<?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-182494138683044591</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:59:42.251Z</updated><category term='espaço e-mail'/><category term='Hoje sinto-me...'/><category term='SMS'/><category term='Perdida por aí...'/><category term='Dedicado'/><category term='O que me deixa fula...'/><category term='Brincadeiras'/><category term='Orgulho em...'/><category term='Foto de ouro'/><category term='Musica'/><category term='Gosto de...'/><category term='Deuses Gregos'/><category term='Homenagem'/><category term='Casualidades'/><category term='Humor'/><category term='Pensamento solto'/><category term='A pensar em ti'/><category term='Do fundo do bau'/><category term='A ti...'/><category term='Comemorações'/><category term='Hoje apetecia-me...'/><category term='O que me deixa a pensar'/><category term='Revolta'/><category term='Desabafo'/><title type='text'>Espaço Dos Sentidos</title><subtitle type='html'>Perdidamente... vou-me encontrando onde menos me procuro...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>109</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-2158725321812575064</id><published>2009-10-14T11:08:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T11:19:01.088+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamento solto'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4OmmMFcNMag/R8XveiYnKtI/AAAAAAAAA-k/9T5oNkqbxH0/s400/Felicidade0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 361px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4OmmMFcNMag/R8XveiYnKtI/AAAAAAAAA-k/9T5oNkqbxH0/s400/Felicidade0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/182494138683044591-2158725321812575064?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/2158725321812575064/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=2158725321812575064&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/2158725321812575064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/2158725321812575064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4OmmMFcNMag/R8XveiYnKtI/AAAAAAAAA-k/9T5oNkqbxH0/s72-c/Felicidade0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-8935694826267666859</id><published>2009-10-14T11:03:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T11:08:18.670+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamento solto'/><title type='text'>Cheguei...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh260/aondenamoro_fotos/SENTIMENTOS/felicidade/Feliz-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 317px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh260/aondenamoro_fotos/SENTIMENTOS/felicidade/Feliz-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Estou feliz, e isso ninguém me tira. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sinto-me novamente como uma criança.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tudo me fascina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tudo me alegra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Parece que tudo é mágico...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enfim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O sorriso está estampado no meu rosto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/182494138683044591-8935694826267666859?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/8935694826267666859/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=8935694826267666859&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/8935694826267666859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/8935694826267666859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2009/10/cheguei.html' title='Cheguei...'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-2783768108504686987</id><published>2009-05-02T23:09:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T23:24:44.634+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafo'/><title type='text'>Palavras, onde estão?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://slsnake.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/palavras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 476px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://slsnake.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/palavras.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Falta-me inspiração... Quero escrever, quero relatar tudo aquilo que sinto, tudo o que penso, mas falta-me a palavras. Desapareci uns longos meses... Não o abandonei, não me esqueci deste canto. Apenas sinto-me vazia...&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/182494138683044591-2783768108504686987?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/2783768108504686987/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=2783768108504686987&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/2783768108504686987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/2783768108504686987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2009/05/palavras-onde-estao.html' title='Palavras, onde estão?'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-1054811816673561199</id><published>2008-10-11T22:01:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T22:19:59.119+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais um dia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/SPEYTdYzqWI/AAAAAAAAALw/cCSNLCxYjR0/s1600-h/aii.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256008962703337826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/SPEYTdYzqWI/AAAAAAAAALw/cCSNLCxYjR0/s400/aii.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sinto-me cansada. Tento estar presente, mas acabo por estar distante. Pareço estar atenta, mas no fundo não estou. Aquilo que me dizem já pouco me importa. Ando exausta. Preciso de uns dias para mim, só para mim. Esta coisa de trabalhar, ser mãe e tratar de um apartamento em remodelação tem muito que se lhe diga, mas sei que vai valer a pena. Quando as obras terminarem vai tudo alterar, mas enquanto esse dia não chega o merecido descanso parece-me uma mera ilusão...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quero de volta os dias de descanso, os nossos passeios, os nossos momentos. O teu sorriso!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/182494138683044591-1054811816673561199?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/1054811816673561199/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=1054811816673561199&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/1054811816673561199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/1054811816673561199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2008/10/mais-um-dia.html' title='Mais um dia...'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/SPEYTdYzqWI/AAAAAAAAALw/cCSNLCxYjR0/s72-c/aii.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-1946046227519152591</id><published>2008-07-16T21:21:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T21:28:31.537+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gosto de...'/><title type='text'>Gosto de...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/SH5Zv2FI-FI/AAAAAAAAALo/4kyWnQTgMpQ/s1600-h/love%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223711296302151762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/SH5Zv2FI-FI/AAAAAAAAALo/4kyWnQTgMpQ/s400/love%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;... aqueles momentos nossos... só nossos. Fazes-me sentir especial!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/182494138683044591-1946046227519152591?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/1946046227519152591/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=1946046227519152591&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/1946046227519152591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/1946046227519152591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2008/07/gosto-de.html' title='Gosto de...'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/SH5Zv2FI-FI/AAAAAAAAALo/4kyWnQTgMpQ/s72-c/love%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-5196420364940321612</id><published>2008-07-13T17:01:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T17:47:13.562+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SMS'/><title type='text'>Espaço SMS #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/SHou4VuVK9I/AAAAAAAAALg/GlAGWZW0_XE/s1600-h/sms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222538263328533458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/SHou4VuVK9I/AAAAAAAAALg/GlAGWZW0_XE/s400/sms.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sonha com o queres sonhar... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai onde queres ir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procura ser aquilo que queres e desejas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque vida é só uma, existe uma só possibilidade de fazeres aquilo que desejas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arranja provas para te tornares forte, lágrimas para te sentires humano e esperança para poderes ser feliz ao lado de quem amas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vive a vida de maneira a que no final sorrias...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida não se conta pelo número de respiros, nem pelos anos que passam. A vida conta-se, sim, pelos momentos que nos deixam sem respirar, pelos sorrisos (tanto recebidos como oferecidos) e também pelas lágrimas que por vezes teimam em deslizar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enviada por: Nuno Freitas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Recebi este SMS, vindo da Madeira. Tal como eu recebi, mais uns quantos o receberam, mas confesso que este pequeno texto deixou-ma a pensar. E chegeui à conclusão... Eu só comecei a viver a partir do momento que soube que estava grávida (em Agosto de 2000). Desde então têm sido muitos momentos que me deixaram sem respirar, umas largas centenas de sorrisos e umas quantas lágrimas (de tristeza e de felicidade à mistura). &lt;/span&gt;&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/182494138683044591-5196420364940321612?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/5196420364940321612/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=5196420364940321612&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/5196420364940321612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/5196420364940321612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2008/07/espao-sms-1.html' title='Espaço SMS #1'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/SHou4VuVK9I/AAAAAAAAALg/GlAGWZW0_XE/s72-c/sms.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-8791904264581239603</id><published>2008-06-29T18:10:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T18:16:35.574+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orgulho em...'/><title type='text'>Um Sorriso...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/SGfCSwRvgPI/AAAAAAAAALY/C8-oBs2USKo/s1600-h/sorriso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217352320784761074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/SGfCSwRvgPI/AAAAAAAAALY/C8-oBs2USKo/s400/sorriso.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; ... teu é o que basta para iluminar o meu dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;És o meu mundo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/182494138683044591-8791904264581239603?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/8791904264581239603/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=8791904264581239603&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/8791904264581239603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/8791904264581239603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2008/06/um-sorriso.html' title='Um Sorriso...'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/SGfCSwRvgPI/AAAAAAAAALY/C8-oBs2USKo/s72-c/sorriso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-4866182871957107134</id><published>2008-04-27T16:06:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T17:04:06.889+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musica'/><title type='text'>Backstreets back, alright!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/SBSilVOHXQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/i8u0YFtqzxI/s1600-h/DSC02149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193955032500231426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/SBSilVOHXQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/i8u0YFtqzxI/s400/DSC02149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No passado dia 25 Abril assisti a mais um grande concerto da maior "boys band" dos anos 90. Os BACKSTREET BOYS voltaram ao território Luso passados 2 anos e 5 meses do seu último concerto cá. É verdade, voltaram com menos um elemento, que por motivos pessoais abandonou a banda, mas o espírito deles, a energia e sobretudo os seus dotes musicais e corporais continuam em alta... Isto tendo em conta que este grupo já leva 15 anos de existência. Ou seja, aquelas miúdas de há 12/13 anos atrás que gritavam e aguardavam ansiosamente por uma visita nem que fosse do tipo relâmpago, actualmente estarão na casa dos 20 anos perto dos 30, esses momentos já lá vão, mas pelo o k assisti posso afirmar que este grupo continua a ir pelo bom caminho. Animaram o público durante cerca de 2 horas. O pessoal pulou, gritou, cantou, vibrou sei lá, o pessoal simplesmente adorou. Ok, reconheço que o palco esteve um pouco pobre, mas o jogo das luzes esteve uma verdadeira loucura. O pavilhão atlântico esteve longe de estar lotado, já lá vai o tempo em que eles esgotavam os seus espectáculos em menos de nada, mas mesmo assim, no meu ver, os que lá estiveram portaram-se muito bem. Na minha lista já consta 3 concertos destes rapazes hoje crescidos, alguns casados e pais de filhos. 15 Abril 1998 Praça de touros (cascais); 11 Novembro 2005 Pavilhão Atlântico; 25 Abril 2008 Pavilhão Atlântico, qual deles o melhor... E mais... Se houver um próximo concerto, EU VOU...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/182494138683044591-4866182871957107134?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/4866182871957107134/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=4866182871957107134&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/4866182871957107134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/4866182871957107134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2008/04/no-passado-dia-25-abril-assisti-mais-um.html' title='Backstreets back, alright!!!'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/SBSilVOHXQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/i8u0YFtqzxI/s72-c/DSC02149.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-3628115748603435975</id><published>2008-03-16T18:46:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-16T18:49:08.569Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafo'/><title type='text'>(Des)encontros...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/R91rSQ4PjuI/AAAAAAAAALI/Qxq0DOus-xo/s1600-h/1000imagens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178413108058623714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/R91rSQ4PjuI/AAAAAAAAALI/Qxq0DOus-xo/s400/1000imagens.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Desejo te encontrar de novo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tenho saudades tuas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/182494138683044591-3628115748603435975?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/3628115748603435975/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=3628115748603435975&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/3628115748603435975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/3628115748603435975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2008/03/desencontros.html' title='(Des)encontros...'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/R91rSQ4PjuI/AAAAAAAAALI/Qxq0DOus-xo/s72-c/1000imagens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-2232916132661778140</id><published>2008-03-09T17:37:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-03-09T18:04:09.143Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dedicado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Revolta'/><title type='text'>Diogo, brilha... Continua sempre a brilhar!