<?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-19211526</id><updated>2011-07-30T23:03:17.231+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Melhor de Nós</title><subtitle type='html'>No caminho da felicidade IV</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>José 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type='text'>Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Qmcf2zJPZs&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Qmcf2zJPZs&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19211526-5075453666141301474?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/5075453666141301474/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19211526&amp;postID=5075453666141301474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/5075453666141301474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/5075453666141301474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/2010/06/light.html' title='Light'/><author><name>José ManueL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131160659464127267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' 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Ou o que ainda se vai fazendo por aí</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BAiSGOaE5U8&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BAiSGOaE5U8&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19211526-4222762319104780620?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/4222762319104780620/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19211526&amp;postID=4222762319104780620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/4222762319104780620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/4222762319104780620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/2010/05/recordar-e-viver-ou-o-que-ainda-se-vai.html' title='Recordar é viver... 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/2301651450209781869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/2010/05/mais-brilho-hoje.html' title='Mais brilho... hoje'/><author><name>José ManueL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131160659464127267</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-19211526.post-7290756018313590535</id><published>2010-05-24T20:36:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T20:36:44.282+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sempre actual</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uZVxjH04aIY&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uZVxjH04aIY&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19211526-7290756018313590535?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/7290756018313590535/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19211526&amp;postID=7290756018313590535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/7290756018313590535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/7290756018313590535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/2010/05/sempre-actual.html' title='Sempre actual'/><author><name>José ManueL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131160659464127267</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-19211526.post-45613832551452558</id><published>2010-04-19T17:23:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T11:59:11.033+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Não desistas de mim</title><content type='html'>PARA OUVIR BEM ALTO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cCmPTycwTQk&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cCmPTycwTQk&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A porta fechou-se contigo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Levaste na noite o meu chão,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E agora neste quarto vazio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não sei que outras sombras virão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E alguém ao longe me diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Há um perfume que ficou na escada,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E na TV o teu canal está aberto,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desenhos de corpos na cama fechada,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;São um mapa de um passado deserto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sei que houve um tempo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em que tu e eu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fomos dois pássaros loucos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Voámos pelas ruas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que fizemos céu,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somos a pele um do outro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não desistas de mim,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não te percas agora,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não desistas de mim&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;A noite ainda demora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ainda sei de cor o teu ventre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E o vestido rasgado de encanto,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A luz da manhã,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O teu corpo por dentro,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E a pele na pele de quem se quer tanto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não tenho mais segredos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Escondi-me nos teus dedos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somos metades iguais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas hoje,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só hoje,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leva-me para onde vais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que eu quero é dizer-te:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não desistas de mim,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não te percas agora,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não desistas de mim&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;A noite ainda demora&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19211526-45613832551452558?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/45613832551452558/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19211526&amp;postID=45613832551452558&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/45613832551452558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/45613832551452558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/2010/04/nao-desistas-de-mim.html' title='Não desistas de mim'/><author><name>José ManueL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131160659464127267</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-19211526.post-3416618649100720516</id><published>2010-04-08T15:34:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T15:36:32.073+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rato novo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Pois é, nem tudo é mau. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GWDd5j56bjA/S73p3tVmzsI/AAAAAAAAABM/hLRJQKjKnnE/s1600/genius%2520netscroll%2520t220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 377px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457775466715205314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GWDd5j56bjA/S73p3tVmzsI/AAAAAAAAABM/hLRJQKjKnnE/s400/genius%2520netscroll%2520t220.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arranjaram-me um rato novinho com scroll óptico.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Confesso que ainda me estou a adaptar ao bichinho, mas até agora tem corrido bem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GWDd5j56bjA/S73p3tVmzsI/AAAAAAAAABM/hLRJQKjKnnE/s1600/genius%2520netscroll%2520t220.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19211526-3416618649100720516?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/3416618649100720516/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19211526&amp;postID=3416618649100720516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/3416618649100720516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/3416618649100720516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/2010/04/rato-novo.html' title='Rato novo'/><author><name>José ManueL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131160659464127267</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/_GWDd5j56bjA/S73p3tVmzsI/AAAAAAAAABM/hLRJQKjKnnE/s72-c/genius%2520netscroll%2520t220.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19211526.post-4093644686767965603</id><published>2010-04-01T15:20:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T15:24:55.906+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Merecidas Férias</title><content type='html'>No final da tarde, começa um período de descanso um pouco maior que na maioria dos fins-de-semana. Este para variar está devidamente programado, com descanso (muito), passeio, grandes paisagens e boa comida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na Terça-Feira estaremos de regresso ao trabalho, mais levezinhos, com a moral muito mais em alta e ainda mais apaixonados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falta pouco para as 6.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19211526-4093644686767965603?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/4093644686767965603/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19211526&amp;postID=4093644686767965603&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/4093644686767965603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/4093644686767965603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/2010/04/merecidas-ferias.html' title='Merecidas Férias'/><author><name>José ManueL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131160659464127267</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-19211526.post-5673099303363668927</id><published>2010-03-29T23:54:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T23:59:23.770+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Boboleta faz AnoS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GWDd5j56bjA/S7EwehOqvfI/AAAAAAAAABE/k7b2PuBJMNI/s1600/borboleta-dourada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GWDd5j56bjA/S7EwehOqvfI/AAAAAAAAABE/k7b2PuBJMNI/s400/borboleta-dourada.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454193924596481522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Querida BoboletA,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estás mais velhinha,&lt;br /&gt;Mas cada vez mais linda&lt;br /&gt;Aturas-me tudo&lt;br /&gt;Nem sempre sou o melhor&lt;br /&gt;Nem sempre faço o melhor&lt;br /&gt;Mas quero sempre...&lt;br /&gt;O melhor&lt;br /&gt;De ti, para ti,&lt;br /&gt;De nós...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazes mais um aninho...&lt;br /&gt;Continuas um anjinho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PnLMFS5-i-o&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PnLMFS5-i-o&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ÉS O MEU TUDO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19211526-5673099303363668927?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/5673099303363668927/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19211526&amp;postID=5673099303363668927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/5673099303363668927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/5673099303363668927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/2010/03/boboleta-faz-anos.html' title='A Boboleta faz AnoS'/><author><name>José ManueL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131160659464127267</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/_GWDd5j56bjA/S7EwehOqvfI/AAAAAAAAABE/k7b2PuBJMNI/s72-c/borboleta-dourada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19211526.post-3214069816006735960</id><published>2010-03-02T22:59:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-03-02T23:00:34.200Z</updated><title type='text'>Agora sim, penteadinhos e bem vestidos</title><content type='html'>Olha se não é o Sr. Fernando Martins e os seus fieis escudeiros...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w6c40muK410&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w6c40muK410&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19211526-3214069816006735960?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/3214069816006735960/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19211526&amp;postID=3214069816006735960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/3214069816006735960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/3214069816006735960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/2010/03/agora-sim-penteadinhos-e-bem-vestidos.html' title='Agora sim, penteadinhos e bem vestidos'/><author><name>José ManueL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131160659464127267</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-19211526.post-2341940603607365276</id><published>2010-03-02T22:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-02T22:36:43.476Z</updated><title type='text'>A  Noite</title><content type='html'>Uma das melhores de sempre... Foi a muito muito tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sUdlY1lA5qY&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sUdlY1lA5qY&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19211526-2341940603607365276?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/2341940603607365276/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19211526&amp;postID=2341940603607365276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/2341940603607365276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/2341940603607365276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/2010/03/noite.html' title='A  Noite'/><author><name>José ManueL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131160659464127267</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-19211526.post-725913258283930352</id><published>2010-02-28T19:15:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-03-29T14:47:12.039+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Não resisti</title><content type='html'>Engraçado como de repente me lembrei de um certo Tomás ao ver isto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="340"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T35bXY73vB4&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GWDd5j56bjA/S4rIPidv6HI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Uo7WTMfyfpg/s1600-h/Nova+imagem.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 321px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443383268905838706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GWDd5j56bjA/S4rIPidv6HI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Uo7WTMfyfpg/s400/Nova+imagem.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19211526-725913258283930352?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/725913258283930352/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19211526&amp;postID=725913258283930352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/725913258283930352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/725913258283930352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/2010/02/nao-resisti.html' title='Não resisti'/><author><name>José ManueL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131160659464127267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GWDd5j56bjA/S4rIPidv6HI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Uo7WTMfyfpg/s72-c/Nova+imagem.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19211526.post-1570969444478379354</id><published>2010-02-25T23:36:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-25T23:57:58.806Z</updated><title type='text'>Cada vez com menos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Final de Quinta-Feira. Quase uma semana passada. Mais uma, sem stress, o trabalho não permite nada disso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sento-me e procuro um pouco mais do que ficará para a história de Aguardela graças ao Youtube. Encontro mais uns videos que podem ser vistos aqui ao lado e pergunto-me... O que evoluiu a música em Portugal para melhor nestes ultimos vinte anos? Pouco, muito pouco menos. O João seria hoje um dos melhores da nossa praça, só igualado pelos do tempo dele. É pena, fica a alegria contagiante que me invade ao ver qualquer um dos seus videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graças ao meu entusiasmante trabalho, já tenho o BlueBelT a funcionar na perfeição. Já tem tudo o que preciso e ainda me vai sobrando tempo para arranjar mais umas aplicações engraçadas e às vezes bastantes uteis (a que ensina a fazer nós de gravata é formidável).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;José &amp;amp; BoboletA @MelhoR de NóS URGENTE!!&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/19211526-1570969444478379354?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/1570969444478379354/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19211526&amp;postID=1570969444478379354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/1570969444478379354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/1570969444478379354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/2010/02/cada-vez-com-menos.html' title='Cada vez com menos'/><author><name>José ManueL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131160659464127267</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-19211526.post-2224420794578858546</id><published>2010-02-19T11:56:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-19T12:18:53.189Z</updated><title type='text'>Mais uma Sexta, Sexta-Feira</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Este dia costuma ser interessante. Quando acordo de manhã, lembro-me sempre que ao final da tarde a semana acaba e os dois dias seguintes são para dedicar a tudo menos a trabalho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoje porém o dia começou melhor. Quando estava a fazer os primeiros metros de condução o telefone tocou e do lado de lá ouvi a melhor voz do mundo, era a Boboleta, adoro a voz dela pela manhã (aliás adoro-a a toda a hora, mas de manhã é especialmente fofinha); conversámos um bocadinho e segui para o trabalho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoje nem apanhei grande trânsito mas confesso que ando a ficar um bocado farto da estrada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Aliás, farto da estrada, farto do trabalho que tenho, farto do frio desta cidade. Espero que com a Primavera a minha disposição vá melhorando assim como o tempo e o trabalho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas como é este trabalho que me permite comprar comida, pelo menos até ao fim do ano por cá estarei e depois logo se analisam as alternativas viáveis para prosseguir a carreira de engenhocas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Já se almoçava... felizmente é quase meio dia e meio!!!&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/19211526-2224420794578858546?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/2224420794578858546/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19211526&amp;postID=2224420794578858546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/2224420794578858546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/2224420794578858546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/2010/02/mais-uma-sexta-sexta-feira.html' title='Mais uma Sexta, Sexta-Feira'/><author><name>José ManueL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131160659464127267</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-19211526.post-4021410514045026626</id><published>2010-02-14T09:42:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-14T09:55:23.839Z</updated><title type='text'>Catorze, 14, XIV de Fevereiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A Boboleta acabou de acordar. É giro quando ela sai da cama toda papuda e com os olhinhos ainda meio fechados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é mais uma vez o nosso dia. Diferente, de todos. Vamos carregar caixas e mandá-la para a casa nova (velha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GWDd5j56bjA/S3fISGjk7LI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TUdkPsFnD6Q/s1600-h/rose_02_bg_040106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GWDd5j56bjA/S3fISGjk7LI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TUdkPsFnD6Q/s400/rose_02_bg_040106.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438035288396197042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fica uma rosa... e um beijo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19211526-4021410514045026626?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/4021410514045026626/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19211526&amp;postID=4021410514045026626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/4021410514045026626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/4021410514045026626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/2010/02/catorze-14-xiv-de-fevereiro.html' title='Catorze, 14, XIV de Fevereiro'/><author><name>José ManueL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131160659464127267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GWDd5j56bjA/S3fISGjk7LI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TUdkPsFnD6Q/s72-c/rose_02_bg_040106.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19211526.post-1433704785171286624</id><published>2010-02-12T17:37:00.007Z</published><updated>2010-02-19T12:20:53.041Z</updated><title type='text'>Está a ficar melhor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GWDd5j56bjA/S3WSVWdF24I/AAAAAAAAAAc/EmRiz7h_S5w/s1600-h/frango.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 220px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437413020622248834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GWDd5j56bjA/S3WSVWdF24I/AAAAAAAAAAc/EmRiz7h_S5w/s400/frango.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pois é... máscara para o Carnaval ainda não tenho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas já tenho ementa para o jantar do Dia dos Namorados. E, associada a esta fantástica ementa eis que surge uma lista de compras a fazer, onde se incluem este tipo de coisas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resta agora aguardar a inspiração certa para ir ao supermercado e tratar de tudo.&lt;br /&gt;Não é que alguma vez tenha dado uma extrema importância a datas especiais, provavelmente nunca a darei, mas este ano esta data é só um pretexto, porque na realidade sinto que necessitamos de um momento muito especial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escolhi fazer-te feliz para sempre... Para estarmos sempre no MelhoR de NÓS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19211526-1433704785171286624?