anos - o universo vai boicotar os preconceitos .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A energia da terra precisa ser renovada, as ideias novas precisam de espaço. O corpo e alma precisam de novos desafios. O futuro bate à nossa porta, e todas as ideias - excepto as que envolvem preconceitos - terão chance de aparecer. O que for importante, ficará; o que for inútil, desaparecerá. Mas que cada um julgue apenas as próprias conquistas: não somos juizes dos sonhos de nosso próximo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para ter fé em nosso caminho, não é preciso provar que o caminho do outro está errado. Quem age assim, não confia nos próprios passos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paulo Coelho - Maktub&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/34134365-116214743701401902?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/116214743701401902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=116214743701401902' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/116214743701401902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/116214743701401902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2006/10/diz-o-mestre.html' title='Diz o mestre..'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34134365.post-116181017495849916</id><published>2006-10-25T21:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T11:50:41.900+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5358/3757/1600/cora??ao.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="129" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5358/3757/320/cora%3F%3Fao.0.jpg" width="143" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; "Existem momentos em que gostaríamos muito de ajudar determinada pessoa, mas não podemos fazer nada. Ou as circunstâncias não permitem que nos aproximemos ou a pessoa está fechada para qualquer gesto de solariedade e apoio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Então, nos resta o amor. Nos momentos em que tudo o mais é inútil, ainda podemos amar - sem esperar recompensas, mudanças, agradecimentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Se conseguirmos agir dessa maneira, a energia do amor começa a transformar o universo a nossa volta. Quando essa energia aparece, sempre consegue realizar o seu trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"O tempo não transforma o homem. O poder da vontade não transforma o homem. O amor transforma", diz Henry Drummond."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paulo Coelho - Caderno de Anotações II&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/34134365-116181017495849916?l=entardecer77.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/feeds/116181017495849916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34134365&amp;postID=116181017495849916' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/116181017495849916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34134365/posts/default/116181017495849916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entardecer77.blogspot.com/2006/10/o-amor.html' title='O Amor'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14011521967914930025</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>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