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/R9QgtA4PjtI/AAAAAAAAALA/uKDVtTWdQf4/s1600-h/7AW78t741708-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175797829457645266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/R9QgtA4PjtI/AAAAAAAAALA/uKDVtTWdQf4/s400/7AW78t741708-02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Foi horrivel a forma como acabaram com a tua vida. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não há palavras que possam descrever a revolta. Quando soube da noticia daquela noite trágica, congelei, pensei "fogo, tão perto de casa, pode ser alguém que eu conheço, amigo, familiar, ou mesmo que não seja, isto não se faz...". Pergunto-me vezes sem conta, COMO È POSSIVEL HAVER BESTAS À SOLTA QUE TIRAM ASSIM A VIDA A OUTRA PESSOA E NÃO HAVER JUSTIÇA? Não foi apanhado, mas mesmo que fosse, vinha a ser solto, e depois dou por mim a perguntar PORQUÊ? Este governo anda a brincar com a nossa segurança. A arma que atingiu este jovem é a mesmo que atingiu a Alexandra Neno (Sacavém) na noite anterior, num fim de semana essa criatura acabou com duas vidas. Essa besta iniciou uma verdadeira ida ao inferno a todos aqueles que os amavam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O Diogo não merecia isto, a família dele não merecia isto, os amigos também não... Ele tinha sonhos, eu tenho os meus sonhos e tu de certeza também tens os teus, vem um filho da puta e acaba com isso tudo. Não pode ser. Tem que haver justiça. Façam justiça, sei que isso não faz com que o Diogo volte para junto de nós (era bom que assim fosse) mas ao menos acabam com a liberdade desse monstro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Diogo, o teu sorriso jamais se apagará.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Descansa em paz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/182494138683044591-2232916132661778140?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/2232916132661778140/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=2232916132661778140&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/2232916132661778140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/2232916132661778140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2008/03/foi-horrivel-forma-como-acabaram-com.html' title='Diogo, brilha... Continua sempre a brilhar!!'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/R9QgtA4PjtI/AAAAAAAAALA/uKDVtTWdQf4/s72-c/7AW78t741708-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-8157109329310820965</id><published>2008-02-17T16:57:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-02-17T17:04:31.250Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comemorações'/><title type='text'>Hoje temos aniversariante...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/R7hnsRikEbI/AAAAAAAAAK4/MZ4WRl9Y1fw/s1600-h/vinda_do_bebe_84.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167994582727922098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/R7hnsRikEbI/AAAAAAAAAK4/MZ4WRl9Y1fw/s400/vinda_do_bebe_84.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Faz hoje sete aninhos que vieste ao mundo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MUITOS PARABÉNS MEU ANJO!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;És tudo para mim, tudo mesmo...&lt;br /&gt;Desejo-te tudo do melhor, e sabes bem que quando precisares de alguém, a mãe estará sempre do teu lado para te apoiar no que for preciso... Para te elogiar e mesmo para te criticar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não imagino a minha vida sem ti...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amo-te muito Pingu &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/182494138683044591-8157109329310820965?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/8157109329310820965/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=8157109329310820965&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/8157109329310820965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/8157109329310820965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2008/02/hoje-temos-aniversariante.html' title='Hoje temos aniversariante...'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/R7hnsRikEbI/AAAAAAAAAK4/MZ4WRl9Y1fw/s72-c/vinda_do_bebe_84.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-904482979190393878</id><published>2008-02-12T14:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-12T14:34:11.851Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A ti...'/><title type='text'>Sou Feliz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/R7GuDhikEaI/AAAAAAAAAKw/khS0LRQj0AE/s1600-h/arcoiris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166101623136850338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/R7GuDhikEaI/AAAAAAAAAKw/khS0LRQj0AE/s400/arcoiris.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; O teu amor preenche-me... Povoa-me de cor!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sou feliz!!&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/182494138683044591-904482979190393878?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/904482979190393878/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=904482979190393878&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/904482979190393878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/904482979190393878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2008/02/sou-feliz.html' title='Sou Feliz'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/R7GuDhikEaI/AAAAAAAAAKw/khS0LRQj0AE/s72-c/arcoiris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-7215011347885551636</id><published>2008-02-09T15:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-09T15:29:50.431Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Revolta'/><title type='text'>Dar-me por vencida? Nunca...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/R63FZRikEZI/AAAAAAAAAKo/xNDpIzS1mdg/s1600-h/350px-CheckmateProper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165001385659601298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/R63FZRikEZI/AAAAAAAAAKo/xNDpIzS1mdg/s400/350px-CheckmateProper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Não me dou por vencida... Acredito em xeques-mates!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/182494138683044591-7215011347885551636?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/7215011347885551636/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=7215011347885551636&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/7215011347885551636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/7215011347885551636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2008/02/dar-me-por-vencida-nunca.html' title='Dar-me por vencida? Nunca...'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/R63FZRikEZI/AAAAAAAAAKo/xNDpIzS1mdg/s72-c/350px-CheckmateProper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-1256750197062940843</id><published>2007-12-31T18:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-31T18:16:08.341Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comemorações'/><title type='text'>Até pro ano...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://imgs.animeseuespaco.com/images/datas_comemorativas/feliz_ano_novo/1165849937feliz_ano_novo1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://imgs.animeseuespaco.com/images/datas_comemorativas/feliz_ano_novo/1165849937feliz_ano_novo1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imgs.animeseuespaco.com/images/datas_comemorativas/feliz_ano_novo/1165849937feliz_ano_novo1.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Neste ano novo apenas vos desejo duas coisas: &lt;strong&gt;TUDO&lt;/strong&gt; e &lt;strong&gt;NADA&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TUDO&lt;/strong&gt; o que vos faça feliz, e &lt;strong&gt;NADA&lt;/strong&gt; que vos faça sofrer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Tudo de bom, hoje e sempre!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://imgs.animeseuespaco.com/images/datas_comemorativas/feliz_ano_novo/1165849937feliz_ano_novo1.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://imgs.animeseuespaco.com/images/datas_comemorativas/feliz_ano_novo/1165849937feliz_ano_novo1.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/182494138683044591-1256750197062940843?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/1256750197062940843/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=1256750197062940843&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/1256750197062940843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/1256750197062940843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/12/at-pro-ano.html' title='Até pro ano...'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-7092202983291239767</id><published>2007-12-23T19:32:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-23T19:38:30.275Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamento solto'/><title type='text'>Pensamento solto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/R264-T7kurI/AAAAAAAAAKg/pcRFOsVjEsE/s1600-h/Blue_Christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147254804772600498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/R264-T7kurI/AAAAAAAAAKg/pcRFOsVjEsE/s400/Blue_Christmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Há mais, muito mais, para o Natal do que luz de vela e alegria; É o espírito de doce amizade que brilha todo o ano. É consideração e bondade, é a esperança renascida novamente, para paz, para entendimento, e para benevolência dos homens."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;( Autor Desconhecido )&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/182494138683044591-7092202983291239767?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/7092202983291239767/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=7092202983291239767&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/7092202983291239767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/7092202983291239767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/12/pensamento-solto_23.html' title='Pensamento solto...'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/R264-T7kurI/AAAAAAAAAKg/pcRFOsVjEsE/s72-c/Blue_Christmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-1146640213427102084</id><published>2007-12-21T11:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-21T11:44:09.500Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Do fundo do bau'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musica'/><title type='text'>Do fundo do baú...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5tog6QjuQMo&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5tog6QjuQMo&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/182494138683044591-1146640213427102084?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/1146640213427102084/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=1146640213427102084&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/1146640213427102084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/1146640213427102084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/12/do-fundo-do-ba.html' title='Do fundo do baú...'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-3669708682374694570</id><published>2007-12-20T22:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-20T22:52:42.469Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamento solto'/><title type='text'>Pensamento solto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/R2rx_D7kuqI/AAAAAAAAAKY/b8habCcRSeQ/s1600-h/01AwcAX0ms3EIAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146191589913442978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/R2rx_D7kuqI/AAAAAAAAAKY/b8habCcRSeQ/s400/01AwcAX0ms3EIAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Na incerteza do amanhã, aproveito o hoje para ser feliz!!&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/182494138683044591-3669708682374694570?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/3669708682374694570/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=3669708682374694570&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/3669708682374694570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/3669708682374694570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/12/pensamento-solto.html' title='Pensamento solto...'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/R2rx_D7kuqI/AAAAAAAAAKY/b8habCcRSeQ/s72-c/01AwcAX0ms3EIAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-1146706172779837501</id><published>2007-12-20T14:09:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-20T14:18:18.433Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafo'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/R2p3uD7kupI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/jI5w4DhWBIQ/s1600-h/321832946_6730dd2f14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146057157437078162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/R2p3uD7kupI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/jI5w4DhWBIQ/s400/321832946_6730dd2f14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Deve ser saudade o sentimento que navega neste silencioso mar interior...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tenho saudades daquilo que já vivi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tenho saudades de ser uma criança...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saudades de ti...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saudades da família...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saudades do teu sorriso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saudades daquilo que um dia fui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/182494138683044591-1146706172779837501?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/1146706172779837501/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=1146706172779837501&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/1146706172779837501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/1146706172779837501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/R2p3uD7kupI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/jI5w4DhWBIQ/s72-c/321832946_6730dd2f14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-7573770072204121300</id><published>2007-12-20T14:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-20T14:04:17.212Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Humor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/R2p18T7kuoI/AAAAAAAAAKI/QOFr2GenvPQ/s1600-h/pic31549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146055203226958466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/R2p18T7kuoI/AAAAAAAAAKI/QOFr2GenvPQ/s400/pic31549.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Questões:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  1) Será que os pinos estão bem presos??????  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2) Como é que vão conseguir tirar o carro?????  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3) E sobretudo,... Quando é que se vão aperceber da borrada?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/182494138683044591-7573770072204121300?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/7573770072204121300/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=7573770072204121300&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/7573770072204121300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/7573770072204121300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/12/humor.html' title='Humor'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/R2p18T7kuoI/AAAAAAAAAKI/QOFr2GenvPQ/s72-c/pic31549.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-1903263867546939851</id><published>2007-12-17T14:15:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-17T14:45:04.080Z</updated><title type='text'>O meu pedido de natal...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/R2aK4j7kunI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Cr9JrWrrghg/s1600-h/feliz-natal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144952328639789682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/R2aK4j7kunI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Cr9JrWrrghg/s400/feliz-natal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Querido Pai Natal...