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/1433704785171286624/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19211526&amp;postID=1433704785171286624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/1433704785171286624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/1433704785171286624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/2010/02/esta-ficar-melhor.html' title='Está a ficar melhor...'/><author><name>José ManueL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131160659464127267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GWDd5j56bjA/S3WSVWdF24I/AAAAAAAAAAc/EmRiz7h_S5w/s72-c/frango.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19211526.post-3230613546763632193</id><published>2010-02-12T11:07:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-19T12:21:08.788Z</updated><title type='text'>Algumas questões</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Estou com alguns problemas. Para não variar está um frio que não devia ser permitido a ninguém sair de casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É Carnaval e ainda não tenho máscara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É quase Dia de S. Valentim e ainda não decidi a ementa para o jantar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de soluções urgentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... e ainda preciso de um sacana de um alarme em condições para o Bluebelt. Sinceramente, às vezes a Microsoft impressiona-me, tanta coisa bonita no WMobile e não foram capazes de fazer uma coisa tão simples como um alarme simples e funcional. Todos sabemos que quando estamos no nosso soninho e o alarme toca, a primeira e unica reacção é deitar a mão ao bichinho carregar em qualquer tecla e fazê-lo parar; mas no WMobile corre-se o risco de carregar numa opção que diz dispensar e lá se vai o alarme, a reunião, a chegada a horas ao trabalho e coisas afins. Se por acaso não carregarmos nessa carregamos noutra qualquer que desliga aquilo e depois torna a ligar passados 30 segundos (como se isso fosse tempo suficiente para começar a acordar). A opção "repeat" de facto existe mas é preciso acordar e calmamente navegar pelo menu e dizer-lhe para repetir o alarme dali a um determinado tempo; se alguém conseguir isso sem realmente acordar é fantástico porque quem o conseguir fazer é porque realmente já acordou e sendo assim não precisa de mais alarmes para nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi o que aconteceu hoje... e cheguei cedo demais ao trabalho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19211526-3230613546763632193?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/3230613546763632193/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19211526&amp;postID=3230613546763632193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/3230613546763632193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/3230613546763632193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/2010/02/algumas-questoes.html' title='Algumas questões'/><author><name>José ManueL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131160659464127267</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-19211526.post-4959651005142317883</id><published>2010-02-10T16:47:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-19T12:21:25.373Z</updated><title type='text'>Futebol, futebol, futebollll</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Antes de mais, dizer que sou benfiquista, não doente, simplesmente benfiquista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobre o jogo de ontem só uma nota. O Jóão Pereira, jogador que muito admirei enquanto esteve no Benfica tem de resolver as paragens cerebrais que tanto já prejudicaram as equipas que representou sob o risco de ser para sempre o lateral direito com mais potencial de Portugal mas nunca vir a ser um jogador de eleição.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobre tuneis, secretarias e coisas afins só vale a pena dizer que será campeã a equipa que melhor e mais regular futebol praticar ao longo do ano e até agora é evidente quais são: FCP, melhor agora mas muito irregular até Janeiro; SCB, sempre com a mesma dinamica e consistencia é o melhor até agora e merece estar primeiro; SLB falta alguma força psicológica para dar a volta a situações menos boas e só por isso não é o melhor nem está em primeiro.&lt;br /&gt;Campeonato do tunel e da Comissão Disciplinar: NÃO DÁ PONTOS e só permite a senhores como RUI MOREIRA e JOSÉ GUILHERME AGUIAR desviarem a toda hora as atenções da melhor carreira do SLB e SCB em relação ao FCP. Ah, já agora, pouco menos que lamentável os foguetes de MIGUEL SOUSA TAVARES (outro que julga que o seu FCP está a ser tramado por toda a gente) na direcção de JOSÉ DIOGO QUINTELA. Interessante que essa triste troca de escritas em colunas de opinião começa com uma brncadeira que pouco tempo depois se vê que era bem real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De acordo que as escutas não são para ser divulgadas, mas é interessante como num dia um Sr. Presidente diz que pode dar lições de moral a todo o mundo e no dia seguinte repara-se que se calhar não é bem assim... Interessante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Futebol, futebol, daquele que dá pontos... no fim de semana há mais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19211526-4959651005142317883?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/4959651005142317883/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19211526&amp;postID=4959651005142317883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/4959651005142317883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/4959651005142317883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/2010/02/futebol-futebol-futebollll.html' title='Futebol, futebol, futebollll'/><author><name>José ManueL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131160659464127267</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-19211526.post-5517615099228972343</id><published>2010-02-10T15:54:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-02-19T12:22:10.825Z</updated><title type='text'>Novo Ano</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Começou um novo ano (não que tenha começado agora, mas só agora é certo abordar o que ele traz de novo).&lt;br /&gt;No final do ano anterior surgiram algumas novidades acerca daquilo que se ia desenhar em 2010.&lt;br /&gt;Ali a Boboleta finalmente vai começar a trabalhar no que sempre quis. Aqui o José conseguiu chegar finalmente a uma Empresa de dimensão comsiderável.&lt;br /&gt;Felizes? Claro que sim! Afinal estes acontecimentos podem ser o esboço de um grande projecto (ainda se escreve assim? não que seja importante já que para mim o português nunca será brasileiro façam as leis que fizerem) em comum.&lt;br /&gt;Falemos então da tal Empresa de dimensão considerável e nome sugestivo onde se abriu uma porta para mim. Deixo-vos o logotipo e a promessa de não tecer qualquer tipo de consideração ao nome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GWDd5j56bjA/S3Lht72cq7I/AAAAAAAAAAU/OhEYAQK5hr8/s1600-h/Logotipo_mini.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 192px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 59px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436655879466036146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GWDd5j56bjA/S3Lht72cq7I/AAAAAAAAAAU/OhEYAQK5hr8/s400/Logotipo_mini.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro de tudo, impressionante, nas instalações, nos serviços, no acolhimento, em tudo. Os primeiros dias foram de formação em algumas matérias pertinentes (sim aqui gasta-se dinheiro com a formação dos trabalhadores!!! Talvez os senhores ex-donos de certas empresas que fecharam nos ultimos tempos pensem agora um bocadinho nisto) para uma melhor adaptação ao modelo de funcionamento da empresa. Pois, apanhei algumas grandes secas mas no final foi claramente positivo e uma mais-valia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eis que, após as formações iniciais (os senhores ex-donos de empresas falidas devem mesmo pensar nisto antes de voltarem a fazer estragos), começou o trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;Para quem não sabe, sou Engenheiro Civil (sim, daqueles com curso em Universidade sem ser a Independente, por acaso é da UBI, com experiência profissional e com um cartão da OE) e fui contratado para integrar o virtuoso departamento de orçamentação da Empresa. Contratado, salvo seja, pois apenas tive direito a um estágio INOV JOVEM (estágio??? Mas eu não tinha já experiência profissional e uma Cédula Profissional da OE o que pressopõe não ser propriamente um estagiário??) que me permite andar por aqui um ano a aprender com os "grandes".&lt;br /&gt;Mas voltando ao trabalho, comecei por ser o medidor de serviço dos projectos das Obras a que iriamos concorrer. Interessante, pensei eu, nunca tinha tido possibilidades de fazer tal coisa e era uma oportunidade de ganhar algumas rotinas (longe do pó das Obras). O tempo foi passando e hoje associado ao que já fazia, revejo todo o Projecto para a posterior elaboração da Lista de erros e Omissões, interessante, penso eu, mas só até certo ponto.&lt;br /&gt;Senão vejamos, neste momento a grande vantagem deste emprego é andar longe do pó das Obras o que é importantissimo porque a ali a Boboleta detesta pensar sequer que eu vou chegar a casa cheio de pó (ela anda felicissima). Por outro lado já concluí algumas coisas importantes: Não vou fazer mais do que isto (tocar nos orçamentos e tal e aquelas coisas giras de elaborar propostas nem pensar); e pior, às vezes lembro-me de certas coisas que me obrigava a mim próprio a fazer quando noutras paragens liderava pessoas (e bem) e vejo que nem toda a gente tem essa capacidade nos genes... mas enfim... é o que temos. Até Desembro cá estarei. Até porque não me posso esquecer do que disse no inicio, cheguei finalmente a uma empresa de média dimensão e isso permite aprender umas coisas sobre funcionamento, gestão e modelo organizacional de uma empresa destas, o que no fim do ano se vai revelar uma mais valia, se tiver de aplicar estes conhecimentos numa daquelas empresas mais pequenas com grande potencial mas que lhe falta um bocadinho assim (e têm de ser abertas a novas ideias, bem diferentes de algumas que têm fechado)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resumindo e concluindo, toda a gente deve passar por este tipo de empresas, mas é muito mais agradável trabalhar nas pequenas. De salientar que graças a este processo de apuramento de conhecimentos ainda não é 2010 o ano do casamento (com calma lá chegarei, pelo menos noiva já tenho)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reparo agora que parece que o Abrunhosa tem um novo single (não vale a pena bater mais no "ceguinho" por causa da derrapagem no Ídolos) e está a entrar a alta rotação, pois hoje já ouvi a musica na Antena3 10 vezes e ainda só são 16:30, mais duas ou três vezes e sei a musica de cor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entretanto tenho aqui um bombom de coco para comer, parece-me ser permitido fazê-lo pela minha dermatite hepertiforme... por isso...ponto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isto é o Melhor de Nós&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19211526-5517615099228972343?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GWDd5j56bjA/S3Lht72cq7I/AAAAAAAAAAU/OhEYAQK5hr8/s72-c/Logotipo_mini.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19211526.post-1181640529028796511</id><published>2009-04-16T21:42:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T21:55:03.407+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Falcão</title><content type='html'>Bastas planícies de desespero&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que te perdeste por lá&lt;br /&gt;Olha o Falcão pairando no alto&lt;br /&gt;Tu segue a flecha do seu olhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por tudo o que eu fiz&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo voltar atrás&lt;br /&gt;Por tudo o que eu quis&lt;br /&gt;Desesperado sigo em solidão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um fumo branco sobe no ar&lt;br /&gt;Vem da cidade que nunca dorme&lt;br /&gt;Acho que eu já fui como tu&lt;br /&gt;Um puto inquieto e cheio de fome&lt;br /&gt;As pedras soltas escondem o caminho&lt;br /&gt;Nada parece ser o que é&lt;br /&gt;Também eu ja me perdi sozinho&lt;br /&gt;Olhos fechados e nenhuma fé&lt;br /&gt;Olhos fechados e nenhuma fé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por tudo o que eu fiz&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo voltar atrás&lt;br /&gt;Por tudo o que eu quis&lt;br /&gt;Desesperado sigo em solidão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bastas planícies de desespero&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que me arrancaste dali&lt;br /&gt;As tuas penas foram os meus braços&lt;br /&gt;Tu foste a luz que eu descobri&lt;br /&gt;TU ÉS A LUZ QUE EU HEI-DE SEGUIR&lt;br /&gt;Por tudo o que eu fiz&lt;br /&gt;Sei que não posso voltar atrás&lt;br /&gt;Por tudo o que eu não quis&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo ao teu lado sigo em solidão&lt;br /&gt;Em solidão...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19211526-1181640529028796511?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/1181640529028796511/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19211526&amp;postID=1181640529028796511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/1181640529028796511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/1181640529028796511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/2009/04/falcao.html' title='Falcão'/><author><name>José ManueL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131160659464127267</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-19211526.post-2147837038799786546</id><published>2009-02-05T01:56:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-05T02:11:01.259Z</updated><title type='text'>De Volta....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Só para dizer que te amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Que não te escrevo há muito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não me lês há imenso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas todos os dias o digo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O penso.....o grito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Amo-te mais do que te amava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mais do que dizia amar-te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quando comecei a escrever-te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Agora que voltei....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Escrevo com todas as forças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Que o imenso amor que sinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Faz-me perder a lucidez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Para quantificar o sentimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Que me invade quando penso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Em TI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Espero que leias o que sinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Para que possa dizer-te ao ouvido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Que por maior que seja o amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Que julgas que sinto por TI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Esse é um pequeno ponto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Na imensidão de Amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Que tenho para te dar no princípio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E para o inesgotável fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;@Prinxesa Boboleta&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/19211526-2147837038799786546?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idAa3oo30LA/TJes1TSck1I/AAAAAAAAAhs/jB8sgx4L9sk/S220/zzve-city-girl-vector-graphics.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19211526.post-6232232460296703083</id><published>2007-04-17T14:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T14:45:51.408+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pacto</title><content type='html'>No topo da montanha&lt;br /&gt;Onde selou o contrato&lt;br /&gt;Felicidade suprema&lt;br /&gt;Uma corda estendida&lt;br /&gt;Uma promessa proferida&lt;br /&gt;A escalada e íngreme&lt;br /&gt;O esforço e vão&lt;br /&gt;Lança foguetes&lt;br /&gt;Numa força desmedida&lt;br /&gt;E no sorriso que emites&lt;br /&gt;Pelo momento&lt;br /&gt;Lá está...&lt;br /&gt;Sem corda&lt;br /&gt;Sem esforço&lt;br /&gt;Sem escalada&lt;br /&gt;Só porque sim..&lt;br /&gt;Tu és feliz meu amigo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;@ngel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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ManueL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131160659464127267</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-19211526.post-2118473842661756540</id><published>2007-03-11T10:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-11T10:59:35.386Z</updated><title type='text'>Vicio de Ti</title><content type='html'>Começa o dia... Sorrio...&lt;br /&gt;Penso em ti... Recordo...&lt;br /&gt;O teu toque... Sinto...&lt;br /&gt;O teu beijo... Espero...&lt;br /&gt;Os teus olhos... Novamente...&lt;br /&gt;Nos meus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O vício de ti... Faz-me viver&lt;br /&gt;Crescer e ser...&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez melhor...&lt;br /&gt;Faz-me... Feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mãos cruzam-se...&lt;br /&gt;Os dedos também... E...&lt;br /&gt;Erguem-se bem alto...&lt;br /&gt;No topo da montanha...&lt;br /&gt;Para gritarmos bem alto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nós é que SOMOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;@José ManueL&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/19211526-2118473842661756540?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/2118473842661756540/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19211526&amp;postID=2118473842661756540&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/2118473842661756540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/2118473842661756540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/2007/03/vicio-de-ti.html' title='Vicio de Ti'/><author><name>José ManueL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131160659464127267</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-19211526.post-116448512530936706</id><published>2006-11-25T19:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-10T12:49:00.927Z</updated><title type='text'>O teu Dia...</title><content type='html'>Hoje é um dia em que te vou dar...&lt;br /&gt;Uma grande prenda...&lt;br /&gt;Uma prenda que não necessita embrulho&lt;br /&gt;Hoje que é o teu dia...quero...preciso&lt;br /&gt;Dar-te muito muito amor&lt;br /&gt;Um amor que nunca vai acabar&lt;br /&gt;Nem hoje&lt;br /&gt;Nem amanhã&lt;br /&gt;Porque.... Te admiro demasiado&lt;br /&gt;Te quero demasiado&lt;br /&gt;Te amo demasiado&lt;br /&gt;Por isso....o amor que te vou dar hoje&lt;br /&gt;Será o amor que te irei dar sempre&lt;br /&gt;Apenas será sempre maior&lt;br /&gt;Muitos Parabéns meu anjo...&lt;br /&gt;Tu mereces o melhor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;@Prinxesa Boboleta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19211526-116448512530936706?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/116448512530936706/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19211526&amp;postID=116448512530936706&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/116448512530936706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/116448512530936706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/2006/11/o-teu-dia.html' title='O teu Dia...'/><author><name>Butterfly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idAa3oo30LA/TJes1TSck1I/AAAAAAAAAhs/jB8sgx4L9sk/S220/zzve-city-girl-vector-graphics.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19211526.post-116407070097659183</id><published>2006-11-21T00:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-21T00:58:21.003Z</updated><title type='text'>Fizémos o tempo voar...</title><content type='html'>Um mês passou...&lt;br /&gt;Passou a correr&lt;br /&gt;Vivemos a 200 à hora&lt;br /&gt;Mas não esquecemos nenhum segundo&lt;br /&gt;Porque todos foram demasiado importantes...&lt;br /&gt;E únicos...&lt;br /&gt;Em resumo...em 30 dias...&lt;br /&gt;Surgiu a curiosidade&lt;br /&gt;Nasceu a Paixão&lt;br /&gt;Cresceu para Amor&lt;br /&gt;E encontrámo-nos num sonho...&lt;br /&gt;Que...embora demasiado bom...&lt;br /&gt;Sim...é real...como a Felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Que sinto&lt;br /&gt;E que vou lutar para manter&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te.....demasiado....e sou feliz graças a ti&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada por seres assim...&lt;br /&gt;E por seres igual a mim&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu e tu somos iguais!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;@Prinxesa Boboleta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19211526-116407070097659183?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/116407070097659183/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19211526&amp;postID=116407070097659183&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/116407070097659183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/116407070097659183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/2006/11/fizmos-o-tempo-voar.html' title='Fizémos o tempo voar...'/><author><name>Butterfly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idAa3oo30LA/TJes1TSck1I/AAAAAAAAAhs/jB8sgx4L9sk/S220/zzve-city-girl-vector-graphics.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19211526.post-116353539097697803</id><published>2006-11-14T20:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:31:44.360Z</updated><title type='text'>Sempre a crescer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Passaram segundos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Passaram minutos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Passaram horas e dias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Passou já tanto tempo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Muita coisa passou...mas passou apenas no relógio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As memórias mantêm-se inabaláveis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Como se tudo tivesse acontecido ontem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ou mesmo hoje&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cada dia aparece como se não existisse passado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cada beijo acontece como se fosse o primeiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Os dias, horas, minutos e segundos contigo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;São os melhores que alguma vez vivi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Porque apareceste para me acordar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E para me fazeres sonhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Todos os dias e todas as noites...