<?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-20637021</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:13:52.545Z</updated><title type='text'>Devaneios</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apensarmorreuumburro.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20637021/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apensarmorreuumburro.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ju</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20637021.post-4737207406134088881</id><published>2009-02-11T12:53:00.002-01:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T12:57:16.089-01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O tempo corre. Nao, foge. Dizem que e' o que fazemos dele - e' mesmo? O tempo fugiu-me entre os dedos ou entre os cabelos que e' como quem diz que fugiu por entre pequenas frestas do meu corpo, ainda que eu o tenha tentado contrariar. Mas foi assim mesmo, fugiu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20637021-4737207406134088881?l=apensarmorreuumburro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apensarmorreuumburro.blogspot.com/feeds/4737207406134088881/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20637021&amp;postID=4737207406134088881' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20637021/posts/default/4737207406134088881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20637021/posts/default/4737207406134088881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apensarmorreuumburro.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-tempo-corre.html' title=''/><author><name>ju</name><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-20637021.post-116569977007822825</id><published>2006-12-09T20:21:00.000-01:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T20:29:30.093-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pezinhos de lã (ou de chumbo?!)</title><content type='html'>Esta manhã levantei-me e pus um pé no chão. Mas foi um pé a sério, de quem já se sente meia cá. (Já não era sem tempo!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faz-me confusão olhar para estes meus dias como se de uma vitrine se tratasse - ainda não me (re)identifico com as rotinas, com os lugares, com os programas.&lt;br /&gt;Com tudo e com todos.&lt;br /&gt;Empenhei-me tanto em tranferir-me para lá que está a custar "chegar".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas hoje já pus um pé no chão, amanhã será a vez do outro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20637021-116569977007822825?l=apensarmorreuumburro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apensarmorreuumburro.blogspot.com/feeds/116569977007822825/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20637021&amp;postID=116569977007822825' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20637021/posts/default/116569977007822825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20637021/posts/default/116569977007822825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apensarmorreuumburro.blogspot.com/2006/12/pezinhos-de-l-ou-de-chumbo.html' title='Pezinhos de lã (ou de chumbo?!)'/><author><name>ju</name><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-20637021.post-116568657023841207</id><published>2006-12-09T16:20:00.000-01:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T16:50:25.623-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Colorir Dezembro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/528/562/1600/357940/pai%20natal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/528/562/320/579972/pai%20natal.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem passei uma tarde bem ao estilo da quadra: colaborei arduamente na montagem da árvore de Natal (longe vão os tempos em que eu exigia um pinheiro natural - a consciência chegou entretanto). Já não me entusiasmo com estas tarefas, de modo que fui adiando este dia até já não aguentar mais a pressão juvenil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando se pensa nos feriados de Dezembro vêm sempre à memória o frio, os narizes e bochechas rosadas, as mantas de xadrez (ía escrever quadrados, mas de quadrados são feitas as toalhas de mesa e essas lembram os piqueniques e o Verão - nada a ver, portanto), uns filmes da treta e céus cinzentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este mês é sempre mais doce. &lt;em&gt;Porquê?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como sempre, vou-me &lt;strong&gt;encher &lt;/strong&gt;disso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20637021-116568657023841207?l=apensarmorreuumburro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apensarmorreuumburro.blogspot.com/feeds/116568657023841207/comments/default' title='Enviar 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type='html'>Dica para rir: Juntem-se a mim, que segui o conselho dos GATO FEDORENTO, e vão visitar o site da Ana Malhoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(http://www.anamalhoaoficialsite.com/)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20637021-115436673840452786?l=apensarmorreuumburro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apensarmorreuumburro.blogspot.com/feeds/115436673840452786/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20637021&amp;postID=115436673840452786' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20637021/posts/default/115436673840452786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20637021/posts/default/115436673840452786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apensarmorreuumburro.blogspot.com/2006/07/de-gosto-duvidoso.html' title='De gosto duvidoso'/><author><name>ju</name><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-20637021.post-115436657580786499</id><published>2006-07-31T17:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-31T17:22:55.820Z</updated><title type='text'>Preparada para o Verão</title><content type='html'>Novo "eu", redescoberto este ano.&lt;br /&gt;Ficam pedaços, outros deitei fora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Novas companhias.&lt;br /&gt;Restam as antigas que valiam a pena, a que se juntam outras, frescas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Novas bandas sonoras.&lt;br /&gt;Nada de nostalgias (chega!