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu este natal desejo que a "&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Paz e harmonia&lt;/span&gt;" encontre estadia em nossos corações. Que a "&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;esperança&lt;/span&gt;" seja um sentimento constante em cada ser que habita este planeta. Desejo que o &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Amor e Amizade&lt;/span&gt; prevaleça acima de todas as coisas materiais. Que as &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Tristezas ou Mágoas&lt;/span&gt;, sejam banidos dos corações. Dando lugar apenas ao &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Carinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Que a "&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Dor do Amor&lt;/span&gt;" encontre o remédio em outro Amor. Que a "&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Dor física&lt;/span&gt;", seja amenizada e que &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Deus&lt;/span&gt; esteja ao lado de todos, dando muita força, fé e resignação. Que a &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Solidão&lt;/span&gt; seja extinta, e no seu lugar se instale a &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Amizade verdadeira&lt;/span&gt;, e o &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Companheirismo&lt;/span&gt;. Que as pessoas procurem olhar mais a sua "Volta", e não tanto para "Si" mesma. Que a &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Humildade&lt;/span&gt; e o &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Respeito&lt;/span&gt; residam na alma e no coração de todos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Que saibamos Amar e respeitar o próximo como a nós próprios&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Desejo também que o meu pedido se realize não só neste natal, mas em todos os dias de nossas vidas!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Desejo um Santo e Feliz Natal a todos vós...&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/182494138683044591-1903263867546939851?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/1903263867546939851/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=1903263867546939851&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/1903263867546939851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/1903263867546939851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/12/o-meu-pedido-de-natal.html' title='O meu pedido de natal...'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/R2aK4j7kunI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Cr9JrWrrghg/s72-c/feliz-natal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-8724279596137473239</id><published>2007-12-17T14:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-17T14:15:16.279Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafo'/><title type='text'>Agasalhem-se...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/R2aD0z7kumI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/83Iy7mvj4GI/s1600-h/frio%2520-%2520nikola%2520borissov.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144944567633885794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/R2aD0z7kumI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/83Iy7mvj4GI/s400/frio%2520-%2520nikola%2520borissov.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu cá optei por me agasalhar até aos olhos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brrrr... tá frio!!&lt;br /&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/182494138683044591-8724279596137473239?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/8724279596137473239/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=8724279596137473239&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/8724279596137473239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/8724279596137473239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/12/agasalhem-se.html' title='Agasalhem-se...'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/R2aD0z7kumI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/83Iy7mvj4GI/s72-c/frio%2520-%2520nikola%2520borissov.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-5416197819591759275</id><published>2007-12-15T21:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-15T21:48:21.309Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hoje sinto-me...'/><title type='text'>Hoje sinto-me assim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/R2RLNj7kukI/AAAAAAAAAJo/lxbzcVszUOo/s1600-h/329760677_61f73cd9be.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144319370719443522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/R2RLNj7kukI/AAAAAAAAAJo/lxbzcVszUOo/s400/329760677_61f73cd9be.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; Cansada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;E o natal não me sai da cabeça!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Mas já faltam poucos dias =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/182494138683044591-5416197819591759275?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/5416197819591759275/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=5416197819591759275&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/5416197819591759275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/5416197819591759275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/12/hoje-sinto-me-assim.html' title='Hoje sinto-me assim...'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/R2RLNj7kukI/AAAAAAAAAJo/lxbzcVszUOo/s72-c/329760677_61f73cd9be.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-6555529525698572564</id><published>2007-11-28T18:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-28T18:15:59.330Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A ti...'/><title type='text'>Quando o silêncio vale ouro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/R02wBhQATLI/AAAAAAAAAJg/9FuO9GfC7fg/s1600-h/silencio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137956290051460274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/R02wBhQATLI/AAAAAAAAAJg/9FuO9GfC7fg/s400/silencio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shhhiuu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O teu silêncio disse-me muita coisa... Agora vai ser a minha vez!!&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/182494138683044591-6555529525698572564?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/6555529525698572564/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=6555529525698572564&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/6555529525698572564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/6555529525698572564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/11/quando-o-silncio-vale-ouro.html' title='Quando o silêncio vale ouro'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/R02wBhQATLI/AAAAAAAAAJg/9FuO9GfC7fg/s72-c/silencio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-8982504036744206373</id><published>2007-11-28T18:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-28T18:13:47.455Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Revolta'/><title type='text'>Basta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/R02vexQATKI/AAAAAAAAAJY/m2arDv8kixU/s1600-h/idil-saliha-k%25FCnt%25FCz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137955693051006114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/R02vexQATKI/AAAAAAAAAJY/m2arDv8kixU/s400/idil-saliha-k%25FCnt%25FCz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meterem-se na minha vida? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desde quando?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas será que devo algo a alguém?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Falarem de mim e daquele que tanto gosto nas nossas costas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BASTA!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estou farta, mas quando digo farta é porque estou mesmo muito FARTA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não têm vida própria? Não têm filhos ou netos a levar ao parque?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estou fula e ao mesmo tempo muito magoada...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Magoada comigo... Contigo... Com todos!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já disse BASTA e agora vai muita coisa mudar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/182494138683044591-8982504036744206373?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/8982504036744206373/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=8982504036744206373&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/8982504036744206373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/8982504036744206373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/11/basta.html' title='Basta...'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/R02vexQATKI/AAAAAAAAAJY/m2arDv8kixU/s72-c/idil-saliha-k%25FCnt%25FCz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-6390492652920624327</id><published>2007-11-23T17:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-23T17:11:51.699Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafo'/><title type='text'>Tá frio...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/R0cJpRQATJI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/kqkC-jmv5Wg/s1600-h/slide0010_image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136084504649157778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/R0cJpRQATJI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/kqkC-jmv5Wg/s400/slide0010_image017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Assim que saí... congelei. Hoje tá mesmo muito frio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/182494138683044591-6390492652920624327?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/6390492652920624327/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=6390492652920624327&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/6390492652920624327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/6390492652920624327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/11/t-frio.html' title='Tá frio...'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/R0cJpRQATJI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/kqkC-jmv5Wg/s72-c/slide0010_image017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-4515756487087933333</id><published>2007-11-19T16:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-19T16:59:48.328Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafo'/><title type='text'>Yuppiiee...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/R0HAkRQATII/AAAAAAAAAJI/d5iTqakHEKc/s1600-h/429092110_67d1cc4fc2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134596779517430914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/R0HAkRQATII/AAAAAAAAAJI/d5iTqakHEKc/s400/429092110_67d1cc4fc2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ainda falta mês e meio até o final de 2007, mas arrisco a dizer que o balanço deste ano é positivo. Atingi todos os meus objectivos e isso deixa-me super feliz e assim sinto-me ainda mais confiante para o ano que se aproxima... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida é bela =)&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/182494138683044591-4515756487087933333?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/4515756487087933333/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=4515756487087933333&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/4515756487087933333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/4515756487087933333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/11/yuppiiee.html' title='Yuppiiee...'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/R0HAkRQATII/AAAAAAAAAJI/d5iTqakHEKc/s72-c/429092110_67d1cc4fc2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-4500665666986346930</id><published>2007-11-05T09:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-05T10:18:22.892Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homenagem'/><title type='text'>Hoje temos aniversariante...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.borealie.org/file.php/_EMPTYSESSIONID_/en/1/449/3_PVERSIONSUBST_/0/1/a1-image111Small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.borealie.org/file.php/_EMPTYSESSIONID_/en/1/449/3_PVERSIONSUBST_/0/1/a1-image111Small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; Parabéns a mim, hehe =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Hoje comemoro o meu 25º aniversário!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Queria aproveitar para mandar um beijinho muito especial à minha mãe e ao meu pai. Amo-vos muito. Pai, 25 anos serão sempre 25 anos, não era preciso chorar, sabes que poderás sempre contar comigo, és o melhor pai do mundo, a sério que és. Mãe, sei que não tens gozado da melhor saúde, mas no que der e vier estarei sempre do teu lado, pra te dar força e para animar, gostava de poder te tirar a dor, mas não posso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Um beijinho grande aos meus manos, sei que temos os nossos altos e baixos, tudo porque sou teimosa e um pouco orgulhosa, mas amo-vos muito e apenas quero o vosso melhor. e já sabem quem vos fizer mal, eu não perdoou nunca. São ambos os meus pilares que me ajudam nos bons e maus momentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Ao meu filhote... Quero mandar muitos beijinhos, és o motivo pelo qual enfrento cada dia com um sorriso enorme nos lábios. Por ti luto até o meu último suspiro, irei até ao fim do mundo se preciso para te ver sempre feliz. Amo-te muito, és a minha vida e o meu maior orgulho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Ao meu querido namorado, hummm... Acho que já não há palavras para descrever tudo o que sinto. Tens sido um espanto, tens me dado muita força, apoio e tens dedicado muito do teu tempo à minha pessoa... Sem ti não chegaria aonde estou (sabes bem ao que me refiro). Amo-te muito, muito mais que ontem e muito menos que o amanhã!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Agora por último, quero-me dirigir à minha restante família e aos meus amigos. Vocês são os maiores, tenho-vos a todos no meu coração. Mesmo estando distantes conseguem sempre estar presentes nos momentos que mais preciso de ajuda e de apoio. Adoro-vos muito. Avó, és linda =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;E ao meu querido Avô, não há um único dia que passe que não penso em ti, és a estrela que me guia, o meu anjo da guarda, amar-te-ei eternamente. Descansa em paz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;E agora vou tentar gozar o meu dia ao máximo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Bjinhos a todos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/182494138683044591-4500665666986346930?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/4500665666986346930/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=4500665666986346930&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/4500665666986346930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/4500665666986346930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/11/hoje-temos-aniversariante.html' title='Hoje temos aniversariante...'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-4723759578737360456</id><published>2007-11-01T21:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-01T21:23:40.270Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Revolta'/><title type='text'>Filho da puta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RypDiPijGgI/AAAAAAAAAJA/kDm0mPkrxtU/s1600-h/navitividad2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127985381280782850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RypDiPijGgI/AAAAAAAAAJA/kDm0mPkrxtU/s320/navitividad2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Este anormal deixou morrer um cão à fome e à sede em nome da "arte". Pior ou igual a ele, são todos os que deixaram isto acontecer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Este mundo revolta-me cada vez mais...