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Só contigo...porque és tu &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Que quero para sempre...comigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;@Prinxesa Boboleta&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/19211526-116353539097697803?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/116353539097697803/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19211526&amp;postID=116353539097697803&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/116353539097697803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/116353539097697803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/2006/11/sempre-crescer.html' title='Sempre a crescer...'/><author><name>Butterfly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idAa3oo30LA/TJes1TSck1I/AAAAAAAAAhs/jB8sgx4L9sk/S220/zzve-city-girl-vector-graphics.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19211526.post-116337809911159037</id><published>2006-11-13T00:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:36:41.590Z</updated><title type='text'>Tu sabes o que Sinto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post-body"&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;Tu não sabes o quanto te quero&lt;br /&gt;Tu não sabes o  quanto te adoro&lt;br /&gt;Tu não sabes o quanto te amo&lt;br /&gt;Tu não sabes que palavras  vais usar&lt;br /&gt;Quando te disser que...&lt;br /&gt;Quero ficar contigo para...&lt;br /&gt;O resto  da minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Que te quero ao meu lado...&lt;br /&gt;Para me apertares a mão todos os  dias&lt;br /&gt;Como se nunca a largasses&lt;br /&gt;Tu não sabes..&lt;br /&gt;Ou sabes.. Que és o meu  amor&lt;br /&gt;A minha paixão&lt;br /&gt;O meu tudo&lt;br /&gt;Que este desabafo embora pouco  original&lt;br /&gt;É mais uma maneira de te dizer&lt;br /&gt;Que te amo&lt;br /&gt;Acima de qualquer  coisa&lt;br /&gt;Pois tu és...&lt;br /&gt;O meu bem mais precioso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;@Prinxesa  Boboleta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&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/19211526-116337809911159037?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/116337809911159037/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19211526&amp;postID=116337809911159037&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/116337809911159037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/116337809911159037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/2006/11/tu-sabes-o-que-sinto.html' title='Tu sabes o que Sinto'/><author><name>Butterfly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idAa3oo30LA/TJes1TSck1I/AAAAAAAAAhs/jB8sgx4L9sk/S220/zzve-city-girl-vector-graphics.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19211526.post-116298802045692450</id><published>2006-11-08T12:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-08T12:13:40.490Z</updated><title type='text'>Um beijo... Um segundo... És parte de mim....</title><content type='html'>Encontro-te numa rua apertada...&lt;br /&gt;Um lugar de veneno&lt;br /&gt;Onde finalmente...&lt;br /&gt;Alimento o meu vício de TI&lt;br /&gt;Unem-se as mãos...&lt;br /&gt;E os corpos também&lt;br /&gt;Um sem o outro...&lt;br /&gt;Já não somos ninguém...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixo-te em mais beijo...&lt;br /&gt;Sinto rapidamente a tua falta&lt;br /&gt;As saudades começam a crescer&lt;br /&gt;Só penso em TI...&lt;br /&gt;E num instante...&lt;br /&gt;Ouço a tua voz...&lt;br /&gt;Rapidamente levito nas  tuas palavras&lt;br /&gt;E sim, sou feliz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acordo contigo...&lt;br /&gt;Num beijo terno e carinhoso&lt;br /&gt;E logo ali...&lt;br /&gt;O SoL brilha na minha alma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais um beijo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais um segundo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ÉS PARTE DE MIM!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;@José ManueL&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/19211526-116298802045692450?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/116298802045692450/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19211526&amp;postID=116298802045692450&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/116298802045692450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/116298802045692450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/2006/11/um-beijo-um-segundo-s-parte-de-mim.html' title='Um beijo... Um segundo... És parte de mim....'/><author><name>José ManueL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131160659464127267</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-19211526.post-116224810963124530</id><published>2006-10-30T20:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-30T23:12:33.826Z</updated><title type='text'>A 200 à hora</title><content type='html'>A chuva cai&lt;br /&gt;Ainda estou a tremer&lt;br /&gt;O cheiro do teu corpo não sai do meu&lt;br /&gt;Apareceste na minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Num beijo de cortar a respiração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acordo a cheirar a ti&lt;br /&gt;Desejo trazê-lo sempre comigo&lt;br /&gt;Em todas as noites fantásticas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As horas passaram&lt;br /&gt;A cama foi esquecida&lt;br /&gt;E ainda bem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desejo ser feliz contigo&lt;br /&gt;Desejo fazer-te feliz...&lt;br /&gt;Porque nós merecemos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sono perfeito...&lt;br /&gt;Num sonho lindo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A noite é fantástica...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As saudades apertam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descubro um tudo&lt;br /&gt;Mas um tudo muito grande...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As saudades não param de crescer&lt;br /&gt;A vontade de estar nos teus braços é enorme&lt;br /&gt;Desejo-te...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adoro-te...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na noite penso em ti&lt;br /&gt;Penso que era maravilhoso&lt;br /&gt;Se estivesses aqui..&lt;br /&gt;Adoro-te...&lt;br /&gt;Sinto que me estás a elevar ao melhor de mim&lt;br /&gt;Desejo fazer o mesmo contigo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais um sono...&lt;br /&gt;Mais um sonho... Em ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazes-me sentir muito feliz&lt;br /&gt;Os teus mimos fazem-me voar...&lt;br /&gt;Nas tuas asas....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu e tu somos iguais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos os pedacinhos de tempo&lt;br /&gt;Têm uma magnitude inimaginável&lt;br /&gt;A felicidade inunda-nos a alma...&lt;br /&gt;O desejo de estar contigo&lt;br /&gt;É sempre intenso&lt;br /&gt;Só penso em ti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora acredito...&lt;br /&gt;Agora é maravilhoso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou dormir...&lt;br /&gt;Vou sonhar contigo...&lt;br /&gt;Com os teus beijos doces&lt;br /&gt;Os teus carinhos&lt;br /&gt;Os teus miminhos&lt;br /&gt;As tuas festinhas...&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã vou acordar feliz...&lt;br /&gt;Só por te ter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo...&lt;br /&gt;Numa musica...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu e tu somos iguais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo parece surreal...&lt;br /&gt;Mas não é&lt;br /&gt;É tudo bem real&lt;br /&gt;E maravilhoso...&lt;br /&gt;Adoro-te.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nós somos fantásticos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As saudades aumentam...&lt;br /&gt;Quero estar sempre ligado a ti&lt;br /&gt;Como o céu e o mar&lt;br /&gt;Que para sempre se tocam&lt;br /&gt;Assim seremos nós&lt;br /&gt;Um só...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A paixão é enorme...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A felicidade...&lt;br /&gt;Misturada com uma certeza única&lt;br /&gt;São as sensações que me provocas&lt;br /&gt;E que para sempre quero ter em mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agarrei-te...&lt;br /&gt;Nunca mais te vou largar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;@José ManueL&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/19211526-116224810963124530?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/116224810963124530/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19211526&amp;postID=116224810963124530&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/116224810963124530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/116224810963124530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/2006/10/200-hora.html' title='A 200 à hora'/><author><name>José ManueL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131160659464127267</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-19211526.post-116187407745005729</id><published>2006-10-26T15:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T15:47:57.636+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um amanhecer em Ti</title><content type='html'>Saí pela noite chuvosa e fria&lt;br /&gt;Encontrei-te num estranho lugar&lt;br /&gt;Num sítio qualquer&lt;br /&gt;Imaginava o teu brilhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trocámos olhares&lt;br /&gt;Trocámos sorrisos&lt;br /&gt;Trocámos palavras... faladas... escritas&lt;br /&gt;Encontrei-me em TI&lt;br /&gt;Mais do que eu julgava ser possível&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num gesto toquei-te...&lt;br /&gt;Respiraste fundo... e levitaste...&lt;br /&gt;E pedimos um beijo... sem mãos que o agarre&lt;br /&gt;Pedimos o tempo...&lt;br /&gt;Trocámos desejos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanhecemos em nós...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;@José ManueL&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/19211526-116187407745005729?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/116187407745005729/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19211526&amp;postID=116187407745005729&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/116187407745005729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/116187407745005729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/2006/10/um-amanhecer-em-ti.html' title='Um amanhecer em Ti'/><author><name>José ManueL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131160659464127267</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-19211526.post-116137670865236089</id><published>2006-10-20T21:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T01:55:12.453+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um sorriso, um poema, uma...</title><content type='html'>Instante após instante&lt;br /&gt;No teu sorriso tento encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Esse sorriso meu que não esqueci&lt;br /&gt;Sorriso de paixão, que nos faz voar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o teu sorriso agora é de dor&lt;br /&gt;A tua alma foi consumida, por um fogo envenenado&lt;br /&gt;Regredindo na força para amar&lt;br /&gt;Ganhando mais em experiência&lt;br /&gt;Arriscando agora só com certezas&lt;br /&gt;Rio de dor que vai secar e ser...&lt;br /&gt;Inundado outra vez com amor&lt;br /&gt;Devolvendo a alegria ao teu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;A todo o teu ser...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pouco e pouco encontro-me em ti&lt;br /&gt;Noto que eu e tu somos iguais&lt;br /&gt;Tu que tanto de bom guardas em ti&lt;br /&gt;Um potencial maravilhoso&lt;br /&gt;Numa alma bela e fantástica&lt;br /&gt;Estás para mim como uma asa...&lt;br /&gt;Sentindo que nela posso voar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas se neste momento&lt;br /&gt;Algo estou a sentir&lt;br /&gt;Com a tua essência tem a ver&lt;br /&gt;Há algo que me faz sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Agora, tal como ontem e amanhã... simplesmente....&lt;br /&gt;Desejo que possas ser...&lt;br /&gt;O meu final Feliz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;@José ManueL&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/19211526-116137670865236089?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19211526.post-115922058357878769</id><published>2006-09-25T22:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T22:53:04.350+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Letra - a - Letra</title><content type='html'>Julgo ser capaz de te&lt;br /&gt;Oferecer um&lt;br /&gt;Segundo, terceiro,&lt;br /&gt;Eterno momento,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mágico,&lt;br /&gt;Agradável&lt;br /&gt;Natural&lt;br /&gt;Único&lt;br /&gt;Especial&lt;br /&gt;Louco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de ti…&lt;br /&gt;Onde quer que esteja.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo longe…&lt;br /&gt;E penso&lt;br /&gt;Sempre em ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minuto a minuto, instante&lt;br /&gt;Após instante.&lt;br /&gt;Recordo-te,&lt;br /&gt;Tropeço em ti.&lt;br /&gt;Inevitavelmente,&lt;br /&gt;Nunca&lt;br /&gt;Sairás de mim…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;@MF&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/19211526-115922058357878769?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/115922058357878769/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19211526&amp;postID=115922058357878769&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/115922058357878769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/115922058357878769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/2006/09/letra-letra.html' title='Letra - a - Letra'/><author><name>José ManueL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131160659464127267</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-19211526.post-115906992786523427</id><published>2006-09-24T04:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T04:54:36.983+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nesta noite (D)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nesta noite&lt;br /&gt;Em que tudo gira&lt;br /&gt;E nada faz sentido&lt;br /&gt;Olho para ti&lt;br /&gt;Para cada gesto do teu rosto&lt;br /&gt;Para cada passo do teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;E encontro todos os desejos&lt;br /&gt;Que ainda estão por realizar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aproximas-te com o teu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Sorriso de menina&lt;br /&gt;Que um dia te fez mulher&lt;br /&gt;Menina que foste&lt;br /&gt;E que me fez levitar em paixão&lt;br /&gt;Mulher que és&lt;br /&gt;E me fazes desejar-te a cada segundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cada sorriso teu&lt;br /&gt;Corresponde sempre&lt;br /&gt;Uma das minhas emoções&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando vens&lt;br /&gt;Com esse sorriso só teu&lt;br /&gt;Que me deslumbra o coração&lt;br /&gt;Que me faz voar&lt;br /&gt;Que me faz sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Que me faz querer levitar nas tuas asas&lt;br /&gt;Nada mais existe&lt;br /&gt;Nem nada mais importa&lt;br /&gt;Só os teus olhos nos meus&lt;br /&gt;Só o teu toque no meu&lt;br /&gt;E nesse instante o mundo pára&lt;br /&gt;E eu aqui ao pé de ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o sorriso&lt;br /&gt;O toque&lt;br /&gt;O olhar&lt;br /&gt;O brilho&lt;br /&gt;O arco-íris&lt;br /&gt;O Sol&lt;br /&gt;Não chegam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precisas de ir mais além&lt;br /&gt;Onde nada nem ningém&lt;br /&gt;Te impede de seres tu&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco de mim...&lt;br /&gt;O melhor de ti mesma...&lt;br /&gt;Para que eu possa ser...&lt;br /&gt;O melhor de mim mesmo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sonho é ser mais e mais&lt;br /&gt;Conseguir mais e mais&lt;br /&gt;Para que sejas&lt;br /&gt;O meu tudo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E como mais nenhum sonho morrerá&lt;br /&gt;Até à última gota de sangue&lt;br /&gt;Irei lutar para te ter&lt;br /&gt;Não vou parar de te procurar&lt;br /&gt;Até te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Até me encontrar&lt;br /&gt;No teu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;@José ManueL&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/19211526-115906992786523427?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/115906992786523427/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19211526&amp;postID=115906992786523427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/115906992786523427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/115906992786523427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/2006/09/nesta-noite-d.html' title='Nesta noite (D)'/><author><name>José ManueL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131160659464127267</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-19211526.post-115894105874778045</id><published>2006-09-22T16:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T17:05:26.986+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Para além da distância (C)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Foi num dia quente de Setembro&lt;br /&gt;Quando te cruzaste com os meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Que percebi qual era a verdadeira força&lt;br /&gt;De um simples olhar&lt;br /&gt;Que naquele momento  me fez vibrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os dias passavam&lt;br /&gt;E tu sempre vinhas&lt;br /&gt;Nesse estilo tão teu&lt;br /&gt;Uma espécie de anjo selvagem&lt;br /&gt;A que por mais que quisesse&lt;br /&gt;Não conseguia nunca resistir&lt;br /&gt;O teu encanto&lt;br /&gt;A tua voz melodiosa&lt;br /&gt;Os teus gestos tão ternos&lt;br /&gt;Faziam-me sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Com aquilo a que alguns&lt;br /&gt;Chamam de felicidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cada passo teu&lt;br /&gt;Correspondia sempre um sorriso meu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhava para ti e encontrava-me&lt;br /&gt;Olhava-te nos olhos&lt;br /&gt;Com olhares de desejo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pouco e pouco percebeste&lt;br /&gt;Os significados de todas as palavras&lt;br /&gt;E de todos os olhares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada dia de silêncio&lt;br /&gt;Era um dia de amargura&lt;br /&gt;Igual a outro dia qualquer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada dia em que a tua voz&lt;br /&gt;Ecoava nos meus ouvidos&lt;br /&gt;Ou em que um gesto teu&lt;br /&gt;Eu conseguisse observar&lt;br /&gt;Era um dia esplendoroso&lt;br /&gt;Cheio de cores&lt;br /&gt;Com se um grande arco-íris&lt;br /&gt;Se atravessasse no meu caminho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A barreira invisivel&lt;br /&gt;Que todos os dias&lt;br /&gt;Estava no meu caminho&lt;br /&gt;Nunca me fez desistir&lt;br /&gt;E nunca me deixou avançar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia partiste e não regressaste&lt;br /&gt;A tristeza invadiu o meu ser&lt;br /&gt;Não voltei a ver o arco-íris&lt;br /&gt;O arrependimento ainda hoje me consome&lt;br /&gt;Porque fui mais fraco do que aquela barreira&lt;br /&gt;Será que fiz tudo o que podia fazer&lt;br /&gt;Ou fui mais um cobarde&lt;br /&gt;Não me quis ver sofrer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ficaste presa no meu pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Como barcos em terra&lt;br /&gt;Como fogo na mão&lt;br /&gt;Um fogo que me consomiu&lt;br /&gt;A cada dia que passou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixaste a minha alma vazia&lt;br /&gt;Como uma ilha... sozinha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora, para além da distância&lt;br /&gt;Encontro-te e volto a encontrar-me&lt;br /&gt;Para além da distância&lt;br /&gt;Onde tudo pode acontecer&lt;br /&gt;Para além da distância&lt;br /&gt;Onde posso renascer&lt;br /&gt;Para além da distância&lt;br /&gt;Podes ir mais além&lt;br /&gt;Onde a felicidade existe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para além da distância&lt;br /&gt;Como vou eu lembrar-te&lt;br /&gt;Se a metade que parte&lt;br /&gt;É a metade que tens?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;@José ManueL&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/19211526-115894105874778045?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/115894105874778045/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19211526&amp;postID=115894105874778045&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/115894105874778045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/115894105874778045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/2006/09/para-alm-da-distncia-c.html' title='Para além da distância (C)'/><author><name>José ManueL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131160659464127267</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-19211526.post-115877539268299328</id><published>2006-09-20T17:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T19:03:12.770+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um PapeL (V)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um lápis, um papel, uma história&lt;br /&gt;Não uma história de encantar&lt;br /&gt;Mas sim dura de enfrentar&lt;br /&gt;Ficaste com o papel mais ingrato&lt;br /&gt;O papel da vítima&lt;br /&gt;Aquela que sempre sofre&lt;br /&gt;Do princípio ao fim da história&lt;br /&gt;Desta história...