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20637021-115436657580786499?l=apensarmorreuumburro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apensarmorreuumburro.blogspot.com/feeds/115436657580786499/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20637021&amp;postID=115436657580786499' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20637021/posts/default/115436657580786499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20637021/posts/default/115436657580786499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apensarmorreuumburro.blogspot.com/2006/07/preparada-para-o-vero.html' title='Preparada para o Verão'/><author><name>ju</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20637021&amp;postID=115412770944079525' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20637021/posts/default/115412770944079525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20637021/posts/default/115412770944079525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apensarmorreuumburro.blogspot.com/2006/07/n-na-garganta.html' title='Nó na garganta'/><author><name>ju</name><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-20637021.post-115092493365173843</id><published>2006-06-21T21:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-21T21:22:13.666Z</updated><title type='text'>Adios</title><content type='html'>Estou tão cheia destes &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;risos cheios&lt;/span&gt; de &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;momentos cheios&lt;/span&gt; de &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nadas cheios de &lt;strong&gt;importância&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas despedidas nunca digo tudo, nunca olho para o que quero reter, nunca prometo o que sinto. Acho que um adeus é isso mesmo, um não há mais nada para dizer, para ver, para prometer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas esta despedida é um até já... e é uma delícia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou CHEIA de ti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20637021-115092493365173843?l=apensarmorreuumburro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apensarmorreuumburro.blogspot.com/feeds/115092493365173843/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20637021&amp;postID=115092493365173843' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20637021/posts/default/115092493365173843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20637021/posts/default/115092493365173843'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na noite inclinada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de melancolia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Procura.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Procura a maravilha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20637021-114968276967225111?l=apensarmorreuumburro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apensarmorreuumburro.blogspot.com/feeds/114968276967225111/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20637021&amp;postID=114968276967225111' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20637021/posts/default/114968276967225111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20637021/posts/default/114968276967225111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apensarmorreuumburro.blogspot.com/2006/06/donde-est.html' title='Donde está?'/><author><name>ju</name><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-20637021.post-114786028580594239</id><published>2006-05-17T10:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-17T10:04:45.833Z</updated><title type='text'>(PESADO) "Futuro", Julio Cortázar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y sé muy bien que no estarás.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No estarás en la calle,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;en el murmullo que brota de noche de los postes de alumbrado,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ni en el gesto de elegir el menú,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ni en la sonrisa que alivia los completos en los subtes,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ni en los libros prestados ni en el hasta mañana.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No estarás en mis sueños,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;en el destino original de mis palabras,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ni en una cifra telefónica estarás&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o en el color de un par de guantes o una blusa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me enojaré, amor mío, sin que sea por ti,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y compraré bombones pero no para ti,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me pararé en la esquina a la que no vendrás,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y diré las palabras que se dicen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y comeré las cosas que se comen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y soñaré los sueños que se sueñan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y sé muy bien que no estarás,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ni aquí adentro, la cárcel donde aún te retengo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ni allí fuera, este río de calles y de puentes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No estarás para nada,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no serás ni recuerdo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y cuando piense en ti pensaré un pensamiento&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que oscuramente trata de acordarse de ti.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20637021-114786028580594239?l=apensarmorreuumburro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apensarmorreuumburro.blogspot.com/feeds/114786028580594239/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20637021&amp;postID=114786028580594239' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20637021/posts/default/114786028580594239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20637021/posts/default/114786028580594239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apensarmorreuumburro.blogspot.com/2006/05/pesado-futuro-julio-cortzar.html' title='(PESADO) &quot;Futuro&quot;, Julio Cortázar'/><author><name>ju</name><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-20637021.post-114785870259188277</id><published>2006-05-17T09:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-17T09:38:22.603Z</updated><title type='text'>Eu acredito</title><content type='html'>Que os meus cabelos foram feitos para andar ao vento&lt;br /&gt;Que os meus olhos vêem paragens distantes&lt;br /&gt;Que a minha boca sabe sussurrar palavras doces&lt;br /&gt;Que os meus dentes rangem entrelinhas&lt;br /&gt;Que os meus ouvidos descortinam ritmos imperceptíveis&lt;br /&gt;Que o meu pescoço dá voltas sobre si&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que as minhas mãos deslaçam qualquer nó.