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Um artista da Costa Rica, Guillermo Habacuc Vargas, expôs um cão vadio faminto numa galeria de arte. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ninguém o alimentou ou lhe deu água, morreu durante a exposição. Guillermo Habacuc Vargas foi o artista escolhido para representar o seu país na "Bienal Centroamericana Honduras 2008".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Existe uma petição onde é pedido que ele não receba este prémio. Por favor assinem preenchendo o Nome, email, Localidade e País.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.petitiononline.com/13031953/petition.html"&gt;http://www.petitiononline.com/13031953/petition.html&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/182494138683044591-4723759578737360456?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/4723759578737360456/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=4723759578737360456&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/4723759578737360456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/4723759578737360456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/11/filho-da-puta.html' title='Filho da puta'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RypDiPijGgI/AAAAAAAAAJA/kDm0mPkrxtU/s72-c/navitividad2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-7216596099589778117</id><published>2007-11-01T15:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-01T20:57:07.198Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A ti...'/><title type='text'>Aqui tens...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/Ryo9evijGfI/AAAAAAAAAI4/LMArCh6yPFg/s1600-h/amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127978724081474034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/Ryo9evijGfI/AAAAAAAAAI4/LMArCh6yPFg/s400/amor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Por ti era capaz de tudo...&lt;br /&gt;Pedes-me o sol...&lt;br /&gt;Então aqui tens, é teu!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;És tudo para mim =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/182494138683044591-7216596099589778117?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/7216596099589778117/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=7216596099589778117&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/7216596099589778117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/7216596099589778117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/11/aqui-tens.html' title='Aqui tens...'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/Ryo9evijGfI/AAAAAAAAAI4/LMArCh6yPFg/s72-c/amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-8710187427605486359</id><published>2007-10-24T14:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T14:28:17.060+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Humor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/Rx9ITPriS3I/AAAAAAAAAIs/pZX6nD_wcQc/s1600-h/pensamento.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124894396434762610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/Rx9ITPriS3I/AAAAAAAAAIs/pZX6nD_wcQc/s400/pensamento.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/182494138683044591-8710187427605486359?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/8710187427605486359/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=8710187427605486359&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/8710187427605486359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/8710187427605486359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/10/humor.html' title='Humor'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/Rx9ITPriS3I/AAAAAAAAAIs/pZX6nD_wcQc/s72-c/pensamento.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-708661409559981235</id><published>2007-10-24T14:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T14:23:48.025+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hoje apetecia-me...'/><title type='text'>Hoje apetecia-me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/Rx9G5_riS2I/AAAAAAAAAIk/VOdMsKsu6Rs/s1600-h/01AwcAXzo2WfcAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124892863131437922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/Rx9G5_riS2I/AAAAAAAAAIk/VOdMsKsu6Rs/s400/01AwcAXzo2WfcAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;... ficar no meu quarto às escuras e olhar para a chuva!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Será que posso? &lt;br /&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/182494138683044591-708661409559981235?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/708661409559981235/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=708661409559981235&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/708661409559981235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/708661409559981235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/10/hoje-apetecia-me.html' title='Hoje apetecia-me...'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/Rx9G5_riS2I/AAAAAAAAAIk/VOdMsKsu6Rs/s72-c/01AwcAXzo2WfcAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-2136338452430353710</id><published>2007-10-21T17:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T17:28:47.268+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A ti...'/><title type='text'>Algo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/Rxt9evriS1I/AAAAAAAAAIc/3x9fZgOdeHc/s1600-h/distante_12.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123826968212687698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/Rxt9evriS1I/AAAAAAAAAIc/3x9fZgOdeHc/s400/distante_12.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algo terno: O teu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Algo difícil: Esquecer-te&lt;br /&gt;Algo incrível: Tu&lt;br /&gt;Algo lindo: Recordar os nossos momentos&lt;br /&gt;Algo maravilhoso: Aquilo que sinto por ti&lt;br /&gt;Algo triste: Não te ver...&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/182494138683044591-2136338452430353710?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/2136338452430353710/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=2136338452430353710&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/2136338452430353710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/2136338452430353710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/10/algo.html' title='Algo...'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/Rxt9evriS1I/AAAAAAAAAIc/3x9fZgOdeHc/s72-c/distante_12.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-6025506591830130362</id><published>2007-10-18T15:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T15:24:40.395+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musica'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g50vzZzAja0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g50vzZzAja0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcou-me e muito... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's my life, It's now or never, I ain't gonna live forever, I just want to live while I'm alive&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's my life!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/182494138683044591-6025506591830130362?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/6025506591830130362/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=6025506591830130362&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/6025506591830130362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/6025506591830130362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/10/marcou-me-e-muito.html' title=''/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-4638253334797473072</id><published>2007-10-15T16:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T17:02:41.278+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dedicado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Casualidades'/><title type='text'>Força amiga...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RxOOxfriSxI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ZZWO6r71Cm4/s1600-h/holding_hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121594182219221778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RxOOxfriSxI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ZZWO6r71Cm4/s400/holding_hands.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sei que a nossa amizade mudou... Feriste-me e eu a ti... Os nossos caminhos dividiram-se, segui o meu e tu o teu. Mas nunca pensei que ao fundo da tua estrada fosses encontrar um obstáculo tão grande... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não sei que dizer, pois não consigo imaginar a tua dor, calculo que o sofrimento seja enorme, só pode ser e sei também que não há ninguém no mundo que mereça passar pelo o que estás a passar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Perder algo que cresce dentro de nós não é fácil de ultrapassar, perder aquele Ser, ainda por mais pequeno que fosse deve doer muito. Quero que saibas que estou do teu lado, podes contar comigo... Tens aqui a minha mão... aceita para o que der e vier, hoje e sempre!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FORÇA AMIGA!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/182494138683044591-4638253334797473072?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/4638253334797473072/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=4638253334797473072&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/4638253334797473072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/4638253334797473072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/10/fora-amiga.html' title='Força amiga...'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RxOOxfriSxI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ZZWO6r71Cm4/s72-c/holding_hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-229065899251565668</id><published>2007-10-11T19:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T19:46:06.247+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O que me deixa fula...'/><title type='text'>Ai se eu pudesse...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/Rw5uQPriSwI/AAAAAAAAAH0/aml1QLX_0CU/s1600-h/Raiva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120151051732929282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/Rw5uQPriSwI/AAAAAAAAAH0/aml1QLX_0CU/s400/Raiva.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Por vezes apetece-me gritar, outras atirar-te alguns objectos, mas hoje... eu dava-te uma cabeçada!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Desaparece da minha vida...&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/182494138683044591-229065899251565668?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/229065899251565668/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=229065899251565668&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/229065899251565668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/229065899251565668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/10/ai-se-eu-pudesse.html' title='Ai se eu pudesse...'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/Rw5uQPriSwI/AAAAAAAAAH0/aml1QLX_0CU/s72-c/Raiva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-7473366902122611454</id><published>2007-10-01T18:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T18:45:09.052+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A ti...'/><title type='text'>Para ti...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RwExufriSvI/AAAAAAAAAHs/hIkD8B03m1M/s1600-h/normal_87528_photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116425326517439218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RwExufriSvI/AAAAAAAAAHs/hIkD8B03m1M/s400/normal_87528_photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;... fica aqui uma rosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quero-te para sempre na minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Amo-te muito!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/182494138683044591-7473366902122611454?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/7473366902122611454/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=7473366902122611454&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/7473366902122611454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/7473366902122611454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/10/para-ti.html' title='Para ti...'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RwExufriSvI/AAAAAAAAAHs/hIkD8B03m1M/s72-c/normal_87528_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-3203980320758037530</id><published>2007-09-29T16:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T16:59:29.772+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dedicado'/><title type='text'>Hoje temos aniversariante...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/Rv51T_riSuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/mQfX-TRSNMM/s1600-h/parabens.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115655213111462626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/Rv51T_riSuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/mQfX-TRSNMM/s400/parabens.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Muitos parabéns meu amor... Desejo-te só coisas boas. Muita saúde, muitos anos de plena alegria, muito dinheirinho para gastos, enfim, podia cá ficar o resto da tarde a numear aquilo que tanto te desejo... Mas isso tu já deves saber de trás para frente!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amo-te muito!!&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/182494138683044591-3203980320758037530?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/3203980320758037530/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=3203980320758037530&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/3203980320758037530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/3203980320758037530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/09/hoje-temos-aniversariante.html' title='Hoje temos aniversariante...'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/Rv51T_riSuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/mQfX-TRSNMM/s72-c/parabens.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-1966484192928713998</id><published>2007-09-26T18:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T18:31:33.480+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hoje apetecia-me...'/><title type='text'>Hoje apetecia-me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RvqWwfriStI/AAAAAAAAAHc/W0hFYx-ey8Y/s1600-h/KV9CA53OFPPCAROO9LGCA7WJSMVCAP9KWFICAYDBULXCAZXQ6ZHCA9T5HNECAV1OVJACAZKIVNZCAURAI7QCA4V9MAOCAHXO2AUCAVDEINQCAY0T2TVCA0GM2SOCAU8LU0PCAM4UCICCATJQHH3CAMD1I42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114566086714608338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RvqWwfriStI/AAAAAAAAAHc/W0hFYx-ey8Y/s400/KV9CA53OFPPCAROO9LGCA7WJSMVCAP9KWFICAYDBULXCAZXQ6ZHCA9T5HNECAV1OVJACAZKIVNZCAURAI7QCA4V9MAOCAHXO2AUCAVDEINQCAY0T2TVCA0GM2SOCAU8LU0PCAM4UCICCATJQHH3CAMD1I42.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;... ficar abraçada a ti!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Preciso do teu carinho...&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/182494138683044591-1966484192928713998?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/1966484192928713998/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=1966484192928713998&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/1966484192928713998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/1966484192928713998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/09/hoje-apetecia-me.html' title='Hoje apetecia-me...'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RvqWwfriStI/AAAAAAAAAHc/W0hFYx-ey8Y/s72-c/KV9CA53OFPPCAROO9LGCA7WJSMVCAP9KWFICAYDBULXCAZXQ6ZHCA9T5HNECAV1OVJACAZKIVNZCAURAI7QCA4V9MAOCAHXO2AUCAVDEINQCAY0T2TVCA0GM2SOCAU8LU0PCAM4UCICCATJQHH3CAMD1I42.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-738113868108737461</id><published>2007-09-22T13:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T13:55:40.426+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A ti...'