&lt;br /&gt;Porque outras começarão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhas-te ao espelho&lt;br /&gt;E não te encontras&lt;br /&gt;Não vês o teu verdadeiro tu&lt;br /&gt;Vês alguém com medos e receios&lt;br /&gt;Sem nada para dar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olho para ti e vejo tudo&lt;br /&gt;Tudo de bom&lt;br /&gt;Uma enormidade de coisas boas&lt;br /&gt;Um coração maravilhoso&lt;br /&gt;Uma alma bela e cheia de ternura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não queres outra história&lt;br /&gt;Receias o mesmo papel&lt;br /&gt;O mesmo desfecho&lt;br /&gt;Receias sofrer&lt;br /&gt;Não sofras&lt;br /&gt;Sorri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorri e conta outra história&lt;br /&gt;Uma história de encantar&lt;br /&gt;Onde no final&lt;br /&gt;Os teus olhos vão brilhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os teus olhos, os teus olhos...&lt;br /&gt;Trazes neles o desejo&lt;br /&gt;Onde vejo a aventura&lt;br /&gt;Que ainda vamos viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um lápis novo...&lt;br /&gt;E decididamente um novo papel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;@José ManueL&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/19211526-115877539268299328?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/115877539268299328/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19211526&amp;postID=115877539268299328&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/115877539268299328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/115877539268299328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/2006/09/um-papel-v.html' title='Um PapeL (V)'/><author><name>José ManueL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131160659464127267</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-19211526.post-115782366266203236</id><published>2006-09-09T17:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T18:49:10.050+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma história num poema</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Os teus olhos cruzaram os meus e&lt;br /&gt;Talvez por inocencia&lt;br /&gt;Talvez por falta de carinho&lt;br /&gt;Deixei-me levar pelo teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Pelas tuas palavras meigas&lt;br /&gt;Pelos teus gestos doces&lt;br /&gt;Por me ofereceres&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que um dia já havia tido&lt;br /&gt;E ansiava novamente ter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim começou uma história&lt;br /&gt;A nossa história de amor&lt;br /&gt;Desde o início sabíamos&lt;br /&gt;Que muito teríamos de lutar&lt;br /&gt;Pois a nossa história&lt;br /&gt;Não agradava a todos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os meses foram passando&lt;br /&gt;E tu, sempre especial e doce&lt;br /&gt;Já fazias parte de mim&lt;br /&gt;A paixão e o amor inundavam-me&lt;br /&gt;E faziam-me voar nas tuas asas&lt;br /&gt;Quando estávamos juntos&lt;br /&gt;Tudo era perfeito&lt;br /&gt;Como se mais nada existisse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas eis que&lt;br /&gt;Algo começou a correr mal&lt;br /&gt;As desconfianças começaram&lt;br /&gt;As mentiras também&lt;br /&gt;Amava-te&lt;br /&gt;Mas a nossa união começava a ceder&lt;br /&gt;Amava-te&lt;br /&gt;Por isso aguentei o mais que pude&lt;br /&gt;Mas os teus actos de desconfiança&lt;br /&gt;Magoavam e sucediam-se&lt;br /&gt;A traição não tem desculpa&lt;br /&gt;Mas talvez por isso&lt;br /&gt;Ela tenha acontecido....&lt;br /&gt;Até que um dia&lt;br /&gt;Um ano e meio depois&lt;br /&gt;Chegou o fim&lt;br /&gt;Mas não seria o fim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escondi-me no refúgio de sempre&lt;br /&gt;Pensei em esquecer-te&lt;br /&gt;Tentei esquecer-te&lt;br /&gt;Mas não consegui&lt;br /&gt;Magoei pessoas&lt;br /&gt;Porque não saías do meu pensamento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não saís-te...&lt;br /&gt;Nem do meu pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Nem da minha alma&lt;br /&gt;Nem do meu coração...&lt;br /&gt;Continuava a amar-te&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A solução foi recomeçar&lt;br /&gt;E tudo foi identico&lt;br /&gt;Tinhamos de voltar a lutar&lt;br /&gt;Quando estávamos juntos&lt;br /&gt;Tudo era perfeito&lt;br /&gt;Mas tudo o que me magoava em ti&lt;br /&gt;Repetia-se constantemente&lt;br /&gt;O fim foi identico&lt;br /&gt;Mas mais uma vez não seria o fim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tarefa de esquecer uma pessoa&lt;br /&gt;De retirá-la do nosso coração&lt;br /&gt;De afastá-la dos nossos desejos&lt;br /&gt;É dificil...&lt;br /&gt;Mas mais díficil se torna&lt;br /&gt;Se a ideia for usar uma outra&lt;br /&gt;Para preencher o nosso coração&lt;br /&gt;Quando na realidade&lt;br /&gt;O nosso coração está cheio&lt;br /&gt;Com o tempo vi&lt;br /&gt;O quanto é isso real...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuava a amar-te&lt;br /&gt;Na escuridão da minha alma&lt;br /&gt;Continuava a querer-te&lt;br /&gt;No mais tenebroso silêncio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até que tu voltaste&lt;br /&gt;E eu voltei... a ter-te...&lt;br /&gt;A ter um bocadinho de felicidade&lt;br /&gt;As saudades...&lt;br /&gt;De ouvir a tua voz&lt;br /&gt;De sentir a tua a presença&lt;br /&gt;De cheirar a tua pele&lt;br /&gt;De me arrepiar com o teu toque&lt;br /&gt;Foram finalmente saciadas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posso não ter o melhor dos feitios&lt;br /&gt;Nem ser muito fácil de lidar&lt;br /&gt;Mas só queria o teu bem&lt;br /&gt;E que te esforçasses&lt;br /&gt;Para seres cada vez melhor&lt;br /&gt;Na tua e na nossa vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esforcei-me para te levar&lt;br /&gt;Ao melhor de ti&lt;br /&gt;Não conseguiste levar-me&lt;br /&gt;Ao melhor de mim&lt;br /&gt;É triste amar-te&lt;br /&gt;E isso não chegar...&lt;br /&gt;Para ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;A frustação é imensa&lt;br /&gt;As traições não deviam acontecer&lt;br /&gt;Mas acontecem&lt;br /&gt;E têm sempre um motivo&lt;br /&gt;Mas nunca têm desculpa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te&lt;br /&gt;O fim voltou a chegar&lt;br /&gt;Continuo a amar-te&lt;br /&gt;Queres voltar a estar comigo&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo&lt;br /&gt;Não quero sofrer mais&lt;br /&gt;Prefiro este silêncio&lt;br /&gt;E a lembrança que descansa&lt;br /&gt;Dos olhos teus nos meus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ser grande é ter sempre a força necessária para conquistar tudo o que se deseja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;@José ManueL&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/19211526-115782366266203236?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19211526.post-115763606393963006</id><published>2006-09-07T14:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T14:52:50.720+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ser forte é amar alguém em silencio,&lt;br /&gt;É irradiar felicidade quando se é feliz,&lt;br /&gt;É esperar quando não se acredita no retorno,&lt;br /&gt;É sorrir quando se deseja chorar,&lt;br /&gt;É fazer alguém feliz quando se tem o coração em pedaços&lt;br /&gt;É consolar quando se  precisa de consolo,&lt;br /&gt;É ter fé naquilo em que não se acredita,&lt;br /&gt;É tentar perdoar  alguém que não merece perdão,&lt;br /&gt;É manter-se calmo num momento de desespero,&lt;br /&gt;É demonstrar alegria quando não se sente,&lt;br /&gt;É calar quando o ideal seria gritar a  todos a sua angústia.&lt;br /&gt;Por isso mesmo diante a dura realidade&lt;br /&gt;E por mais  dificil que a vida possa parecer&lt;br /&gt;AMA-A E SÊ FELIZ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;@MF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19211526-115763606393963006?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/115763606393963006/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19211526&amp;postID=115763606393963006&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/115763606393963006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/115763606393963006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/2006/09/um-dia.html' title='Um Dia'/><author><name>José ManueL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131160659464127267</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-19211526.post-115750054258530044</id><published>2006-09-06T00:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T22:23:18.103+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saber A Mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3007/1897/1600/0101h008h23.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 500px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3007/1897/320/0101h008h23.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ainda te amo&lt;br /&gt;Tu ainda me amas&lt;br /&gt;Mas isso não chega&lt;br /&gt;Vamos terminar aqui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não te amo&lt;br /&gt;Tu também não me amas&lt;br /&gt;Mas vamos tentar&lt;br /&gt;Começar a partir daqui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de estar contigo&lt;br /&gt;Gostas de estar comigo&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me em segurança&lt;br /&gt;Mas nada mais do que isso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo-me&lt;br /&gt;E assim sou feliz&lt;br /&gt;Amar-te-ei um dia&lt;br /&gt;E serei ainda mais feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei onde estás&lt;br /&gt;Só sei que&lt;br /&gt;Não estás aqui&lt;br /&gt;Porque a lágrima não mente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;@José Manuel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/19211526-115750054258530044?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/115750054258530044/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19211526&amp;postID=115750054258530044&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/115750054258530044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/115750054258530044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/2006/09/saber-mar.html' title='Saber A Mar'/><author><name>José ManueL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131160659464127267</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-19211526.post-115626449478489445</id><published>2006-08-22T17:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T17:38:06.563+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Alma de Pássaro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3007/1897/1600/amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 304px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3007/1897/320/amor.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Como um pássaro&lt;br /&gt;Livre&lt;br /&gt;Sem destino&lt;br /&gt;Voo até onde o céu me levar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passam noites sem me agarrar&lt;br /&gt;A ausencia do luar&lt;br /&gt;Nada me faz parar&lt;br /&gt;Faz-me voar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas hoje&lt;br /&gt;Vou despir-me de tudo&lt;br /&gt;Esperar o vento&lt;br /&gt;E partir&lt;br /&gt;Até que o Sol brilhe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;@LoveOfTheLife&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/19211526-115626449478489445?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/115626449478489445/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19211526&amp;postID=115626449478489445&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/115626449478489445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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invento&lt;br /&gt;Traço-te no tempo&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Tiro um cigarro&lt;br /&gt;Acordo e digo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;traço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;@LoveOfTheLife&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/19211526-115582769727223185?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/115582769727223185/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19211526&amp;postID=115582769727223185&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/115582769727223185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/115582769727223185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/2006/08/pssaro-selvagem.html' title='Pássaro Selvagem'/><author><name>José ManueL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131160659464127267</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-19211526.post-115068113439571506</id><published>2006-06-19T01:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T13:48:08.040+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Já são duas da manhã&lt;br /&gt;Tanto tempo passou&lt;br /&gt;Desde que voltei a viver&lt;br /&gt;Tanto tempo passou&lt;br /&gt;Desde o ultimo abraço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rádio sussurra&lt;br /&gt;O cigarro apaga-se&lt;br /&gt;E eu sonho que estás aqui&lt;br /&gt;Sonho com o teu beijo&lt;br /&gt;Com o teu abraço&lt;br /&gt;Com as tuas palavras doces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outra musica...&lt;br /&gt;Um saxofone encanta&lt;br /&gt;E as saudades crescem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora que todos dormem&lt;br /&gt;As estrelas brilham&lt;br /&gt;E o dia está a chegar&lt;br /&gt;É díficil não chorar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque sonho contigo&lt;br /&gt;Mas a verdade&lt;br /&gt;É que vou adormecer&lt;br /&gt;Sem te ter a meu lado&lt;br /&gt;Não estás aqui...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma noite&lt;br /&gt;Em que só a Lua&lt;br /&gt;Me vai iluminar&lt;br /&gt;Com o seu brilhar&lt;br /&gt;É triste, é duro&lt;br /&gt;Porque só quero&lt;br /&gt;Ver o brilho do teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um novo dia virá&lt;br /&gt;E com ele tudo regressará&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não estás aqui...&lt;br /&gt;As lágrimas...&lt;br /&gt;São saudades do beijo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;@LoveOfTheLife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19211526-115068113439571506?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/115068113439571506/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19211526&amp;postID=115068113439571506&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/115068113439571506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/115068113439571506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/2006/06/dreaming-now.html' title='Dreaming now'/><author><name>José ManueL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131160659464127267</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-19211526.post-114832352631805185</id><published>2006-05-22T19:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T19:45:26.320+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Coração</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ouve o teu coração&lt;br /&gt;Sempre que ele chama por ti&lt;br /&gt;E te pede para seres feliz&lt;br /&gt;Corre contra a distância&lt;br /&gt;Luta contra o espaço&lt;br /&gt;Esquece os problemas&lt;br /&gt;Agarra bem a corda&lt;br /&gt;E sobe ao topo da montanha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou à tua espera&lt;br /&gt;Para juntos podermos&lt;br /&gt;Dar o grito de paixão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O grito que falta&lt;br /&gt;Tal como a metade que falta&lt;br /&gt;Iremos alcançar&lt;br /&gt;Para nunca mais largar&lt;br /&gt;E aí seremos um só&lt;br /&gt;Tal como o Céu e o Mar&lt;br /&gt;Que sempre&lt;br /&gt;E para sempre&lt;br /&gt;Se tocam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;@LoveOfTheLife&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/19211526-114832352631805185?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/114832352631805185/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19211526&amp;postID=114832352631805185&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/114832352631805185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/114832352631805185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/2006/05/corao.html' title='Coração'/><author><name>José ManueL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131160659464127267</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-19211526.post-114798992653293256</id><published>2006-05-18T22:44:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T23:09:28.603+01:00</updated><title type='text'>RR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Palavras para Ti&lt;br /&gt;Palavras de amizade&lt;br /&gt;Palavras de carinho&lt;br /&gt;Palavras de ternura&lt;br /&gt;Para que saibas&lt;br /&gt;Que estou sempre aqui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa a minha mão&lt;br /&gt;Guiar o teu caminho&lt;br /&gt;Deixa o meu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Ser luz da tua estrada&lt;br /&gt;Para que possas gritar&lt;br /&gt;O meu tempo chegou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu só quero que tu&lt;br /&gt;Saibas quem sou&lt;br /&gt;Que conheças&lt;br /&gt;Todas as fantasias&lt;br /&gt;Todos os desejos&lt;br /&gt;E toda a magia&lt;br /&gt;Que transporto em mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero ouvir todos os segredos&lt;br /&gt;Que tens para contar&lt;br /&gt;Até aqueles que estão&lt;br /&gt;No fundo do mar&lt;br /&gt;Quero ver a cor&lt;br /&gt;Do teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Quando a tua alma&lt;br /&gt;Na minha repousar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora quero ser&lt;br /&gt;A luz do teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Porque&lt;br /&gt;Quanto mais longe&lt;br /&gt;Mais perto de TI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;@LoveOfTheLife&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/19211526-114798992653293256?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/114798992653293256/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19211526&amp;postID=114798992653293256&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/114798992653293256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/114798992653293256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/2006/05/rr_18.html' title='RR'/><author><name>José ManueL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131160659464127267</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-19211526.post-114790241140852998</id><published>2006-05-17T22:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T22:55:43.246+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O Amor&lt;br /&gt;É levar o outro&lt;br /&gt;Ao melhor de si mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Sem Ti&lt;br /&gt;Nunca serei&lt;br /&gt;O melhor de mim mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Tudo seria diferente&lt;br /&gt;Se a vontade de amar&lt;br /&gt;Se a vontade de ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;Fosse a mesma&lt;br /&gt;Quando quiseres voltar&lt;br /&gt;Com o melhor que tens para dar&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou aqui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;@LoveOfTheLife&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19211526-114790241140852998?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/114790241140852998/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19211526&amp;postID=114790241140852998&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/114790241140852998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/114790241140852998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/2006/05/o-amor-levar-o-outro-ao-melhor-de-si.html' title=''/><author><name>José ManueL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131160659464127267</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-19211526.post-114788001958561332</id><published>2006-05-17T16:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T16:33:39.656+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorriso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O meu sorriso de felicidade&lt;br /&gt; Nunca podeste ver&lt;br /&gt; Porque o meu sorriso de felicidade&lt;br /&gt; Nunca quiseste promover&lt;br /&gt; Olha-me nos olhos&lt;br /&gt; E diz-me quem tu és&lt;br /&gt; Olha-me nos olhos&lt;br /&gt; E diz-me o que te move&lt;br /&gt; Aonde queres chegar&lt;br /&gt; Não tens os meus olhos&lt;br /&gt; Não podes&lt;br /&gt; Não queres&lt;br /&gt; Chegar a eles&lt;br /&gt; O que te sobra&lt;br /&gt; É a metade do costume&lt;br /&gt; E agora o que vais fazer&lt;br /&gt; Quando a noite chega e te abandona&lt;br /&gt; E te deixa novamente&lt;br /&gt; Sozinha e triste&lt;br /&gt; Sem brilho nos olhos&lt;br /&gt; E tudo isso porque&lt;br /&gt; Eu estou aqui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;@LoveOfTheLife&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/19211526-114788001958561332?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/114788001958561332/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19211526&amp;postID=114788001958561332&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/114788001958561332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/114788001958561332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/2006/05/sorriso.html' title='Sorriso'/><author><name>José ManueL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131160659464127267</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-19211526.post-114785952328019220</id><published>2006-05-17T10:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T11:36:20.430+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Serenata 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3007/1897/1600/DSCN1190.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3007/1897/200/DSCN1190.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Começam os preparativos&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3007/1897/1600/DSCN1191.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3007/1897/200/DSCN1191.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O  João também quase pronto&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3007/1897/1600/DSCN1192.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3007/1897/200/DSCN1192.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ainda bem que na altura comprámos o traje dois números acima&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3007/1897/1600/DSCN1193.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3007/1897/200/DSCN1193.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Este artista faz logo a pose maravilha, não pode ver um flash&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3007/1897/1600/DSCN1194.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3007/1897/200/DSCN1194.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Note-se que esta pose foi forçada, não tem nada a ver com os finos que já ficaram para trás&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3007/1897/1600/DSCN1195.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3007/1897/200/DSCN1195.