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20637021-114785870259188277?l=apensarmorreuumburro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apensarmorreuumburro.blogspot.com/feeds/114785870259188277/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20637021&amp;postID=114785870259188277' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20637021/posts/default/114785870259188277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20637021/posts/default/114785870259188277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apensarmorreuumburro.blogspot.com/2006/05/eu-acredito.html' title='Eu acredito'/><author><name>ju</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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/&gt;Porque a vida está feita de caminhos tortos, de escolhas estranhas, de olhos fechados e acenos alegres, mas os murros no estômago vêm sempre de punhos destroçados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sabe bem dar voz aos meus arrepios, tão frios nuns dias e tão quentes noutros.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faz parte deste meu viver o momento dar tanta importância a &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;coisas pequenas&lt;/span&gt;... que à luz de outros olhos (e de outros dias) não passam disso mesmo, de &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;coisas pequenas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20637021-114745851529182157?l=apensarmorreuumburro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20637021.post-114436322173523077</id><published>2006-04-06T22:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-06T22:40:21.750Z</updated><title type='text'>Súplica</title><content type='html'>Agora que o silêncio é um mar sem ondas,&lt;br /&gt;E que nele posso navegar sem rumo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não respondas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Às urgentes perguntas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que te fiz.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Deixa-me ser feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Assim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Já tão longe de ti como de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perde-se a vida a desejá-la tanto.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só soubemos sofrer, enquanto&lt;br /&gt;O nosso amor&lt;br /&gt;Durou.&lt;br /&gt;Mas o tempo passou,&lt;br /&gt;Há calmaria...&lt;br /&gt;Não perturbes a paz que me foi dada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ouvir de novo a tua voz seria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Matar a sede com água salgada. &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/20637021-114436322173523077?l=apensarmorreuumburro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apensarmorreuumburro.blogspot.com/feeds/114436322173523077/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20637021&amp;postID=114436322173523077' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20637021/posts/default/114436322173523077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20637021/posts/default/114436322173523077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apensarmorreuumburro.blogspot.com/2006/04/splica.html' title='Súplica'/><author><name>ju</name><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-20637021.post-114218195768158862</id><published>2006-03-12T15:41:00.000-01:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T15:45:57.706-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Times like these</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;What will be will be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And so it goes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it always goes on and on...&lt;br /&gt;On and on it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And there has always been &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;laughing&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;crying&lt;/span&gt;, birth, and dying&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys and girls with hearts that take and give and break&lt;br /&gt;And heal and grow and recreate and raise and nurture&lt;br /&gt;But then hurt from time to time like these&lt;br /&gt;And times like those&lt;br /&gt;And what will be will be&lt;br /&gt;And so it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And there will always be &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;stop and go&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fast and slow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Action&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Reaction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;sticks&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;stones&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;broken bones&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those for peace and those for war&lt;br /&gt;And god bless these ones, not those ones&lt;br /&gt;But these ones made times like these&lt;br /&gt;And times like those&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;But somehow I know it won't be the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Somehow I know it will never be the same.&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/20637021-114218195768158862?l=apensarmorreuumburro.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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20637021.post-114106156068698697</id><published>2006-02-27T16:28:00.000-01:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T16:32:40.713-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Na corda bamba</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Esta manhã foi uma palavra que não existe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Mas que é intensa. E carregada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gostei de te sentir pequeno nos meus braços, cabeça no meu peito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Os nossos passos andam trocados; mas é inevitável não cruzar olhares.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As tuas pestanas são este meu mundo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Não me feches os olhos!