/><title type='text'>Sim, és tu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.uromed.cl/img_ur/familia_feliz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.uromed.cl/img_ur/familia_feliz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;E a felicidade parece ter-se instalado...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Já me vejo a correr grandes espaços verdes de braços abertos, rodeada de flores e borboletas.&lt;br /&gt;Estou feliz e o meu filho também!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devo-te muito&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/182494138683044591-738113868108737461?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/738113868108737461/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=738113868108737461&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/738113868108737461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/738113868108737461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/09/sim-s-tu.html' title='Sim, és tu...'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-8693154034770254284</id><published>2007-09-18T18:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T18:52:10.142+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Casualidades'/><title type='text'>Ahhh chegaram de novo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RvAPNyXErII/AAAAAAAAAHU/sDKspAnUJAI/s1600-h/ferias.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111602306596777090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RvAPNyXErII/AAAAAAAAAHU/sDKspAnUJAI/s400/ferias.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Estes últimos dias têm sido uma verdadeira loucura, o cansaço atingiu os limites, por várias vezes já sentia o corpo a ir-se abaixo, a mente então... nem se fala!! Estava mesmo a precisar das merecidas férias. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Se vou algum lado? Não, não vou para lado nenhum, estas são mesmo para ficar por casa no "relax".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/182494138683044591-8693154034770254284?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/8693154034770254284/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=8693154034770254284&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/8693154034770254284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/8693154034770254284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/09/ahhh-chegaram-de-novo.html' title='Ahhh chegaram de novo...'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RvAPNyXErII/AAAAAAAAAHU/sDKspAnUJAI/s72-c/ferias.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-1752389487940264715</id><published>2007-09-14T19:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T19:33:13.707+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orgulho em...'/><title type='text'>Início de uma nova etapa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.davehyndman.com/images/20040917-081726-firstdayofschool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.davehyndman.com/images/20040917-081726-firstdayofschool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Chegou hoje o grande dia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Acordou mais cedo que o habitual, sabia que o dia era especial, tomou o pequeno almoço, preparou-se e de mochila às costas disse: "Vamos mãe?" senti um arrepio, pois melhor que ele, eu sei a longa caminhada que ele tem pela frente, hesitei mas respondi: "Vamos meu anjo" e assim foi. Descemos as escadas, entramos no carro, mas ao contrário das outras vezes, o caminho foi um pouco mais comprido... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Chegamos ao destino. À nossa frente tinhamos o portão da escola primária, lembro-me de olhar para ele, e vi uma carinha tão alegre, ele estava contente, eu... não é que não estivesse contente, porque estava e muito, mas é uma mistura de sentimentos inexplicável. Pensei para os meus botões "Bem, ele cresceu, não há volta a dar... Em breve abre asas e vai querer voar, mas serei para sempre mãe dele, aconteça o que acontecer" e entrei... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Foi então que me lembrei também do meu primeiro dia de aulas, o tal dia que ganhei amigos para uma vida inteira. (Digam o que disserem, mas para mim a verdadeira amizade vence todas as barreiras, e eu já tive provas disso). Espero que isso venha acontecer com o meu menino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Foi chamado, ele deu-me a mão e lá fomos nós. Entramos na sala, ele sentou-se ouviu o que a professora tinha a dizer e depois foi então conhecer aquele que vai ser o "padrinho" dele neste primero ano de escola. Senti-me realizada, pois não houve uma única vez que olhasse para meu filhote e que não visse um sorriso estampado no seu rosto... Que mais poderá uma mãe querer? Ao ver um sorriso nos seus rostos, ficamos muito mais descansadas... Aqui cá para nós... eu hoje irei, de certeza, dormir um sono mais profundo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Desejo-te a maior sorte do mundo... És o meu orgulho!&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/182494138683044591-1752389487940264715?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/1752389487940264715/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=1752389487940264715&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/1752389487940264715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/1752389487940264715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/09/incio-de-uma-nova-etapa.html' title='Início de uma nova etapa'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-6425625634418381169</id><published>2007-09-12T14:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T14:42:48.701+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hoje sinto-me...'/><title type='text'>Hoje sinto-me assim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RufqKiXErHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/zVXNsmlFF18/s1600-h/bulimia_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109309769018289266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RufqKiXErHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/zVXNsmlFF18/s400/bulimia_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; Sinto-me extremamente nervosa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;O pior é que não sei qual o motivo que me leva a estar assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/182494138683044591-6425625634418381169?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/6425625634418381169/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=6425625634418381169&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/6425625634418381169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/6425625634418381169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/09/hoje-sinto-me-assim.html' title='Hoje sinto-me assim...'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RufqKiXErHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/zVXNsmlFF18/s72-c/bulimia_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-1533852843926029695</id><published>2007-09-06T19:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T19:18:47.540+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homenagem'/><title type='text'>Luciano Pavarotti</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RuBEN64DYwI/AAAAAAAAAHE/WVmhrMOH0E0/s1600-h/pavarotti2_1184173561.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107156983371490050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RuBEN64DYwI/AAAAAAAAAHE/WVmhrMOH0E0/s400/pavarotti2_1184173561.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;O tenor italiano Luciano Pavarotti, considerado por muitos o maior cantor lírico de sua geração, morreu na madrugada de 6 de Setembro de 2007, aos 71 anos de idade.&lt;/p&gt;Que a sua alma descanse em paz!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RdTBml4oOZ8"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RdTBml4oOZ8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/182494138683044591-1533852843926029695?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/1533852843926029695/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=1533852843926029695&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/1533852843926029695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/1533852843926029695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/09/luciano-pavarotti.html' title='Luciano Pavarotti'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RuBEN64DYwI/AAAAAAAAAHE/WVmhrMOH0E0/s72-c/pavarotti2_1184173561.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-8288295503429536741</id><published>2007-09-05T21:32:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T22:00:02.334+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orgulho em...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://asasnegras.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/quadro_mae_e_filho5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://asasnegras.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/quadro_mae_e_filho5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-"Sim, é verdade, esse miúdo que aí vai é meu filho" disse eu com o maior orgulho do mundo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-"Tá enorme, a imenso tempo que não o via, dá muitos ares ao pai, mas os olhos e sorriso é teu, sem dúvida alguma... É lindo!! Tem um ar de reguila, vou-te contar..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-"Reguila ele? Isso é impressão tua. Mas sabes o que eu te digo? É sem dúvida a melhor coisa que tenho, minha vida mudou desde o momento que soube que estava grávida, não me arrependo de nada. Era nova, sei... Mas ele fez de mim a mulher que sou hoje, posso ter perdido muita coisa da adolescência (assim dizem) mas ganhei outras coisas com esta experiência, aprendi a dar valor a coisas que antes me passavam ao lado... Devo-lhe muito" desabafei... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-"Nota-se... espero um dia mais tarde, quando for mãe, encarar essa nova etapa com metade do optimismo com que enfrentaste com tão terna idade" respondeu ela. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-"Claro que vais... vais ver que vai ser uma experiência única ao qual não vais querer perder pitada, todos os dias aprendes algo... Os miúdos são a melhor coisa do mundo" disse eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Minha amiga olhou-me com um ar de espanto, sorriu e simultaneamente esticou o braço a fazer sinal à camioneta que lá vinha... Entrou e olhou mais uma vez para o meu pequeno e exclamou:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-"Continua sempre com esse orgulho... E tu miúdo, cuida da tua mãe"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A camioneta arrancou, sem me dar oportunidade de lhe dizer fosse o que fosse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"Os filhos são para as mães as âncoras da sua vida."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tens aqui, amiga, a resposta que eu te queria dar...&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/182494138683044591-8288295503429536741?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/8288295503429536741/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=8288295503429536741&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/8288295503429536741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/8288295503429536741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/09/sim-verdade-esse-mido-que-vai-meu-filho.html' title=''/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-575302108272458187</id><published>2007-09-02T18:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T18:36:59.506+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamento solto'/><title type='text'>Pensamento solto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/Rtr0Ba4DYvI/AAAAAAAAAG8/o7RWvC0R-xg/s1600-h/pensamento%2520do%2520dia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105661432809349874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/Rtr0Ba4DYvI/AAAAAAAAAG8/o7RWvC0R-xg/s400/pensamento%2520do%2520dia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; E mais nada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Portanto, como agora me está a dar a preguiça... acho que vou respeitar e descansar, hehe!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/182494138683044591-575302108272458187?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/575302108272458187/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=575302108272458187&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/575302108272458187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/575302108272458187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/09/pensamento-solto.html' title='Pensamento solto...'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/Rtr0Ba4DYvI/AAAAAAAAAG8/o7RWvC0R-xg/s72-c/pensamento%2520do%2520dia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-6143729664680658416</id><published>2007-09-02T18:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T18:21:51.616+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Casualidades'/><title type='text'>Yeahh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/Rtrw464DYuI/AAAAAAAAAG0/LM6zDVfPNzk/s1600-h/Choose_Happiness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/Rtrw464DYuI/AAAAAAAAAG0/LM6zDVfPNzk/s400/Choose_Happiness.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105657988245578466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu já aderi... E tu?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/182494138683044591-6143729664680658416?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/6143729664680658416/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=6143729664680658416&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/6143729664680658416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/6143729664680658416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/09/yeahh.html' title='Yeahh...'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/Rtrw464DYuI/AAAAAAAAAG0/LM6zDVfPNzk/s72-c/Choose_Happiness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-4951293333933487216</id><published>2007-08-31T23:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T23:34:01.782+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dedicado'/><title type='text'>Voltou...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RtiXJK4DYtI/AAAAAAAAAGs/uPdN_L-NLwQ/s1600-h/filho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RtiXJK4DYtI/AAAAAAAAAGs/uPdN_L-NLwQ/s400/filho.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104996361418531538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegou, de passos apressados e de braços abertos, gritou "Mãmã" senti o meu vazio a encher. Depressa o sorriso voltou, a alegria instalou-se de novo nestas quatro paredes, a família... Essa, bem diagamos que adiaram a sua ida para o trabalho... Tudo em nome do amor, pelo neto, sobrinho, filho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nossa alegria está de volta, e ainda bem, já estava a precisar do teu sorriso =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMO-TE PINGU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/182494138683044591-4951293333933487216?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/4951293333933487216/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=4951293333933487216&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/4951293333933487216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/4951293333933487216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/08/voltou.html' title='Voltou...'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RtiXJK4DYtI/AAAAAAAAAGs/uPdN_L-NLwQ/s72-c/filho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-7183430125861991877</id><published>2007-08-22T13:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T14:12:27.344+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='espaço e-mail'/><title type='text'>Ser feliz ou ter razão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://katrina.com.sapo.pt/bem%20me%20quer.