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pronto chegou um Homem sério, o Afonso veio-nos orientar&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3007/1897/1600/DSCN1196.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3007/1897/200/DSCN1196.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tava calor, dava sede e a gente ia bebendo&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3007/1897/1600/DSCN1197.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3007/1897/200/DSCN1197.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Muito gostam eles de ficarem juntos nas fotos...&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3007/1897/1600/DSCN1200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3007/1897/200/DSCN1200.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tá a faltar o copo&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3007/1897/1600/DSCN1201.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3007/1897/200/DSCN1201.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eu disse que preferia Sagres&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3007/1897/1600/DSCN1204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3007/1897/200/DSCN1204.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ora vês como ficas muito melhor longe da cerveja&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3007/1897/1600/DSCN1205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3007/1897/200/DSCN1205.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Já em casa, estávamos com dificuldades em saber o que era akele bocado de pano preto&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3007/1897/1600/DSCN1206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3007/1897/200/DSCN1206.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tá visto que aquilo só podia ser a fita do John Rambo&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3007/1897/1600/DSCN1207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3007/1897/200/DSCN1207.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A noite já ia longa e as coisas complicavam-se&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3007/1897/1600/DSCN1208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3007/1897/200/DSCN1208.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O fraco do costume, estava feliz pk bebeu 3 finos e meio e mais um iogurte&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3007/1897/1600/DSCN1209.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3007/1897/200/DSCN1209.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E viva a fraternidade&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3007/1897/1600/DSCN1210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3007/1897/200/DSCN1210.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;E para acabar isto apareceu-me no caminho e toca de trazer para casa&lt;br /&gt;Combina bem com o resto da mobília&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;@LoveOfTheLife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3007/1897/1600/DSCN1190.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19211526-114785952328019220?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/114785952328019220/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19211526&amp;postID=114785952328019220&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/114785952328019220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/114785952328019220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/2006/05/serenata-2006.html' title='Serenata 2006'/><author><name>José ManueL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131160659464127267</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-19211526.post-114781846715813596</id><published>2006-05-16T23:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T23:28:53.070+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Agora que dizes nunca Adeus&lt;br /&gt;O Adeus é definitivo&lt;br /&gt;Não um até já&lt;br /&gt;Não um até logo&lt;br /&gt;Mas sim um Adeus&lt;br /&gt;Adeus até ao dia&lt;br /&gt;Em que a desejes&lt;br /&gt;Em que a queiras&lt;br /&gt;Em que te esforces por obtê-la&lt;br /&gt;Tanto ou mais do que eu&lt;br /&gt;E aí serão&lt;br /&gt;Os olhos teus&lt;br /&gt;Nos meus&lt;br /&gt;Beijo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;@LoveOfTheLife&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/19211526-114781846715813596?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/114781846715813596/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19211526&amp;postID=114781846715813596&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/114781846715813596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/114781846715813596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/2006/05/agora-que-dizes-nunca-adeus-o-adeus.html' title=''/><author><name>José ManueL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131160659464127267</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-19211526.post-114773855834127131</id><published>2006-05-16T01:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T01:15:58.356+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É pena que tenha acabado assim&lt;br /&gt;Mas tal como te disse&lt;br /&gt;A mesma porta que serviu para entrar&lt;br /&gt;Serve para sair&lt;br /&gt;Nunca mais me irás ver ou ouvir&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que goste de ti&lt;br /&gt;A lembrança descansará para sempre em paz&lt;br /&gt;Os olhos teus&lt;br /&gt;Nos meus&lt;br /&gt;ADEUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;@LoveOfTheLife&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/19211526-114773855834127131?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/114773855834127131/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19211526&amp;postID=114773855834127131&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/114773855834127131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/114773855834127131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/2006/05/pena-que-tenha-acabado-assim-mas-tal.html' title=''/><author><name>José ManueL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131160659464127267</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-19211526.post-114730645168358349</id><published>2006-05-11T00:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T01:17:14.600+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Num Amanhã</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vou viver&lt;br /&gt;Até que possa deixar de ver&lt;br /&gt;O mesmo sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Todos os dias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nos meus lábios a crescer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;@LoveOfTheLife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/19211526-114730645168358349?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/114730645168358349/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19211526&amp;postID=114730645168358349&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/114730645168358349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/114730645168358349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/2006/05/num-amanh.html' title='Num Amanhã'/><author><name>José ManueL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131160659464127267</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-19211526.post-114350619651652508</id><published>2006-03-28T00:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T01:36:36.600+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Regresso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3007/1897/1600/lu.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3007/1897/320/lu.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Regresso à escrita que outrora abandonei&lt;br /&gt;Regresso talvez porque nunca esquecerei&lt;br /&gt;Que o brilho do teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Faz o meu coração voar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olho em redor e não te vejo&lt;br /&gt;Mas sinto que estás comigo&lt;br /&gt;A tua alma está presente&lt;br /&gt;Acompanha-me em todo o lugar&lt;br /&gt;Ocupa o meu pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Ocupa o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Aonde quer que eu vá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concentro-me no brilho dos teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Olho nos olhos dele&lt;br /&gt;E encho-me de fellicidade&lt;br /&gt;Porque juntos&lt;br /&gt;Podemos ser um só&lt;br /&gt;Tal como a Terra, o Ar e a Água&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca se afastam&lt;br /&gt;E juntos são invenciveis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aceita o segundo ao segundo&lt;br /&gt;E vive intensamente&lt;br /&gt;Ama como se fosse a primeira vez&lt;br /&gt;Com a intensidade do ultimo amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como podes esquecer...&lt;br /&gt;Se metade do que fica&lt;br /&gt;É aquilo que faz parte&lt;br /&gt;Metade do que possuo&lt;br /&gt;Contribuis para que exista&lt;br /&gt;Metade do que sou&lt;br /&gt;Fazes parte em mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando olho para ti&lt;br /&gt;Quando vejo os teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Quando o teu brilho me arrepia&lt;br /&gt;Quando o vibrar da tua voz&lt;br /&gt;Faz eco no meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que eu penso ÉS TU&lt;br /&gt;Nos meus olhos vislumbras o filme da VIDA&lt;br /&gt;Vida esta que é e foi minha&lt;br /&gt;Neles vês depositada a alegria e a tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Na minha voz&lt;br /&gt;O grito da esperança&lt;br /&gt;E a vontade de renascer de novo&lt;br /&gt;Esta sou eu&lt;br /&gt;Alma aprisionada pela nostalgia das lembranças&lt;br /&gt;Em que o tempo aprisiona&lt;br /&gt;Mas procura em tudo uma brecha&lt;br /&gt;Um vislumbre do sol&lt;br /&gt;Esse sol&lt;br /&gt;Que o teu sorriso me oferece&lt;br /&gt;Em cada palavra proferida&lt;br /&gt;E em cada olhar cumplice&lt;br /&gt;O meu sorriso só se esboça&lt;br /&gt;Se o teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;For em si um sorriso&lt;br /&gt;O sorriso que vês em mim&lt;br /&gt;É também ele um sorriso de esperança&lt;br /&gt;Esperança essa que renasce e morre&lt;br /&gt;A cada dia que passa&lt;br /&gt;Morre e renasce em cada noite que passo só&lt;br /&gt;Porque cada noite  é mais uma&lt;br /&gt;Noite a vencer&lt;br /&gt;A vencer a tristeza&lt;br /&gt;De não te ter&lt;br /&gt;Não olhes a nopite como uma morte&lt;br /&gt;Vê o dia como o renascer da vida e da esperança&lt;br /&gt;No sorriso que em mim projectas&lt;br /&gt;Reflectes um pedaço de ti&lt;br /&gt;Serei brisa em dias de sol&lt;br /&gt;Serei sol em dias de chuva&lt;br /&gt;Serei chuva em dias de secura&lt;br /&gt;Serei eu...&lt;br /&gt;Serei tua&lt;br /&gt;Porque parte de mim es tu&lt;br /&gt;E parte de ti sou eu&lt;br /&gt;Assim mesmo, um so, uno e infinito&lt;br /&gt;Sem começo e sem fim&lt;br /&gt;Como a lua e o sol q sempre se encontram&lt;br /&gt;Como o mar e o ceu que se abraçam&lt;br /&gt;Assim seremos nós&lt;br /&gt;Um SÓ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas nunca em nehum momento&lt;br /&gt;De alguem queiras so metade&lt;br /&gt;Luta pela totalidade&lt;br /&gt;Serei eu&lt;br /&gt;Com metade de mim que partiu&lt;br /&gt;E metade do que restou&lt;br /&gt;A metade que partiu e a metade que restou&lt;br /&gt;São a totalidade que me preenche&lt;br /&gt;E que quero para sempre obter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maria@LoveOfTheLife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19211526-114350619651652508?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/114350619651652508/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19211526&amp;postID=114350619651652508&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/114350619651652508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/114350619651652508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/2006/03/regresso.html' title='Regresso'/><author><name>José ManueL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131160659464127267</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-19211526.post-114079134558759388</id><published>2006-02-24T14:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-24T14:29:05.646Z</updated><title type='text'>Regresso a casa</title><content type='html'>Está a chegar mais um fim de semana. O que significa que está na hora de ir até a Gouveia. Vão ser cinco dias de descanso e depois na quarta-feira recomeçam as aulas, pois é, o segundo semestre vai começar e tenho oito cadeiras para fazer. Para quem não sabe a Engenharia Civil e a Geotecnia são coisas fascinantes.&lt;br /&gt;Mudando de assunto e porque é fim de semana de Carnaval, este ano repete-se no Domingo a bela da Feira do Queijo em Gouveia. Este ano temos uma inovação, também este fim de semana decorre a primeira Feira dos Saldos de Gouveia. Vou estar por lá a vender cortinados em saldo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3007/1897/1600/DSCN0251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3007/1897/320/DSCN0251.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso já sabem se não tiverem nada para fazer visitem a Serra da Estrela, visitem Gouveia...&lt;br /&gt;É verdade, está tudo coberto de neve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;@LoveOfTheLife&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/19211526-114079134558759388?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/114079134558759388/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19211526&amp;postID=114079134558759388&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/114079134558759388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/114079134558759388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/2006/02/regresso-casa.html' title='Regresso a casa'/><author><name>José ManueL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131160659464127267</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-19211526.post-114071040820390392</id><published>2006-02-23T15:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-23T16:00:08.220Z</updated><title type='text'>Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3007/1897/1600/sagitario.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3007/1897/320/sagitario.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida é&lt;br /&gt;Um céu encarnado&lt;br /&gt;Um livro fechado,&lt;br /&gt;Um poema apagado&lt;br /&gt;Um rosto molhado.&lt;br /&gt;Vida é um sorriso triste&lt;br /&gt;Uma alma que não existe,&lt;br /&gt;Um arco-íris sem cores&lt;br /&gt;Um túnel infinito.&lt;br /&gt;Situo-me num espaço apertado&lt;br /&gt;Onde lentamente fico sem ar,&lt;br /&gt;Vivo com o coração rachado&lt;br /&gt;Sobrevivo com o sonhar.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho o básico,&lt;br /&gt;Posso ver&lt;br /&gt;Falar e ouvir&lt;br /&gt;Consigo escrever&lt;br /&gt;Consigo sentir,&lt;br /&gt;Sentir a dor&lt;br /&gt;Que me atormenta,&lt;br /&gt;Que me faz sofrer&lt;br /&gt;E aos poucos morrer,&lt;br /&gt;Que se ri com as minhas lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;Que se diverte ao ver-me chorar&lt;br /&gt;Que tem como objectivo acabar&lt;br /&gt;Acabar com o meu ser&lt;br /&gt;Fazer&lt;br /&gt;Com que pare de escrever,&lt;br /&gt;Tirar o positivo de mim&lt;br /&gt;Por um ponto, criar o fim.&lt;br /&gt;Quero concluir&lt;br /&gt;Os meus objectivos,&lt;br /&gt;Não vou desistir&lt;br /&gt;Por mais obstáculos que possam haver&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou vencer,&lt;br /&gt;A única desvantagem&lt;br /&gt;É eu não ter coragem,&lt;br /&gt;Vou à procura dela&lt;br /&gt;Por mais fria que seja&lt;br /&gt;Por mais escura&lt;br /&gt;Sozinho, eu vou conseguir&lt;br /&gt;Vou gritar vitória&lt;br /&gt;E acabar a sorrir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;@LoveOfTheLife&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/19211526-114071040820390392?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/114071040820390392/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19211526&amp;postID=114071040820390392&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/114071040820390392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/114071040820390392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/2006/02/heaven.html' title='Heaven'/><author><name>José ManueL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131160659464127267</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19211526.post-114061207894050134</id><published>2006-02-22T12:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-22T15:15:19.720Z</updated><title type='text'>Porque um dia tudo é possível</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3007/1897/1600/0101h008o.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3007/1897/320/0101h008o.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olho em redor&lt;br /&gt;E não te vejo&lt;br /&gt;Não sinto o teu cheiro&lt;br /&gt;Queria apenas o teu beijo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;@LoveOfTheLife&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/19211526-114061207894050134?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/114061207894050134/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19211526&amp;postID=114061207894050134&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/114061207894050134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/114061207894050134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/2006/02/porque-um-dia-tudo-possvel.html' title='Porque um dia tudo é possível'/><author><name>José ManueL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131160659464127267</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-19211526.post-113997062489306211</id><published>2006-02-15T02:26:00.001Z</published><updated>2006-02-15T02:33:57.640Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3007/1897/1600/PST1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3007/1897/320/PST1.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Até um dia...&lt;br /&gt;Em que não existam&lt;br /&gt;Coisas que só servem&lt;br /&gt;Para nos fazer sentir mal&lt;br /&gt;Adeus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;@LoveOfTheLife&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/19211526-113997062489306211?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113997062489306211/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19211526&amp;postID=113997062489306211&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/113997062489306211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/113997062489306211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/2006/02/at-um-dia_15.html' title=''/><author><name>José ManueL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131160659464127267</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-19211526.post-113988005425711006</id><published>2006-02-14T01:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-14T01:21:19.723Z</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Dia dos Namorados</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3007/1897/1600/cidadedosanjos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3007/1897/320/cidadedosanjos.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero deixar aqui os meus parabéns a todos aqueles que neste dia que as gerações tornaram especial, têm um(a) namorado(a) e são felizes junto da pessoa que amam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infelizmente esse não é o meu caso, mas mais dia menos dia lá passará a ser. Optimismo não me falta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns a todos os que efusivamente comemoram este dia e todos os que estão como eu, não desanimem porque de certeza que melhores dias virão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;@LoveOfTheLife&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/19211526-113988005425711006?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113988005425711006/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19211526&amp;postID=113988005425711006&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/113988005425711006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/113988005425711006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/2006/02/feliz-dia-dos-namorados.html' title='Feliz Dia dos Namorados'/><author><name>José ManueL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131160659464127267</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-19211526.post-113985187927322117</id><published>2006-02-13T17:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-13T17:31:19.303Z</updated><title type='text'>The GamE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pode parecer estranho esta musica aqui neste blog, mas ouvindo bem e observando bem a letra, ela é para mim uma grande fonte de força de vontade, auto-estima e outras coisas mais. É daquelas musicas que me fazem sentir superior a tudo e que me fazem dizer "Nada nem ninguém me vence"&lt;br /&gt;Compartilho-a com todos vós e que vos faça sentir tão grandiosos como a mim me faz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666655;"&gt; It's time to play the game...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666655;"&gt; Time to play the game! hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666655;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666655;"&gt; It's all about the game and how you play it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666655;"&gt; All about control and if you can take it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666655;"&gt; All about your debt and if you can pay it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666655;"&gt; It's all about pain and who's gonna make it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666655;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666655;"&gt; I am the game, you don't wanna play me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666655;"&gt; I am control, no way you can change me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666655;"&gt; I am heavy debt, no way you can pay me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666655;"&gt; I am the pain and I know you can't take me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666655;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666655;"&gt; Look over your shoulder, ready to run.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666655;"&gt; Like a good little bitch, from a smokin gun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666655;"&gt; I am the game and I make the rules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666655;"&gt; So move on out here and die like a fool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666655;"&gt; Try to figure out what my moods gonna be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666655;"&gt; Come on over sucker, why don't you ask me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666655;"&gt; Don't you forget that the price you can pay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666655;"&gt; Cause I am the game and I want to play....