&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/20637021-114106156068698697?l=apensarmorreuumburro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apensarmorreuumburro.blogspot.com/feeds/114106156068698697/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20637021&amp;postID=114106156068698697' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20637021/posts/default/114106156068698697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20637021/posts/default/114106156068698697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apensarmorreuumburro.blogspot.com/2006/02/na-corda-bamba.html' title='Na corda bamba'/><author><name>ju</name><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-20637021.post-114089122814540003</id><published>2006-02-25T17:03:00.000-01:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T17:13:48.166-01:00</updated><title type='text'>All you need is love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;We should be lovers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We Cant do that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;We should be lovers and thats a fact!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No nothing would keep us together&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;We could still time just for one day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;We could be heros for ever and ever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;  &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we could be heros for ever and ever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;  We could be heros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;  Just because I ... I will always love you (I have always loved you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How wonderful life is now you're in the world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Entre a espada e a parede, o medo de ter e o de perder, o devaneio e o pé na terra, o tremor quente e o suor frio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Não me faças isso&lt;/span&gt; - já sinto o final; e &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;dói&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20637021-114089122814540003?l=apensarmorreuumburro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apensarmorreuumburro.blogspot.com/feeds/114089122814540003/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20637021&amp;postID=114089122814540003' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20637021/posts/default/114089122814540003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20637021/posts/default/114089122814540003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apensarmorreuumburro.blogspot.com/2006/02/all-you-need-is-love.html' title='All you need is love'/><author><name>ju</name><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-20637021.post-113958617006312584</id><published>2006-02-10T14:41:00.000-01:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T14:42:50.076-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem te avisa ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Quando um dia acordares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;numa noite sem mentira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;e te vires onde não estás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;vais querer voltar para trás.&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/20637021-113958617006312584?l=apensarmorreuumburro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apensarmorreuumburro.blogspot.com/feeds/113958617006312584/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20637021&amp;postID=113958617006312584' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20637021/posts/default/113958617006312584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20637021/posts/default/113958617006312584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apensarmorreuumburro.blogspot.com/2006/02/quem-te-avisa.html' title='Quem te avisa ...'/><author><name>ju</name><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-20637021.post-113953133214955325</id><published>2006-02-09T23:21:00.000-01:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T23:28:52.160-01:00</updated><title type='text'>De um sonho para outro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje a nostalgia tocou-me nas costas. Três pancadinhas leves, para me lembrar de ti. Tenho imensas saudades tuas e do que somos quando estamos juntos. Parece sempre irreal ou demasiado perfeito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sabes que mais? Para mim foi tudo um sonho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Agora vivo acordada, não separo mundos; e tu ficaste no meu íntimo como uma sombra. Consumimo-nos, gastámo-nos, esgotámo-nos. Vivemo-lo sempre em segredo, longe de todos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Acabou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sem rancores, sem ódios, sem indiferenças. Pus-te um ponto final.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Parágrafo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Só espero que também tenhas deixado de sonhar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eu já vivo outro filme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20637021-113953133214955325?l=apensarmorreuumburro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apensarmorreuumburro.blogspot.com/feeds/113953133214955325/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20637021&amp;postID=113953133214955325' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20637021/posts/default/113953133214955325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20637021/posts/default/113953133214955325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apensarmorreuumburro.blogspot.com/2006/02/de-um-sonho-para-outro.html' title='De um sonho para outro'/><author><name>ju</name><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-20637021.post-113940644550916171</id><published>2006-02-08T12:32:00.000-01:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T12:47:25.516-01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoje acordei com este sorriso na cara. Brilhante, meigo, delicioso.