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://katrina.com.sapo.pt/bem%20me%20quer.bmp" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oito da noite numa avenida movimentada. O casal já está atrasado para jantar em casa de uns amigos. A morada é nova, bem como o  caminho que ela consultou no mapa antes de sair. Ele conduz o  carro. Ela orienta e pede para que vire, na próxima rua, à esquerda. Ele tem certeza de que é à direita. Discutem. Percebendo que além de atrasados, poderão ficar mal-humorados, ela deixa que ele decida. Ele vira à direita e percebe então que estava errado. Embora com dificuldade, admite que insistiu no caminho errado, enquanto faz o retorno. Ela sorri e diz que não há nenhum problema se chegarem alguns minutos atrasados. &lt;br /&gt;Mas ele ainda quer saber:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Se tinhas tanta certeza de que eu estava a ir pelo caminho errado, devias ter insistido um pouco mais...&lt;br /&gt;E ela diz:&lt;br /&gt;-Entre ter razão e ser feliz, prefiro ser feliz. Estávamos à beira de uma discussão, se eu insistisse mais, teríamos estragado a noite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORAL DA HISTÓRIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta pequena história foi contada por uma empresária, durante uma palestra sobre simplicidade no mundo do trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;Ela usou a cena para ilustrar quanta energia nós gastamos apenas  para &lt;br /&gt;demonstrar que temos razão, independentemente de a termos ou não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Recebido através de e-mail: Nuno Freitas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hummm...&lt;br /&gt;Desde que li esta história tenho-me perguntado com mais frequência:"Quero ser feliz ou ter razão?" Hoje sei e tenho toda certeza do mundo... QUERO SER FELIZ!!! Ter razão não é o mais importante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! ... e outro pensamento parecido, diz o seguinte:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nunca se justifique. Os amigos não precisam e os inimigos não acreditam."&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/182494138683044591-7183430125861991877?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/7183430125861991877/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=7183430125861991877&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/7183430125861991877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/7183430125861991877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/08/ser-feliz-ou-ter-razo.html' title='Ser feliz ou ter razão'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-3070148222972542438</id><published>2007-08-22T13:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T13:52:02.600+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deuses Gregos'/><title type='text'>Espaço dos Deuses Gregos #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/Rswwiq4DYsI/AAAAAAAAAGk/qKtnsOk_KFs/s1600-h/4837206_gal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/Rswwiq4DYsI/AAAAAAAAAGk/qKtnsOk_KFs/s400/4837206_gal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101505850087006914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Nome: Matt Damon &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Data de nascimento: 08-10-1970&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/182494138683044591-3070148222972542438?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/3070148222972542438/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=3070148222972542438&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/3070148222972542438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/3070148222972542438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/08/espao-dos-deuses-gregos-3.html' title='Espaço dos Deuses Gregos #3'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/Rswwiq4DYsI/AAAAAAAAAGk/qKtnsOk_KFs/s72-c/4837206_gal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-4018826402745571654</id><published>2007-08-19T16:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T16:30:19.791+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hoje sinto-me...'/><title type='text'>Hoje sinto-me assim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RshhJ64DYrI/AAAAAAAAAGc/V2bSdNA6wPY/s1600-h/f_melissa1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RshhJ64DYrI/AAAAAAAAAGc/V2bSdNA6wPY/s400/f_melissa1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100433401048162994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tranquila...&lt;br /&gt;O silêncio absorveu o stress desta semana que passou.&lt;br /&gt;Dou inicio à contagem descrescente... Está para breve!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/182494138683044591-4018826402745571654?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/4018826402745571654/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=4018826402745571654&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/4018826402745571654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/4018826402745571654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/08/hoje-sinto-me-assim.html' title='Hoje sinto-me assim...'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RshhJ64DYrI/AAAAAAAAAGc/V2bSdNA6wPY/s72-c/f_melissa1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-7347244584525251167</id><published>2007-08-15T15:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T16:12:07.019+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A ti...'/><title type='text'>Hummm... acho que...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RsMXUT8JUlI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ToNOIou0cH4/s1600-h/love-screensaver_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RsMXUT8JUlI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ToNOIou0cH4/s400/love-screensaver_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098944840830898770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...o sentimento cresce a cada segundo que passa...&lt;br /&gt;Quero gritar ao mundo... AMO-TE MUITO!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/182494138683044591-7347244584525251167?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/7347244584525251167/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=7347244584525251167&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/7347244584525251167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/7347244584525251167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/08/hummm-acho-que.html' title='Hummm... acho que...'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RsMXUT8JUlI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ToNOIou0cH4/s72-c/love-screensaver_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-3351063345851364792</id><published>2007-08-14T12:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T12:35:07.917+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dedicado'/><title type='text'>Hoje temos aniversariante...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://goodnewsumc.org/images/happy%20birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://goodnewsumc.org/images/happy%20birthday.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é o teu dia mano... Desejo-te só coisas boas, hoje e sempre!! Sei que andamos sempre às turras, mas enfim, é o que dá ser o mais novo da famíla. Mas fica sabendo... ADORO-TE MUITO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEIJINHOS E ABRAÇOS!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/182494138683044591-3351063345851364792?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/3351063345851364792/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=3351063345851364792&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/3351063345851364792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/3351063345851364792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/08/hoje-temos-aniversariante.html' title='Hoje temos aniversariante...'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-931200729557211115</id><published>2007-08-13T14:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T14:23:13.438+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O que me deixa a pensar'/><title type='text'>Pensar nos outros não custa nada...</title><content type='html'>...muito bom este filme. São 2 minutos e vai levar-vos a&lt;br /&gt;Ver o mundo de uma forma um pouco diferente !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WhFTFiJf4g4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WhFTFiJf4g4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Se acharem bem, divulguem, pode ser que juntos consigamos um&lt;br /&gt;Mundo um pouco melhor ... No mínimo, tenham em atenção onde estacionam os vossos carros&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/182494138683044591-931200729557211115?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/931200729557211115/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=931200729557211115&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/931200729557211115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/931200729557211115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/08/pensar-nos-outros-no-custa-nada.html' title='Pensar nos outros não custa nada...'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-7857981483007388780</id><published>2007-08-13T13:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T13:40:24.786+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hoje apetecia-me...'/><title type='text'>Hoje apetecia-me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sampaist.com/attachments/sp_leandro/abraco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://sampaist.com/attachments/sp_leandro/abraco.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um abraço teu!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/182494138683044591-7857981483007388780?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/7857981483007388780/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=7857981483007388780&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/7857981483007388780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/7857981483007388780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/08/hoje-apetecia-me.html' title='Hoje apetecia-me...'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-2899120698019761699</id><published>2007-08-12T22:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T22:53:40.889+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafo'/><title type='text'>Sem ti...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/Rr-BTz8JUkI/AAAAAAAAAGM/eP6WlJ_033Y/s1600-h/lagrima3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/Rr-BTz8JUkI/AAAAAAAAAGM/eP6WlJ_033Y/s400/lagrima3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097935480566665794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O silêncio perturba e muito. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano após ano tenho que enfrentar a ausência do meu filho durante um longo e sofrido mês. Este ano calhou o mês de Agosto. Lá me despedi dele e vi-o mais uma vez a partir animado para mais umas férias com o pai. Compreendo, pai é pai, tal como mãe é mãe, mas um mês... é sempre muito doloroso. Mais uma vez a casa parece vazia, a alegria e vontade de viver desaparece durante estes longos 31 dias, a meta ainda está longe, muito longe, a dor e sofrimento parece não ter fim, as lágrimas ateimam em percorrer a minha face, tento me distrair mas está cada vez mais dificil. Pensei que com o passar dos anos não me iria custar tanto, mas enganei-me. A dor é igual de ano para ano... Volta depressa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto falta do teu sorriso, começo a perder as forças... Preciso de ti, meu anjo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te muito filhote&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/182494138683044591-2899120698019761699?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/2899120698019761699/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=2899120698019761699&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/2899120698019761699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/2899120698019761699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/08/sem-ti.html' title='Sem ti...'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/Rr-BTz8JUkI/AAAAAAAAAGM/eP6WlJ_033Y/s72-c/lagrima3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-282536958113810809</id><published>2007-08-04T10:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T11:04:35.419+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafo'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.glosk.com/photos/PO/48/-2992048/22612_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.glosk.com/photos/PO/48/-2992048/22612_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regressei do Algarve... Foram 10 dias maravilhosos, muito sol, muitos passeios, calor, descanso mas sobretudo muitas saudades do meu niño... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já cá estou e agora mãos à obra... regressei ao trabalho, não foi fácil, houve algumas mudanças, mas enfim, temos que ser compreensivos. Posso ainda acrescentar, neste momento encontro-me numa fase bastante calma e de muito equilibrio. As férias fizeram-me bem...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/182494138683044591-282536958113810809?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/282536958113810809/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=282536958113810809&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/282536958113810809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/282536958113810809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-4560348713754534152</id><published>2007-07-19T19:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T19:09:27.468+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafo'/><title type='text'>OK, aqui vou eu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/Rp-olbZ2oaI/AAAAAAAAAGE/qAXPXUnu4Oc/s1600-h/30a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/Rp-olbZ2oaI/AAAAAAAAAGE/qAXPXUnu4Oc/s400/30a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088971464916771234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente, a contagem decrescente já só se resume há poucas horas; Falta menos de 24horas, para nos fazer à estrada... ALGARVE, AQUI VAMOS NÓS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pessoal vou-me ausentar por uns diazinhos, mas vou tentar fazer os possiveis de passar por cá para dar noticias =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bjinhos e abraços.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/182494138683044591-4560348713754534152?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/4560348713754534152/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=4560348713754534152&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/4560348713754534152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/4560348713754534152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/07/ok-aqui-vou-eu.html' title='OK, aqui vou eu...'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/Rp-olbZ2oaI/AAAAAAAAAGE/qAXPXUnu4Oc/s72-c/30a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-4880517939666907946</id><published>2007-07-18T15:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T15:32:25.503+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Humor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/Rp4kXLZ2oZI/AAAAAAAAAF8/5HwK5OO1UaA/s1600-h/20061017_084903_Loiras_BD02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/Rp4kXLZ2oZI/AAAAAAAAAF8/5HwK5OO1UaA/s400/20061017_084903_Loiras_BD02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088544609592058258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/182494138683044591-4880517939666907946?