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666655;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666655;"&gt; It's time to play the game........hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666655;"&gt; Time to play the game!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666655;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666655;"&gt; It's all about the game and how you play it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666655;"&gt; It's all about control and if you can take it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666655;"&gt; It's all about your debt and if you can pay it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666655;"&gt; It's all about pain and who's gonna make it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666655;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666655;"&gt; I am the game, you don't wanna play me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666655;"&gt; I am control, there's no way you can change me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666655;"&gt; I am your debt, and you know you can't pay me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666655;"&gt; I am your pain and I know you can't take me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666655;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666655;"&gt; Play the game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666655;"&gt; Your gonna be the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666655;"&gt; Your gonna change your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666655;"&gt; Your gonna die in flames&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666655;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666655;"&gt; hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666655;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666655;"&gt; Time to play the game!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666655;"&gt; It's time to play the game...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666655;"&gt; It's time to play the game...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666655;"&gt; It's time to play the game...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666655;"&gt; Time to play the game! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666655;"&gt;@Motorhead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19211526-113985187927322117?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113985187927322117/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19211526&amp;postID=113985187927322117&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/113985187927322117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/113985187927322117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/2006/02/game.html' title='The GamE'/><author><name>José ManueL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131160659464127267</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-19211526.post-113963314373386258</id><published>2006-02-11T04:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-11T04:45:43.760Z</updated><title type='text'>Something Special (To Someone To Much Special)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hoje fiz uma coisa muito especial&lt;br /&gt;Peguei em toda a minha dedicação&lt;br /&gt;Em todo o meu carinho&lt;br /&gt;E fiz algo que nunca tinha feito&lt;br /&gt;Usei toda a minha imaginação&lt;br /&gt;E a grandiosidade do meu coração&lt;br /&gt;E com toda a calma&lt;br /&gt;Dediquei toda a minha alma&lt;br /&gt;A alguém que devolveu ao meu coração&lt;br /&gt;A esperança secreta e nunca perdida&lt;br /&gt;De deixar de viajar e sossegar para a vida&lt;br /&gt;Observo a minha obra&lt;br /&gt;E penso que este sim sou eu&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado por me teres feito renascer&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado por me levares&lt;br /&gt;Ao melhor de mim mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Agora só falta entregar&lt;br /&gt;Numa bandeja prateada&lt;br /&gt;Tudo aquilo que a minha alma&lt;br /&gt;Te quer revelar&lt;br /&gt;Espero que gostes&lt;br /&gt;E agora que a noite há muito já chegou&lt;br /&gt;E a Lua finalmente me trouxe&lt;br /&gt;A felicidade que há muito tempo lhe pedi&lt;br /&gt;Só me resta dizer&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado J * * * * * * A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;@LoveOfTheLife&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/19211526-113963314373386258?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113963314373386258/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19211526&amp;postID=113963314373386258&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/113963314373386258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/113963314373386258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/2006/02/something-special-to-someone-to-much.html' title='Something Special (To Someone To Much Special)'/><author><name>José ManueL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131160659464127267</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-19211526.post-113953341040525442</id><published>2006-02-10T00:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-10T02:07:11.353Z</updated><title type='text'>Quando me quiseres (To Someone To Much Special)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3007/1897/1600/10786784022tb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3007/1897/320/10786784022tb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;Calço os meus sapatos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;Fecho a minha mala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;Pouca coisa para levar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;Quase tudo para ficar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;Lembranças não quero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;Vivencias que eu supero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;Vou com muita certeza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;Não admiro a estranheza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;De quem não me amou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;Quero a vida que tive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;Não tive e não tenho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;Nesse tempo todo que estive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;Tão próximo do anonimato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;Serei feliz à minha maneira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;Sem qualquer dor dentro do meu peito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;Na espera inutil de acabar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pergunto a mim mesmo como é possível&lt;br /&gt;Do nada surgir o tudo&lt;br /&gt;Esse tudo que és Tu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que surges sempre devagar&lt;br /&gt;Sempre meiga e carinhosa&lt;br /&gt;Sempre doce e querida&lt;br /&gt;Sempre linda e animada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Começaste por preencher o meu tempo&lt;br /&gt;Agora preenches a minha alma&lt;br /&gt;Preenches o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Com esse teu jeito sempre tão especial&lt;br /&gt;Que tão bem me faz sentir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E sempre que penso em Ti&lt;br /&gt;Sinto que posso voar&lt;br /&gt;Voar bem alto&lt;br /&gt;Nas asas de um anjo que és Tu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agora que te tenho sempre&lt;br /&gt;Presente na minha mente&lt;br /&gt;Encontro a resposta que procurava&lt;br /&gt;É possível porque Tu és tudo&lt;br /&gt;O que a vida nunca me quis dar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E de repente &lt;font&gt;ouço ao longe&lt;font&gt; uma voz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;É a felicidade que chama por mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;E com os olhos bem fechados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;Seguirei o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;E assim com toda a certeza&lt;br /&gt;Sem medos nem receios&lt;br /&gt;E com toda a convicção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;Todos os passos vou dar&lt;br 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19211526-113953341040525442?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113953341040525442/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19211526&amp;postID=113953341040525442&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/113953341040525442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/113953341040525442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/2006/02/quando-me-quiseres-to-someone-to-much.html' title='Quando me quiseres (To Someone To Much Special)'/><author><name>José ManueL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131160659464127267</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-19211526.post-113945354902816202</id><published>2006-02-09T02:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-09T02:56:16.336Z</updated><title type='text'>Meu Tudo (To Someone To Much Special)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3007/1897/1600/beijo4.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3007/1897/320/beijo4.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O que tenho de ti&lt;br /&gt;Pode parecer um nada&lt;br /&gt;Mas ao mesmo tempo&lt;br /&gt;É o meu tudo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho o teu corpo físico&lt;br /&gt;Mas a tua imagem não sai da minha mente&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho sequer o teu rosto&lt;br /&gt;Mas tenho-o tocado carinhosamente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho o teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Mas sinto os teus olhos sempre na minha mente&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho a tua boca&lt;br /&gt;Mas sinto os teus lábios sempre a beijarem-me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não ouço a tua voz&lt;br /&gt;Mas escuto o teu fervor&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho as tuas mãos&lt;br /&gt;Mas sinto-as no meu corpo, com calor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho os teus braços&lt;br /&gt;Mas sinto forte o teu abraço&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho o teu peito&lt;br /&gt;Mas nele me deito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho a tua pele, o teu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Mas sinto o teu cheiro, o teu calor&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho, enfim, nada de ti&lt;br /&gt;Mas sinto o teu AMOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;@LoveOfTheLife&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/19211526-113945354902816202?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113945354902816202/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19211526&amp;postID=113945354902816202&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/113945354902816202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/113945354902816202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/2006/02/meu-tudo-to-someone-to-much-special.html' title='Meu Tudo (To Someone To Much Special)'/><author><name>José ManueL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131160659464127267</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-19211526.post-113945270643632581</id><published>2006-02-09T02:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-09T02:38:26.450Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Por alguns motivos estive quase a tomar de decisão de fechar este blog.&lt;br /&gt;Estou um pouco farto de escrever para o nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só te queria agradecer a Ti, sabes que foste tu que me convenceste a não deixar de escrever. Obrigado por seres TU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;@LoveOfTheLife&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/19211526-113945270643632581?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113945270643632581/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19211526&amp;postID=113945270643632581&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/113945270643632581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/113945270643632581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/2006/02/por-alguns-motivos-estive-quase-tomar.html' title=''/><author><name>José ManueL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131160659464127267</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-19211526.post-113940620815825279</id><published>2006-02-08T13:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-08T13:45:58.996Z</updated><title type='text'>Ninguém</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ninguém poderia ser tão especial &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Como tu és para mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Preenches a minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;O meu coração,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;O meu mundo com tanta felicidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ninguém mais pode completar-me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Como tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Com um simples gesto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Com o teu sorriso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Com o teu carinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ninguém mais pode ser essa pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Tão especial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Tão meiga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Tão doce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Tão carinhosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Tão fascinante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Tão apaixonante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Como tu és para mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ninguém mais poderia conhecer-me e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Comprender-me melhor do que tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ninguém mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Poderia ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;O meu Amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ninguém...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;A não seres tu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;@LoveOfTheLife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19211526-113940620815825279?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113940620815825279/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19211526&amp;postID=113940620815825279&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/113940620815825279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/113940620815825279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/2006/02/ningum.html' title='Ninguém'/><author><name>José ManueL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131160659464127267</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-19211526.post-113857985968942398</id><published>2006-01-30T00:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-30T00:18:11.780Z</updated><title type='text'>Can You Do iT ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3007/1897/1600/2678556iloveyou4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3007/1897/320/2678556iloveyou4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;EMBORA NINGUÉM POSSA VOLTAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ATRÁS E FAZER UM NOVO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;RECOMEÇO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;QUALQUER UM PODE COMEÇAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;AGORA E FAZER UM NOVO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;FIM&lt;/span&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/19211526-113857985968942398?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113857985968942398/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19211526&amp;postID=113857985968942398&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/113857985968942398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/113857985968942398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/2006/01/can-you-do-it.html' title='Can You Do iT ?'/><author><name>José ManueL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131160659464127267</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-19211526.post-113857944854928020</id><published>2006-01-29T23:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-30T19:39:33.336Z</updated><title type='text'>Feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Gostaria muito que alguém podesse explicar-me porque o destino é tantas vezes tão cruel para connosco, porque é que temos de ficar tanto tempo afastados se o que mais gostamos, se o que mais nos conforta é a presença do outro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Gostaria de ter essa explicação embora ela não fosse suficiente para aliviar a dor da tua ausência, para matar a saudade que insiste em habitar o meu peito nem para devolver a alegria ao meu olhar e ao meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Na verdade, o que eu quero mesmo não é qualquer tipo de explicação. O que eu quero é estar contigo em breve, muito em breve, para poder dizer-te pessoalmente o quanto tu és importante para mim, o quanto fui feliz enquanto estiveste comigo e o quanto me entristeço por estares longe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;A distância é cruel porque, para além sa saudade, deixa-me sem saber se estás bem. Também tenho curiosidade em saber se te lembras de mim da mesma maneira que eu me lembro de ti, a cada minuto que passa (e como custam a passar estes minutos em que estás longe). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Quero estar contigo e fazer com que tu percebas, profundamente, que o meu carinho vai para além destas palavras que escrevo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6600cc;"&gt;@LoveOfTheLife&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/19211526-113857944854928020?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113857944854928020/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19211526&amp;postID=113857944854928020&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/113857944854928020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/113857944854928020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/2006/01/feeling.html' title='Feeling'/><author><name>José ManueL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131160659464127267</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-19211526.post-113768477252932858</id><published>2006-01-19T15:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-19T15:32:52.623Z</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns Joaninha</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Que encontres:&lt;br /&gt;No mundo que te envolve&lt;br /&gt;A pessoa que te entregue a felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Na tua vida&lt;br /&gt;Todas as metas a ficarem para trás&lt;br /&gt;No teu futuro&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos transformados em realidade&lt;br /&gt;E em ti&lt;br /&gt;O desejo de sempre&lt;br /&gt;Quereres mais e mais                         &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3007/1897/1600/angel1mainani1ii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3007/1897/320/angel1mainani1ii.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitas aventuras e intensos anos de existência&lt;br /&gt;Beijocas lindas&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;"nao existe maior riqueza no mundo do que aquela que e contabilizada pela quantidade de amigos"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;"amigo não e aquele que nos apara as lagrimas, mas sim aquele que senta e chora junto"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;"um amigo verdadeiro não te retira as pedras do caminho, ajuda-te a transpo-las"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;@LoveOfTheLife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19211526-113768477252932858?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113768477252932858/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19211526&amp;postID=113768477252932858&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/113768477252932858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/113768477252932858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/2006/01/parabns-joaninha.html' title='Parabéns Joaninha'/><author><name>José ManueL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131160659464127267</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-19211526.post-113749525530448647</id><published>2006-01-17T10:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-17T10:58:22.846Z</updated><title type='text'>To Someone Special</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3007/1897/1600/satyr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3007/1897/320/satyr.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;O teu brilho encantador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Entra nos meus olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;E encanta-me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Tento desviar o olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Mas não consigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;É forte demais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Esse teu brilho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;É impossível resistir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Fico encantado com a tua luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Que traz de novo esperança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;A todo o meu ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;E agora que fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Fico à espera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Que digas uma palavra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Uma palavra de carinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Mas que palavras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Que palavras vais dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Que palavras vais usar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Quando a minha mão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Apertar na tua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Quando os meus braços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Te abraçarem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;E te pedir para ficares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Só mais um dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Só mais uma noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Só mais uma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Fica comigo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Só mais uma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Noite a vencer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;@LoveOfTheLife&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/19211526-113749525530448647?