&lt;br /&gt;A pensar em ti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20637021-113940644550916171?l=apensarmorreuumburro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apensarmorreuumburro.blogspot.com/feeds/113940644550916171/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20637021&amp;postID=113940644550916171' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20637021/posts/default/113940644550916171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20637021/posts/default/113940644550916171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apensarmorreuumburro.blogspot.com/2006/02/hoje-acordei-com-este-sorriso-na-cara.html' title=''/><author><name>ju</name><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-20637021.post-113936552376959965</id><published>2006-02-08T01:21:00.000-01:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T01:25:23.780-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Aqui entre nós</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Construir um puzzle de mil peças não é fácil. Começa-se pelos cantos, pelas arestas. Depois discutem-se os detalhes, formam-se as bases, as imagens de fundo. E para o fim fica a imensidão do azul do céu e o verde esperança das árvores. Às vezes, o negro dos espaços vazios...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Descobrir-te é um desafio; dar-me a conhecer é uma aventura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20637021-113936552376959965?l=apensarmorreuumburro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apensarmorreuumburro.blogspot.com/feeds/113936552376959965/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20637021&amp;postID=113936552376959965' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20637021/posts/default/113936552376959965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20637021/posts/default/113936552376959965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apensarmorreuumburro.blogspot.com/2006/02/aqui-entre-ns.html' title='Aqui entre nós'/><author><name>ju</name><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-20637021.post-113918348456520422</id><published>2006-02-05T22:44:00.000-01:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T22:51:24.580-01:00</updated><title type='text'>2 semanas</title><content type='html'>Andamos assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Dá!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Não dou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Faz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Não faço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Anda!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não vou.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sai!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Não saio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Longe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perto.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mais perto.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;E longe outra vez!&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/20637021-113918348456520422?l=apensarmorreuumburro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apensarmorreuumburro.blogspot.com/feeds/113918348456520422/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20637021&amp;postID=113918348456520422' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20637021/posts/default/113918348456520422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20637021/posts/default/113918348456520422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apensarmorreuumburro.blogspot.com/2006/02/2-semanas.html' title='2 semanas'/><author><name>ju</name><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-20637021.post-113823649447746651</id><published>2006-01-25T23:45:00.000-01:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T23:49:19.860-01:00</updated><title type='text'>De cabeça perdida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Acho que ando insatisfeita. Comigo e com tudo aquilo que espero dos dias. Tanto de novo, tanto de bom e eu continuo a sentir-me assim. Hoje conversei contigo e esclareci-me; preciso de transformar o meu problema na minha meta. Tenho de me dedicar - talvez seja esse o rumo que me faz falta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Porque não tentar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20637021-113823649447746651?l=apensarmorreuumburro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apensarmorreuumburro.blogspot.com/feeds/113823649447746651/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20637021&amp;postID=113823649447746651' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20637021/posts/default/113823649447746651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20637021/posts/default/113823649447746651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apensarmorreuumburro.blogspot.com/2006/01/de-cabea-perdida.html' title='De cabeça perdida'/><author><name>ju</name><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-20637021.post-113719679177867048</id><published>2006-01-13T22:51:00.000-01:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T22:59:51.780-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Shiu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não imaginas como gostei deste fim de tarde. Porque tu enches-me de minutos meigos. E passeios doces. Não to mostro. Porque não posso. Nem quero. Penso tanto que também devia ser assim mais vezes. Como tu. Que tens sempre um abraço forte para mim. E não te importas que eu te vire a cara.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tenho o meu pulso à flor da pele. Encho a minha vida de se's. Isto vai mudar. Hoje explodi por dentro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Por favor, não contes a ninguém.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20637021-113719679177867048?l=apensarmorreuumburro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apensarmorreuumburro.blogspot.com/feeds/113719679177867048/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20637021&amp;postID=113719679177867048' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20637021/posts/default/113719679177867048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20637021/posts/default/113719679177867048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apensarmorreuumburro.blogspot.com/2006/01/shiu.html' title='Shiu'/><author><name>ju</name><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-20637021.post-113719620844921571</id><published>2006-01-13T22:41:00.000-01:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T22:50:08.473-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it die</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;( written by Feist )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Let it die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;get out of my mind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We don't see eye to eye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or hear ear to ear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't you wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that we could forget that kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And see this for what it is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;That we're not in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The saddest part of a broken heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Isn't the ending so much as the start&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was hard to tell just how I felt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To not recognize myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I started to fade away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And after all it won't take long to fall in love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I know what I don't want&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I learned that with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The saddest part of a broken heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Isn't the ending so much as the start&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The tragedy starts from the very first spark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Losing your mind for the sake of your heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The saddest part of a broken heart &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isn't the ending so much as the start&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Agora que acordo serena não me incomodes mais. Quero os meus dias assim, sem ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Desculpa, mas sou diferente quando deixas de existir ao meu lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E sou melhor!&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/20637021-113719620844921571?l=apensarmorreuumburro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apensarmorreuumburro.blogspot.com/feeds/113719620844921571/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20637021&amp;postID=113719620844921571' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20637021/posts/default/113719620844921571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20637021/posts/default/113719620844921571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apensarmorreuumburro.blogspot.com/2006/01/let-it-die.html' title='Let it die'/><author><name>ju</name><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-20637021.post-113693145634119778</id><published>2006-01-10T21:09:00.000-01:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T21:17:36.360-01:00</updated><title type='text'>São dias que passam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tenho esticado os meus dias. Ainda agora, ao jantar, conversava sobre a sensação estranha de mal me lembrar do que fiz de manhã! O meu acordar tranquilo está tão distante deste momento...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mas quando páro e me lembro de ti fico ainda mais cansada, mais saturada, como se carregasse mais que os livros que tenho na mão ou a roupa que levo vestida. E penso como é tão triste sentir isto; perceber que te vou pondo de lado, que te vou querendo esquecer, que vais ficando para trás na minha vida... como as horas que vão passando sem eu dar conta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No fim? Não, já não vais deixar nenhum vazio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nunca mais te deixo fazer isso&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/20637021-113693145634119778?l=apensarmorreuumburro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apensarmorreuumburro.blogspot.com/feeds/113693145634119778/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20637021&amp;postID=113693145634119778' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20637021/posts/default/113693145634119778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20637021/posts/default/113693145634119778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apensarmorreuumburro.blogspot.com/2006/01/so-dias-que-passam.html' title='São dias que passam'/><author><name>ju</name><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-20637021.post-113668234776779754</id><published>2006-01-08T00:02:00.000-01:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T21:19:08.800-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Olfacto apurado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje dei comigo a pensar em cheiros. Mas aqueles que são especiais para mim. E únicos. Cheiro a sono. Cheiro a preguiça. Cheiro a frio (ou a Inverno).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cheiro a quente. O teu quente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20637021-113668234776779754?l=apensarmorreuumburro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apensarmorreuumburro.blogspot.com/feeds/113668234776779754/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20637021&amp;postID=113668234776779754' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20637021/posts/default/113668234776779754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20637021/posts/default/113668234776779754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apensarmorreuumburro.blogspot.com/2006/01/olfacto-apurado.html' title='Olfacto apurado'/><author><name>ju</name><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-20637021.post-113659447019270622</id><published>2006-01-06T23:34:00.000-01:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T00:00:42.723-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolução do Ano Novo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soltei-o.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Um grito silencioso que vivia na minha garganta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não faltou nenhuma palavra; já não aguentava estas cócegas na barriga.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20637021-113659447019270622?l=apensarmorreuumburro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apensarmorreuumburro.blogspot.com/feeds/113659447019270622/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20637021&amp;postID=113659447019270622' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20637021/posts/default/113659447019270622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20637021/posts/default/113659447019270622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apensarmorreuumburro.blogspot.com/2006/01/resoluo-do-ano-novo.html' title='Resolução do Ano Novo'/><author><name>ju</name><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></feed>