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/4880517939666907946/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=4880517939666907946&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/4880517939666907946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/4880517939666907946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/07/humor.html' title='Humor'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/Rp4kXLZ2oZI/AAAAAAAAAF8/5HwK5OO1UaA/s72-c/20061017_084903_Loiras_BD02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-4164124569921993861</id><published>2007-07-17T15:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T15:56:29.205+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foto de ouro'/><title type='text'>Melhores momentos #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RpzXz7Z2oYI/AAAAAAAAAF0/cbnPnLpK6FI/s1600-h/DSC01106_%5B640x480%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RpzXz7Z2oYI/AAAAAAAAAF0/cbnPnLpK6FI/s400/DSC01106_%5B640x480%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088178966141247874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fotografia: Carla Ornelas&lt;br /&gt;Cabo da Roca&lt;br /&gt;04-02-2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui fica o registo de um dos dias mais bem passados na companhia das minhas grandes amigas Carla e Célia e meu mano mais velho... Adoro-vos!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/182494138683044591-4164124569921993861?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/4164124569921993861/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=4164124569921993861&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/4164124569921993861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/4164124569921993861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/07/melhores-momentos-2.html' title='Melhores momentos #2'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RpzXz7Z2oYI/AAAAAAAAAF0/cbnPnLpK6FI/s72-c/DSC01106_%5B640x480%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-4910641787393529955</id><published>2007-07-17T15:47:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T15:50:07.055+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafo'/><title type='text'>Ahhh por fim chegou...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RpzW3rZ2oXI/AAAAAAAAAFs/7dDQceSmSRU/s1600-h/ferias1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RpzW3rZ2oXI/AAAAAAAAAFs/7dDQceSmSRU/s400/ferias1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088177931054129522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...e algo me diz que estas vão ser em grande!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/182494138683044591-4910641787393529955?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/4910641787393529955/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=4910641787393529955&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/4910641787393529955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/4910641787393529955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/07/ahhh-por-fim-chegou.html' title='Ahhh por fim chegou...'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RpzW3rZ2oXI/AAAAAAAAAFs/7dDQceSmSRU/s72-c/ferias1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-4340344644160386798</id><published>2007-07-14T14:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T15:41:36.727+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafo'/><title type='text'>Estou cá e... estou bem!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RpjgS7Z2oWI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ja6bsrY5xP8/s1600-h/horizonte_mulher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RpjgS7Z2oWI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ja6bsrY5xP8/s400/horizonte_mulher.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087062394903372130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentada no sofá, ouço o telemóvel tocar, é mensagem... Abro e leio:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Então miuda, o que é feito de ti? Tens andado desaparecida..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É, eu sei que sim. Mas não é sinal que me esqueci dos amigos, apenas tenho vivido a minha vida, tenho andado muito ocupada, muito trabalho, sempre com os nervos em franja, a dar atenção ao meu filhote, a preparar as férias e a... pensar muito no futuro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem dei por mim a pensar no meu querido namorado e cheguei à conclusão: "Não me vejo sem ele". Isto porque -mor, não te disse, mas ficas a saber- estive a observa-lo a brincar e a falar com meu filho e vi tanto carinho nele, foi aí que algo me bateu cá dentro e me aparcebi, o sentimento cresceu e eu nem dei por nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero mandar um bjinho bem grande a todos os meus amigos, sei que não tenho estado muito presente, mas todos nós sabemos que mais cedo ou mais tarde a vida dá-nos outro rumo e temos que aproveitar, é o que eu estou a fazer. Mas, que fique bem claro, não há um dia que passe que não pense em todos vós e nos momentos em que passamos todos juntos. Voces são os maiores!! Sinto a vossa falta... Temos que combinar algo para breve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bjinhos e abraços&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/182494138683044591-4340344644160386798?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/4340344644160386798/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=4340344644160386798&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/4340344644160386798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/4340344644160386798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/07/estou-c-e-estou-bem.html' title='Estou cá e... estou bem!!'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RpjgS7Z2oWI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ja6bsrY5xP8/s72-c/horizonte_mulher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-3489526101427312531</id><published>2007-07-02T14:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T15:08:24.760+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A ti...'/><title type='text'>Hummm... acho que...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://especiarias.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/caminhos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://especiarias.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/caminhos.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu mundo deu uma volta. Daquelas voltas enormes. Acho que finalmente encontrei o meu caminho da felicidade!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixei de ter medo do futuro...&lt;br /&gt;Adoro-te muito amor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/182494138683044591-3489526101427312531?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/3489526101427312531/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=3489526101427312531&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/3489526101427312531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/3489526101427312531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/07/hummm-acho-que.html' title='Hummm... acho que...'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-6319463318906618944</id><published>2007-06-28T17:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T18:36:13.991+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musica'/><title type='text'>Baz Luhrmann - Everybody's Free (To Wear Sunscreen)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xavFb4WH7o0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xavFb4WH7o0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hummm... tá forte tá!!&lt;br /&gt;Deixou-me a pensar em muita coisa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/182494138683044591-6319463318906618944?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/6319463318906618944/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=6319463318906618944&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/6319463318906618944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/6319463318906618944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/06/baz-luhrmann-everybodys-free-to-wear.html' title='Baz Luhrmann - Everybody&apos;s Free (To Wear Sunscreen)'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-1903927160607842960</id><published>2007-06-21T22:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T22:54:54.769+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamento solto'/><title type='text'>Pensamento solto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RnrzkYDEtXI/AAAAAAAAAFc/tyKZlsfhQbE/s1600-h/ah!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RnrzkYDEtXI/AAAAAAAAAFc/tyKZlsfhQbE/s400/ah!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078639336069838194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O que mais preocupa não é o grito dos violentos, nem dos corruptos,&lt;br /&gt;nem dos desonestos, nem dos sem-carácter, nem dos sem-ética. &lt;br /&gt;O que mais preocupa é o silêncio dos bons!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Martin Luther King)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/182494138683044591-1903927160607842960?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/1903927160607842960/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=1903927160607842960&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/1903927160607842960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/1903927160607842960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/06/pensamento-solto_21.html' title='Pensamento solto...'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RnrzkYDEtXI/AAAAAAAAAFc/tyKZlsfhQbE/s72-c/ah!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-8298408380782816635</id><published>2007-06-20T19:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T22:42:00.024+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dedicado'/><title type='text'>Em tua memória, Avô...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/Rnl4nYDEtWI/AAAAAAAAAFU/LimPZ0U6YFQ/s1600-h/stairway_to_heaven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/Rnl4nYDEtWI/AAAAAAAAAFU/LimPZ0U6YFQ/s400/stairway_to_heaven.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078222672702518626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem as palavras me ajudam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, é isso mesmo. Sinto-me em baixo.&lt;br /&gt;É duro, muito duro saber que alguém que nós tanto amamos partiu e nós por muito que queiramos fazer algo não podemos... Já passou um ano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi precisamente há um ano que partiste, deixaste em nós a tua memória, teu sorriso e boa disposição. Tenho orgulho em dizer que és meu avô, foste tu que me ensinaste a enfrentar todos meus obstaculos. Foi contigo que começei a dar meus primeiros passos, passei muitos e bons momentos contigo. Momentos únicos de pura felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;És meu avô e és o meu anjo da guarda!! Nem consigo encontrar as palavras para definir como me sinto sempre que penso em ti. E muito menos para definir a pessoa espectacular que foste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADORO-TE MUITO!!&lt;br /&gt; As lágrimas não secam, a dor parece interminavel e a saudade será eterna!!&lt;br /&gt;  Descansa em paz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/182494138683044591-8298408380782816635?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/8298408380782816635/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=8298408380782816635&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/8298408380782816635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/8298408380782816635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/06/em-memria-de-ti-av.html' title='Em tua memória, Avô...'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/Rnl4nYDEtWI/AAAAAAAAAFU/LimPZ0U6YFQ/s72-c/stairway_to_heaven.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-1974348711645290604</id><published>2007-06-17T20:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T20:37:25.969+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dedicado'/><title type='text'>Hoje temos aniversariante...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RnWNZ4DEtVI/AAAAAAAAAFM/YPZZnlHdu5U/s1600-h/parabens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RnWNZ4DEtVI/AAAAAAAAAFM/YPZZnlHdu5U/s400/parabens.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077119630611625298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foram muitas brigas;&lt;br /&gt;Uma infância disputada,&lt;br /&gt;Onde estava em jogo &lt;br /&gt;Os melhores brinquedos&lt;br /&gt;E o melhor abraço dos nossos pais.&lt;br /&gt;O tempo passou &lt;br /&gt;E nasceu uma verdadeira amizade&lt;br /&gt;Recheada de sinceridade...&lt;br /&gt;E é por isso que venho por este meio com estas simples palavras&lt;br /&gt;Dizer o quanto te desejo uma completa felicidade&lt;br /&gt;E com toda sinceridade um&lt;br /&gt;Feliz Aniversário &lt;br /&gt;Meu irmão!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos &lt;br /&gt;E um forte abraço...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/182494138683044591-1974348711645290604?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/1974348711645290604/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=1974348711645290604&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/1974348711645290604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/1974348711645290604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/06/hoje-temos-aniversariante_17.html' title='Hoje temos aniversariante...'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RnWNZ4DEtVI/AAAAAAAAAFM/YPZZnlHdu5U/s72-c/parabens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-960078356002811187</id><published>2007-06-10T17:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T17:55:29.838+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamento solto'/><title type='text'>Pensamento solto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/Rmws4oDEtUI/AAAAAAAAAFE/8bqcsitc7ok/s1600-h/sonhar01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/Rmws4oDEtUI/AAAAAAAAAFE/8bqcsitc7ok/s400/sonhar01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074480231474312514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Se podemos sonhar, também podemos tornar nossos sonhos realidade."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Walt Disney)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/182494138683044591-960078356002811187?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/960078356002811187/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=960078356002811187&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/960078356002811187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/960078356002811187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/06/pensamento-solto.html' title='Pensamento solto...'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/Rmws4oDEtUI/AAAAAAAAAFE/8bqcsitc7ok/s72-c/sonhar01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-2836691823096493758</id><published>2007-06-10T17:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T18:04:49.201+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hoje sinto-me...'/><title type='text'>Hoje sinto-me assim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://especiarias.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/nuvens2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://especiarias.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/nuvens2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... a um palmo das nuvens!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/182494138683044591-2836691823096493758?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/2836691823096493758/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=2836691823096493758&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/2836691823096493758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/2836691823096493758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/06/hoje-sinto-me-assim.html' title='Hoje sinto-me assim...'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-8696034999800167980</id><published>2007-06-09T23:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T23:57:15.962+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dedicado'/><title type='text'>Hoje temos aniversariante...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://acuca.no.sapo.pt/dia_mae.