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113749525530448647/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19211526&amp;postID=113749525530448647&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/113749525530448647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/113749525530448647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/2006/01/to-someone-special.html' title='To Someone Special'/><author><name>José ManueL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131160659464127267</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-19211526.post-113727019129479823</id><published>2006-01-14T20:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-14T20:23:11.390Z</updated><title type='text'>Estupidamente</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Depois de uma semana algo esquisita, paro para pensar. Acho que nunca em tão pouco tempo fiz tantas coisas certas mas que ao mesmo tempo cairam muito mal. Quando as pessoas querem arranjar desculpas para não serem felizes é no que dá. Paciencia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Mas agora o que está a dar é estudar Fundações. Tá aqui uma coisa esperta tá tá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;E como não tenho mais tempo para escrever porque as Fundações não perdoam, vou acabar deixando aquele que foi para mim até agora o momento do ano. O resto do ano dirá se foi por bons ou maus motivos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Soltou-se o beijo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Seguiu-se o estalo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;E as desculpas pelo estalo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;E por fim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Resta a lembrança &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;Do ADEUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;@LoveOfTheLife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&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/19211526-113727019129479823?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113727019129479823/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19211526&amp;postID=113727019129479823&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/113727019129479823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/113727019129479823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/2006/01/estupidamente.html' title='Estupidamente'/><author><name>José ManueL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131160659464127267</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-19211526.post-113692684711429866</id><published>2006-01-10T20:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-10T21:02:34.710Z</updated><title type='text'>BeiJo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3007/1897/1600/akissaway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3007/1897/320/akissaway.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Não posso mentir que as lagrimas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;São saudades de um beijo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vou ficar mais despido &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que um corpo vencido&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdido em desejo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leva os meus braços &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esconde-te em mim&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que a dor do silencio&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contigo eu venço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;NUM BEIJO ASSIM..&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/19211526-113692684711429866?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113692684711429866/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19211526&amp;postID=113692684711429866&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/113692684711429866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/113692684711429866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/2006/01/beijo.html' title='BeiJo'/><author><name>José ManueL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131160659464127267</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-19211526.post-113651521732417860</id><published>2006-01-06T01:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-17T21:44:21.380Z</updated><title type='text'>Numa frase</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Adriano&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Chegaste tarde mas a tempo de seres espectacular&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;És linda, obrigado por tudo o que me deste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice&lt;/span&gt; Obrigado pelas palavras amigas e por todos os conselhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Alex &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Conhecer-te foi uma oferta de sabedoria à minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Baptista &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sempre alucinado, mas sempre amigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bill &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;És sempre fantástico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Belino &lt;/span&gt;Vais ser sempre o mais animado e mais maluco á face da Terra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Carlos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Volta depressa da Polónia, fazes aqui muita falta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carina &lt;/span&gt;Estejas onde tiveres desejo-te as maiores felicidades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daniela &lt;/span&gt;Simplesmente podia e devia ter sido diferente para melhor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Denise &lt;/span&gt;A grande maluca mais querida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elisete &lt;/span&gt;És fantástica continua sempre assim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Face&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;O grande amigo de todas as horas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gi &lt;/span&gt;Nunca me vou esquecer de ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hélder&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;O grande amigo de todas as conversas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Inês &lt;/span&gt;Foi muito o tempo que passou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Como começou... Onde chegou... E onde chegará...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joaninha &lt;/span&gt;Onde andas tu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Liliana &lt;/span&gt;Um dia voltaremos a encontrarmo-nos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lucia &lt;/span&gt;Os nossos destinos não se cruzaram por acaso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mário &lt;/span&gt;O grande maluco de Braga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Márcia &lt;/span&gt;Tens um grande coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Mãe &lt;/span&gt;Uma frase não chega. És tudo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natércia &lt;/span&gt;Como o tempo voa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Odete &lt;/span&gt;Um hino á inteligência&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Uma frase não chega. És o melhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Pimpinhax&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sempre com saudades tuas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Ritinha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;És linda, querida e maravilhosa, obrigado por tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rui &lt;/span&gt;O super - informático&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Susy &lt;/span&gt;Escusava de ter sido assim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Susana &lt;/span&gt;Seis meses maravilhosos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tati &lt;/span&gt;Um pouco de ti é tudo para mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Verinha &lt;/span&gt;A loirinha mais querida e fofinha do Mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vanda &lt;/span&gt;Sempre a mesma menina linda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ZeKinha ou José Manuel ou LoveOfTheLife &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Numa frase é dificil mas todos podem tentar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Obrigado a todos porque em algum momento da minha vida vocês estiveram comigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;@LoveOfTheLife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/19211526-113651521732417860?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113651521732417860/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19211526&amp;postID=113651521732417860&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/113651521732417860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/113651521732417860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/2006/01/numa-frase.html' title='Numa frase'/><author><name>José ManueL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131160659464127267</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19211526.post-113640950095503475</id><published>2006-01-04T21:10:00.001Z</published><updated>2006-01-04T21:19:22.703Z</updated><title type='text'>O sonho é agora</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Senti o teu corpo no meu&lt;br /&gt;Suavemente&lt;br /&gt;Inocentemente&lt;br /&gt;Silenciosamente&lt;br /&gt;O que querias dizer com o teu silencio?&lt;br /&gt;Tocaste-me devagar, com receio&lt;br /&gt;Toquei-te também, com ainda mais receio&lt;br /&gt;Não sabia até onde poderia ir&lt;br /&gt;Descobri-te pouco a pouco&lt;br /&gt;Encontrei o teu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Arrepiaste-te&lt;br /&gt;Sorri &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E ali, juntos, nada mais interessava&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só o teu olhar no meu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Obrigado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;@LoveOfTheLife&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/19211526-113640950095503475?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113640950095503475/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19211526&amp;postID=113640950095503475&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/113640950095503475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/113640950095503475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/2006/01/o-sonho-agora_04.html' title='O sonho é agora'/><author><name>José ManueL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131160659464127267</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-19211526.post-113620976700600147</id><published>2006-01-02T13:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-02T13:49:27.193Z</updated><title type='text'>In The Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3007/1897/1600/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="168" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3007/1897/320/9.jpg" width="237" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Juizo, nao tenho medo, nao temo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Só tremo de pensar...mas nao penso, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;E tenso te faço viajarcom a voz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Lembro Novembro passado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Quando os dias eram curtos e as noites de fado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Rasgado, cantado, sentido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;No Deus que criamos aprendemos a viver, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;De cor,meu amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;E agora, é hora,tudo fica por fazer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Quero-te dizer mais uma vezque te amo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Talvez, te quero,te espero e desespero por ti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;E que isso só por si me chega p'ra viver,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mesmo quando só houver...silencio...imenso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;E dor, e pior meu amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;A lembranca que descansa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Os olhos teus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Nos meus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ADEUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19211526-113620976700600147?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113620976700600147/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19211526&amp;postID=113620976700600147&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/113620976700600147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/113620976700600147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/2006/01/in-eyes.html' title='In The Eyes'/><author><name>José ManueL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131160659464127267</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-19211526.post-113474420359249442</id><published>2005-12-16T14:41:00.001Z</published><updated>2005-12-16T14:48:18.043Z</updated><title type='text'>Férias</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pois é.... Tá na hora de voltar para Gouveia e passar 15 dias seguidos junto daqueles que mais gostam de mim, os meu queridos pais.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Durante os próximos 15 dias vou estar ausente da Internet, por isso queria desejar a todos um Feliz Natal.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fiquem bem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E até pró &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aaaaaannnnnnooooooooo!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;@LoveOfTheLife&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/19211526-113474420359249442?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113474420359249442/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19211526&amp;postID=113474420359249442&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/113474420359249442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/113474420359249442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/2005/12/frias_16.html' title='Férias'/><author><name>José ManueL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131160659464127267</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-19211526.post-113458695134554337</id><published>2005-12-14T18:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-14T19:02:31.366Z</updated><title type='text'>Quando te conheci</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;O mistério do amor nasceu dentro de mim e tomou conta de todo o meu ser, da minha vontade, do meu pensamento, dos meus actos. O mistério do amor chegou e alojou-se em mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Não sei como, nem como foi. Apenas aconteceu. Ah, e eu que era tão infeliz e despreocupado antes, como um barco á deriva. Eu que sentia da vida apenas os momentos mais felizes, mais inexpressivos. De repente, senti que não tinha vivido antes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Porque não consegui viver antes? Porque tudo isso tinha que acontecer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Não sei. Apenas aconteceu... Tu vieste... Não sei de onde. Surgiste... Olhaste nos meus olhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;O simples contacto das tuas mãos fazia tremer todo o meu corpo. Sentia que te amava... De repente comecei a notar que havia mais brilho no luar... Que havia mais brilho nas estrelas... Que a brisa era uma carícia meiga...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Eu sorria a propósito de qualquer coisa... Eu não me reconhecia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Senti que era amor... E que esse amor eras tu... A partir daí senti que a minha vida estava intimamente ligada á tua... Por qualquer estranho laço inexplicável. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;E desde então, sou apenas um pouco de ti. Um pouco de ti que eu amo com toda a força da minha alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;UM POUCO DE TI É TUDO PARA MIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;@LoveOfTheLife&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/19211526-113458695134554337?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113458695134554337/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19211526&amp;postID=113458695134554337&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/113458695134554337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/113458695134554337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/2005/12/quando-te-conheci.html' title='Quando te conheci'/><author><name>José ManueL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131160659464127267</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-19211526.post-113444038518422487</id><published>2005-12-13T01:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-13T02:19:45.246Z</updated><title type='text'>Fala-me de ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sempre que a noite chega, a solidão fala-me de ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E a saudade penetra o meu coração como um pouco de luar dentro de minha noite imensa. Vai deixando aos poucos o seu toque magnífico de beleza e suavidade. Assim é a saudade. Consegue transformar em beleza a tristeza infinita do presente... porque traz para mim o encanto das horas mortas do passado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Traz o gosto perdido de beijos de amor... Traz o calor dos braços inesqueciveis... Traz o eco de suas palavras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cerro os olhos e começo a recordar... Começo a pensar em ti... na saudade. Começo a pensar em ti que me abandonaste com tristeza e dor... que esqueceste que o meu amor era sincero... E não te lembraste que tudo em mim era um pouco de ti. E não pensaste que a minha vida sem a tua, era uma caminhada de tédio e de angustia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Agora estou só... E a saudade. Ela é a própria tristeza. Ah, e eu não sabia que a saudade doesse tanto, meu amor. Fico a olhar para as estrelas e implorando que me levem até ti esta minha saudade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A saudade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ela é a própria amargura... Ela é tudo o que eu tive e não tenho mais. É meu único alento. Todo meu sol, todo o meu luar... toda a minha vida... Mas graças a ela quase sinto a tua presença...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19211526-113444038518422487?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113444038518422487/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19211526&amp;postID=113444038518422487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/113444038518422487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/113444038518422487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/2005/12/fala-me-de-ti.html' title='Fala-me de ti'/><author><name>José ManueL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131160659464127267</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-19211526.post-113439900212702080</id><published>2005-12-12T14:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-12T14:50:02.146Z</updated><title type='text'>Paixão</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;    Foste tu que me ensinaste a amar. Sinto que vivi contigo algo tão intenso que sei que não será fácil senti-lo com outra pessoa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;    Onde quer que estejas, quero-te dizer que foi tão intenso e profundo que deixaste em mim marcas tão profundas que nem o tempo é capaz de apagar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;    Podes até pensar que fui eu que fugi, mas o certo é que houve sempre uma parte de mim que quis guardar-te como te conheci. Existiu uma zona cá dentro que te quis manter, sem que a passagem do tempo a podesse alterar. Quis guardar-te junto a tudo o que tenho cá dentro, bem perto do mais intimo que possuo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;    A vida agora tão inquieta pesa nos meus ombros, estou cansado de chorar de raiva por te ter deixado partir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;    A verdade é que nunca te esqueci! Preciso dizer-te centenas de vezes, necessito confirmar m mim a força que o nosso amor nunca me deixou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;    A verdade é que, como me ensinaste o amor marcaste a minha vida para todo o sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;    O meu Amor pode, por vezes, parecer-te pouco recordado, destruído pelo meu medo ou pela sucessão dos dias, mas uma coisa é certa, indiferença minha nunca tiveste...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;    Vazio, solidão, lágrimas, abandono, podes compreender agora tudo o que sinto? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;    Sabes que sempre existiu em mim um resto de amor que permaneceu em mim até hoje?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;@LoveOfTheLife&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/19211526-113439900212702080?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113439900212702080/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19211526&amp;postID=113439900212702080&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/113439900212702080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/113439900212702080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/2005/12/paixo.html' title='Paixão'/><author><name>José ManueL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131160659464127267</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-19211526.post-113439703498146721</id><published>2005-12-12T14:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-12T14:36:23.340Z</updated><title type='text'>Sem tíulo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;É muito triste viver longe, este afastamento forçado por circunstâncias adversas, alheio à nossa vontade, tem-me feito sofrer demais e penso que esse irónico e ridiculo destino tem sido muito cruel para comigo, pois não considero justo que tanta ternura e carinho sejam ultrapassados pela minha necessidade de batalhar e garantir a sobrevivencia num lugar tão distante dos teus braços. Mas, o amor é forte, verdadeiro e sobrevive. Guardo em mim o gosto bom da tua boca e a tua pele. É incrivel como, apesar de tanto tempo passado, a tua presença é tão presente, tão viva e real em mim. Queria novamente os teus cabelos no meu ombro, cruzar meu braço em ti por toda a minha vida. Queria tanto estar contigo agora, poder olhar-te novamente de perto e não conviver apenas com as infinitas imagens e lembranças que povoam o meu pensamento e a minha alma. Quero voltar a resgatar todo este amor, viver novamente contigo as melhores emoções que a minha alma já experimentou, pois tu és a coisa mais doce que aconteceu na minha vida e eu não desejo nem quero perder-te.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;@LoveOfTheLife&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/19211526-113439703498146721?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113439703498146721/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19211526&amp;postID=113439703498146721&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/113439703498146721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/113439703498146721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/2005/12/sem-tulo.html' title='Sem tíulo'/><author><name>José ManueL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131160659464127267</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-19211526.post-113434638385079488</id><published>2005-12-12T00:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-12T14:39:01.586Z</updated><title type='text'>Saudade</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Sinto Saudades. Profundas Saudades!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Queria estar agora contigo para te encher de beijos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Se tu tivesses a exacta noção da dimensão da falta que me fazes neste momento, certamente voarias até aqui só para me dar um abraço. Como é possível alguém sentir tanto a falta de outro alguém? Como é possível que o amor, algo tão abstracto, absorva tanto o pensamento de uma pessoa tão racional quanto eu julgo ser? O que há de tão forte neste sentimento? Porquê tanta vontade de te ver, de estar contigo? Eu não suporto mais estar longe de ti, pois quando estou longe de ti o tempo não passa, as horas tornam-se monótonas e não há nada que seja capaz de me consolar. Resisto à solidão e não vejo a hora de estar outra vez frente a frente contigo, podendo tocar-te e beijar-te da forma mais pura, terna e bela deste mundo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;@LoveOfTheLife&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&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/19211526-113434638385079488?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113434638385079488/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19211526&amp;postID=113434638385079488&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/113434638385079488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/113434638385079488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/2005/12/saudade.html' title='Saudade'/><author><name>José ManueL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131160659464127267</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-19211526.post-113432595344752048</id><published>2005-12-11T18:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-12T14:39:43.633Z</updated><title type='text'>Lua</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3007/1897/1600/fairymoon%7E1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3007/1897/400/fairymoon%7E1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; Vou pedir à Lua que transforme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;O longe em perto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;As lágrimas em sorrisos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;E a distãncia que nos separa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Numa força que nos una&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Para Sempre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;@LoveOfTheLife&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/19211526-113432595344752048?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113432595344752048/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19211526&amp;postID=113432595344752048&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/113432595344752048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/113432595344752048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/2005/12/lua.html' title='Lua'/><author><name>José ManueL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131160659464127267</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-19211526.post-113413253230131552</id><published>2005-12-09T12:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-09T12:48:52.303Z</updated><title type='text'>Vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Não devemos sofrer&lt;br /&gt;Por quem não merece,&lt;br /&gt;Devemo-lo fazer&lt;br /&gt;Por quem nos aquece.&lt;br /&gt;Quem nos dá dor,&lt;br /&gt;Magoa o coração&lt;br /&gt;A esse não damos valor&lt;br /&gt;Nem a torcer a mão,&lt;br /&gt;Nós não somos objectos&lt;br /&gt;Somos alguém com sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;Que sofremos,&lt;br /&gt;E ficamos com ferimentos.&lt;br /&gt;Temos de entrar na real&lt;br /&gt;De nos impor&lt;br /&gt;Se nos sentirmos mal,&lt;br /&gt;Se por nós tivemos amor.&lt;br /&gt;Estou a aprender mais sobre a vida&lt;br /&gt;Eu pensava que era colorida&lt;br /&gt;Mas, afinal, é escura&lt;br /&gt;E temos de lutar porque ela é dura,&lt;br /&gt;Lutar por aquilo que queremos&lt;br /&gt;Lutar por quem merece,&lt;br /&gt;Porque quem nos faz chorar&lt;br /&gt;Marca-nos e não se esquece.&lt;br /&gt;Saber curtir a juventude&lt;br /&gt;É uma grande virtude;&lt;br /&gt;Não devemos molhar a cara&lt;br /&gt;E fecharmo-nos na escuridão&lt;br /&gt;Mas sim ver o sol, a luz, clara&lt;br /&gt;Juntarmo-nos à multidão!&lt;br /&gt;Ultrapassar os problemas custa&lt;br /&gt;Mas só assim a vida é justa,&lt;br /&gt;Sempre de cabeça erguida&lt;br /&gt;Vamos conseguir&lt;br /&gt;Fazer a vida mais divertida&lt;br /&gt;E fazê-la a sorrir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19211526-113413253230131552?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113413253230131552/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19211526&amp;postID=113413253230131552&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/113413253230131552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/113413253230131552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/2005/12/vida.html' title='Vida'/><author><name>José ManueL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131160659464127267</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-19211526.post-113413238532291905</id><published>2005-12-09T12:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-09T12:47:55.250Z</updated><title type='text'>Será...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bateu alguém a porta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vacilei&lt;br /&gt;Não quis abrir&lt;br /&gt;Pensei k fosse a saudade&lt;br /&gt;Que me viesse perseguir;&lt;br /&gt;Bateu de novo com força,;&lt;br /&gt;Mas depressa desistiu;&lt;br /&gt;Desceu as escadas em silencio;&lt;br /&gt;Deixando na porta estas palavras fatais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EU SOU A FELICIDADE E NÃO VOLTAREI NUNCA MAIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;@LoveOfTheLife&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/19211526-113413238532291905?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113413238532291905/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19211526&amp;postID=113413238532291905&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/113413238532291905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/113413238532291905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/2005/12/ser.html' title='Será...'/><author><name>José ManueL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131160659464127267</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-19211526.post-113388699971821691</id><published>2005-12-06T16:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-06T16:36:39.733Z</updated><title type='text'>Para a Ritinha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por te preocupares comigo&lt;br /&gt;Por sempre conseguires ver quando eu não estou bem&lt;br /&gt;Por teres paciência para me ouvir&lt;br /&gt;Por me dares conselhos sempre que preciso&lt;br /&gt;Pela tua voz amiga&lt;br /&gt;Por seres sempre tão delicada&lt;br /&gt;O meu muito mas mesmo muito OBRIGADO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É óptimo ter uma amiga como tu&lt;br /&gt;Adoro-te. Não mudes nunca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com amizade&lt;br /&gt;@José Manuel&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/19211526-113388699971821691?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113388699971821691/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19211526&amp;postID=113388699971821691&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/113388699971821691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/113388699971821691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/2005/12/para-ritinha.html' title='Para a Ritinha'/><author><name>José ManueL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131160659464127267</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-19211526.post-113387398161624312</id><published>2005-12-06T12:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-06T13:01:59.556Z</updated><title type='text'>Para a Alicinha, por tanto me ensinar</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Desculpa amiguinha por não te ter avisado que iria aqui escrever sobre ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mas se não gostares, já sabes para que serve a guitarra. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Acima de tudo só te queria dizer um grande "OBRIGADO" por tudo o que me tens ajudado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Não sei se alguma vez irei poder retribuir isso tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Já te disse mil e uma vezes que és fantástica, digo mais uma "és mesmo fantástica".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;É uma honra e um privilégio ter uma amiga como tu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Só te desejo que continues assim linda e feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Com amizade @José  Manuel&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/19211526-113387398161624312?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113387398161624312/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19211526&amp;postID=113387398161624312&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/113387398161624312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/113387398161624312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/2005/12/para-alicinha-por-tanto-me-ensinar.html' title='Para a Alicinha, por tanto me ensinar'/><author><name>José ManueL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131160659464127267</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-19211526.post-113379468269742528</id><published>2005-12-05T14:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-05T23:49:28.590Z</updated><title type='text'>Medo</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Medo... é a palavra que me habita, que palpita em tudo o que faço. Medo medo e mais medo. Mas medo de quê? De quem? De tudo... Do nada... Não sei... Só medo.&lt;br /&gt;Tentando perceber o que me está a acontecer...&lt;br /&gt;Nos últimos oito ou nove meses tenha tentado conquistar um coração que me possa fazer feliz. Ainda não consegui. O problema é que parece-me que tentei vezes a mais com pessoas a mais sem que tenha alcançado nada do que pretendia. Dei tudo de mim e nunca foi suficiente, a expressão "Zé, eu adoro-te, mas mas para mim és só um amigo", é aquela que mais tenho ouvido, dita da boca de mais do que uma pessoa. É duro, gostar imenso de alguém e ter de ficar pela amizade, é o que mais me tem acontecido. Talvez me apaixone com demasiada facilidade, mas porque será que isso acontece? Com certeza que é porque um dia vivi uma relação que era quase perfeita e o desejo de voltar a construir uma relação assim é mais forte do que tudo. Será que só existe uma pessoa neste mundo que eu consiga fazer feliz? É possível e a julgar pelos meus sucessivos falhanços cada vez mais me convenço que assim é.&lt;br /&gt;Já entendi qual é o medo.&lt;br /&gt;Medo de que a única pessoa que eu um dia fiz feliz, não me dê uma última oportunidade de a voltar a fazer feliz.&lt;br /&gt;E caso isso se confirme, mais medo ainda tenho de não conseguir fazer mais ninguém feliz, e consequentemente de eu próprio não voltar a ser feliz.&lt;br /&gt;O medo é mesmo de ficar ETERNAMENTE SÓ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não consigo mais estar assim&lt;br /&gt;Não aguento o sufoco&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de respirar&lt;br /&gt;O ar&lt;br /&gt;Do amor&lt;br /&gt;Da felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Lutei&lt;br /&gt;Batalhei&lt;br /&gt;Acho que mereço&lt;br /&gt;O que vier que venha por amor&lt;br /&gt;Se quiseres voltar&lt;br /&gt;Volta por amor&lt;br /&gt;Se quiseres recomeçar&lt;br /&gt;Recomeça por amor&lt;br /&gt;Porque não é possível viver&lt;br /&gt;Sem o meu rio de felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Que corre no teu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;@LoveOfTheLife&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19211526-113379468269742528?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113379468269742528/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19211526&amp;postID=113379468269742528&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/113379468269742528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/113379468269742528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/2005/12/medo.html' title='Medo'/><author><name>José ManueL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131160659464127267</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-19211526.post-113347089442388649</id><published>2005-12-01T19:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-01T21:37:25.270Z</updated><title type='text'>Para a Tati por tantas manias me aturar</title><content type='html'>&lt;p:colorscheme colors="#ffffff,#000000,#808080,#000000,#00cc99,#3333cc,#ccccff,#b2b2b2"&gt; 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 &lt;/p:colorscheme&gt; &lt;div shape="_x0000_s1026" class="O"&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:40;"  lang="ES-MODERN" &gt;O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 153);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:40;"  lang="ES-MODERN" &gt;&lt;b&gt;INDIGO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 153);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:40;"  lang="ES-TRAD" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 153);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:40;"  lang="ES-TRAD" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:40;"  lang="ES-MODERN" &gt;É a cor da&lt;br /&gt; noite...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:40;"  lang="ES-TRAD" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:40;"  lang="ES-TRAD" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:40;"  lang="ES-TRAD" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:40;"  lang="ES-TRAD" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:40;"  lang="ES-MODERN" &gt;e dos sonhos.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p:colorscheme colors="#ffffff,#000000,#808080,#000000,#00cc99,#3333cc,#ccccff,#b2b2b2"&gt;  &lt;/p:colorscheme&gt; &lt;div shape="_x0000_s1026" class="O"&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:40;"  lang="ES-MODERN" &gt;O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 255);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:40;"  lang="ES-MODERN" &gt;&lt;b&gt;VIOLETA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:40;"  lang="ES-MODERN" &gt; é a&lt;br /&gt; cor da&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;paz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:40;"  lang="ES-TRAD" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:40;"  lang="ES-TRAD" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:40;"  lang="ES-MODERN" &gt;do mar profundo&lt;br /&gt; e dos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:40;"  lang="ES-TRAD" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:40;"  lang="ES-TRAD" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:40;"  lang="ES-MODERN" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;raios do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:40;"  lang="ES-TRAD" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:40;"  lang="ES-TRAD" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:40;"  lang="ES-MODERN" &gt;amanhecer.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p:colorscheme colors="#ffffff,#000000,#808080,#000000,#00cc99,#3333cc,#ccccff,#b2b2b2"&gt;  &lt;/p:colorscheme&gt; &lt;div shape="_x0000_s1026" class="O"&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:40;"  lang="ES-MODERN" &gt;A vida é um&lt;br /&gt; arco íris&lt;br /&gt;maravilhoso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:40;"  lang="ES-MODERN" &gt;e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:40;"  lang="ES-MODERN" &gt;lembra que&lt;br /&gt; para veres&lt;br /&gt;um arco íris...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:40;"  lang="ES-MODERN" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:40;"  lang="ES-MODERN" &gt;Tens  que&lt;br /&gt;tolerar a chuva!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p:colorscheme colors="#ffffff,#000000,#808080,#000000,#00cc99,#3333cc,#ccccff,#b2b2b2"&gt;  &lt;/p:colorscheme&gt; &lt;div shape="_x0000_s1026" class="O"&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:54;"  lang="ES-MODERN" &gt;Lembra-te...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:54;"  lang="ES-MODERN" &gt;quem tem amigos&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:54;"  lang="ES-TRAD" &gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:54;"  lang="ES-MODERN" &gt;unca &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:54;"  lang="ES-TRAD" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:54;"  lang="ES-MODERN" &gt;fracassa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:54;"  lang="ES-TRAD" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:54;"  lang="ES-MODERN" &gt;porque não&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:54;"  lang="ES-TRAD" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:54;"  lang="ES-MODERN" &gt;esta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:54;"  lang="ES-TRAD" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:54;"  lang="ES-MODERN" &gt;sozinho! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:40;"  lang="ES-MODERN" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Com amizade @José Manuel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:40;"  lang="ES-MODERN" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19211526-113347089442388649?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113347089442388649/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19211526&amp;postID=113347089442388649&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/113347089442388649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/113347089442388649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/2005/12/para-tati-por-tantas-manias-me-aturar.html' title='Para a Tati por tantas manias me aturar'/><author><name>José ManueL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131160659464127267</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-19211526.post-113339709740897706</id><published>2005-12-01T00:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-01T00:31:37.410Z</updated><title type='text'>Para a Verinha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3007/1897/1600/beb??4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3007/1897/320/beb%3F%3F4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algumas linhas dedicadas à loirinha :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os teus olhinhos precisam de brilhar outra vez&lt;br /&gt;O teu sorriso precisa de voltar outra vez a ser grande e colorido&lt;br /&gt;A tua carinha não pode ser um arco-iris porque só se costuma pintar de vermelho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fica boa depressa&lt;br /&gt;Um grande beijo deste teu amigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;estarei sempre aqui quando precisares de falar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;@Loveofthelife&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19211526-113339709740897706?l=loveofthelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113339709740897706/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19211526&amp;postID=113339709740897706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/113339709740897706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19211526/posts/default/113339709740897706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveofthelife.blogspot.com/2005/12/para-verinha.html' title='Para a Verinha'/><author><name>José ManueL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14131160659464127267</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-19211526.post-113268599564320024</id><published>2005-11-22T18:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-22T18:59:55.670Z</updated><title type='text'>Cartograficamente falando...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3007/1897/1600/500k_2_gva_cvl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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