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://acuca.no.sapo.pt/dia_mae.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por muito que queira escrever algo, não me ocorre nada. O amor que sinto por ti é incalculável, aquilo que te desejo, hummm nem consigo passar isso para aqui... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que mais te posso dizer para além do... ADORO-TE MÃE!! ÉS A MELHOR MÃE DO MUNDO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que já causei muito sofrimento, mas no meio disso senti que a nossa relação ganhou com isso, forteleceu a olhos vistos e aprendi a dar valor a tudo aquilo que me dizes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADORO-TE!!!&lt;br /&gt;E mais não digo, não vale a pena, acho que já sabes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FELIZ ANIVERSÁRIO!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/182494138683044591-8696034999800167980?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/8696034999800167980/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=8696034999800167980&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/8696034999800167980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/8696034999800167980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/06/hoje-temos-aniversariante.html' title='Hoje temos aniversariante...'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-3870192686942028223</id><published>2007-06-07T20:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T20:26:43.976+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foto de ouro'/><title type='text'>Melhores momentos #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RmhbFIDEtTI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5hqEvEw43bk/s1600-h/DSC00794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RmhbFIDEtTI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5hqEvEw43bk/s400/DSC00794.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073405123850712370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praia de Santo Amaro de Oeiras&lt;br /&gt;02-02-2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui fica uma foto tirada por mim...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/182494138683044591-3870192686942028223?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/3870192686942028223/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=3870192686942028223&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/3870192686942028223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/3870192686942028223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/06/melhores-momentos-1.html' title='Melhores momentos #1'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RmhbFIDEtTI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5hqEvEw43bk/s72-c/DSC00794.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-1117142528298962411</id><published>2007-06-05T23:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T23:30:30.301+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A ti...'/><title type='text'>Olha o que tu me fazes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RmXjG4DEtSI/AAAAAAAAAE0/xbn4G8VfCn0/s1600-h/amor02.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072710262566728994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RmXjG4DEtSI/AAAAAAAAAE0/xbn4G8VfCn0/s400/amor02.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Sintomas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;- Borboletas na barriga, nos momentos que antecedem o nosso encontro;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;- Um sorriso de orelha a orelha sempre que vejo no meu telemóvel o teu nome, seja mensagem ou telefonema;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;- Noites mal dormidas, a pensar em ti (isto quando ainda dá para dormir);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;- Estar até tarde a enviar, e receber mensagens tuas, mesmo sabendo que no dia seguinte o raio do despertador vai tocar cedíssmo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;- Olhar cada pessoa e admirar seu sorriso, e pensar… Será que sorri pelos mesmos motivos que eu?;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;- Não comer nada de jeito, simplesmente porque não tenho apetite;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;- Contar as horas, minutos, segundos até que te possa ver de novo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;- Adormecer a pensar em ti, acordar a pensar em ti…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;- Ir trabalhar com vontade (por muito estranho que pareça, lol, mas é verdade)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Sintomas e mais sintomas…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;CONCLUSÃO: Loucamente apaixonada!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;REMÉDIO: Passar todo tempo que tenho junto a ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Adoro sentir isto tudo!! Sinto que renasceu uma nova pessoa em mim; Estou mais calma, já não ligo ao que os dizem, os promenores passam-me ao lado, a vida é bela, e tu tens muita culpa no cartório, hehe!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;ADORO-TE!!&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/182494138683044591-1117142528298962411?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/1117142528298962411/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=1117142528298962411&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/1117142528298962411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/1117142528298962411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/06/olha-o-que-tu-me-fazes.html' title='Olha o que tu me fazes...'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RmXjG4DEtSI/AAAAAAAAAE0/xbn4G8VfCn0/s72-c/amor02.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-864040546635862836</id><published>2007-06-04T17:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T17:14:23.705+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A ti...'/><title type='text'>Dirigido a ti...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RmQ6IeiaKbI/AAAAAAAAAEs/7N6ZZwDP390/s1600-h/pic147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072242997636770226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RmQ6IeiaKbI/AAAAAAAAAEs/7N6ZZwDP390/s400/pic147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Obrigada por existires; obrigada por teres entrado na minha vida da forma que entraste... Obrigada por teres estado a meu lado desde então... obrigada por teres insistido para que eu visse o quanto gostas de mim, mesmo sabendo que andava numa outra dimensão, não arredaste pé, e esse gesto, só por si, diz tudo. Hoje afirmo com toda certeza do mundo... "eu também gosto muito de ti", e sinto que as coisas contigo vão ser feitas de uma outra maneira. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;És tu, quem eu tanto procurei!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Já estou feliz e sei que ainda me vais fazer mais feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Obrigada amor por tudo o que és.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ADORO-TE MUITO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; mas isso tu já sabias né?&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/182494138683044591-864040546635862836?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/864040546635862836/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=864040546635862836&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/864040546635862836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/864040546635862836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/06/dirigido-ti.html' title='Dirigido a ti...'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RmQ6IeiaKbI/AAAAAAAAAEs/7N6ZZwDP390/s72-c/pic147.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-602254931875533822</id><published>2007-06-01T18:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T18:43:51.646+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comemorações'/><title type='text'>Dia Mundial da Crainça</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RmBaQ-iaKaI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kprwPnWXZmA/s1600-h/DIA%2520MUNDIAL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071152428130904482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RmBaQ-iaKaI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kprwPnWXZmA/s400/DIA%2520MUNDIAL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje é o nosso dia...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vamos aproveitar que amanhã já somos cotas, hehehe...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bjinho e divirtam-se =)&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/182494138683044591-602254931875533822?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/602254931875533822/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=602254931875533822&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/602254931875533822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/602254931875533822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/06/dia-mundial-da-craina.html' title='Dia Mundial da Crainça'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RmBaQ-iaKaI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kprwPnWXZmA/s72-c/DIA%2520MUNDIAL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-7359015453701528983</id><published>2007-05-30T22:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T18:44:07.046+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamento solto'/><title type='text'>Pensamento solto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/Rl3mpuiaKZI/AAAAAAAAAEc/jUwDDu_bqGU/s1600-h/coragem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070462360030423442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/Rl3mpuiaKZI/AAAAAAAAAEc/jUwDDu_bqGU/s400/coragem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Quem perde os seus bens, perde muito; quem perde um amigo, perde mais; mas quem perde a coragem, perde tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(Miguel de Cervantes)&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/182494138683044591-7359015453701528983?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/7359015453701528983/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=7359015453701528983&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/7359015453701528983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/7359015453701528983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/05/pensamento-solto.html' title='Pensamento solto...'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/Rl3mpuiaKZI/AAAAAAAAAEc/jUwDDu_bqGU/s72-c/coragem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-3014125151924325518</id><published>2007-05-30T17:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T17:58:24.062+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='espaço e-mail'/><title type='text'>Será que o teu pé direito é inteligente?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/Rl2s2eiaKYI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Qvthg5lc2Mg/s1600-h/toplessandal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070398807399344514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/Rl2s2eiaKYI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Qvthg5lc2Mg/s400/toplessandal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Experimentem, é surpreendente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;O que se segue é tão engraçado que desafia qualquer compreensão lógica. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Aposto que irás tentar pelo menos cinquenta vezes para ver seconsegues contrariar o teu pé. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Mas sem sucesso!!! Experimenta…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;1. Então é assim: estás sentada na cadeira junto à secretária. De seguida, levanta o teu pé direito do chão. Uma vez o pé no ar, faz círculos com o mesmo, no sentido dos ponteiros de um relógio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;2. Ao mesmo tempo, desenha com a tua mão direita o número 6 no ar. O teu pé muda de direcção!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;3. Como já te tinha dito, não há nada que se possa fazer… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Que esquisito!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Recebido por e-mail: Manuel Gonçalves&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/182494138683044591-3014125151924325518?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/3014125151924325518/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=3014125151924325518&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/3014125151924325518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/3014125151924325518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/05/ser-que-o-teu-p-direito-inteligente.html' title='Será que o teu pé direito é inteligente?'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/Rl2s2eiaKYI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Qvthg5lc2Mg/s72-c/toplessandal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-5982614505888605188</id><published>2007-05-29T16:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T17:00:18.548+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hoje sinto-me...'/><title type='text'>Hoje sinto-me assim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RlxN8eiaKXI/AAAAAAAAAEM/0stiN5706Yc/s1600-h/Omareoceu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070012981897210226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RlxN8eiaKXI/AAAAAAAAAEM/0stiN5706Yc/s400/Omareoceu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;FELIZ!!!&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/182494138683044591-5982614505888605188?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/5982614505888605188/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=5982614505888605188&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/5982614505888605188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/5982614505888605188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/05/hoje-sinto-me-assim_29.html' title='Hoje sinto-me assim...'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RlxN8eiaKXI/AAAAAAAAAEM/0stiN5706Yc/s72-c/Omareoceu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-5296635327456891156</id><published>2007-05-28T22:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T22:43:07.494+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O que me deixa a pensar'/><title type='text'>Hummm... acho que...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.pequenosgrandespassos.blogger.com.br/pensativa2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.pequenosgrandespassos.blogger.com.br/pensativa2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;... começo a entender para que lado virar; ou melhor, começo a ver os traços de uma forma mais nítida e por fim começo a ceder um pouco. Será que isto é o que penso que seja?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Será que por fim encontrei o que tanto procurava? Mas... e se não for? Se der mais uma cabeçada?... e se não der?... Bem, o melhor mesmo é seguir o meu coração. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Vou deixar de fazer tanta pergunta. Quero ser ainda mais feliz do que já sou. Vou agarrar a oportunidade. O que tiver que ser, que seja!! Afinal a vida só faz sentido quando partilhada com outra pessoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/182494138683044591-5296635327456891156?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/5296635327456891156/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=5296635327456891156&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/5296635327456891156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/5296635327456891156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/05/hummm-acho-que.html' title='Hummm... acho que...'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-3199773548923968310</id><published>2007-05-27T19:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T19:52:41.528+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orgulho em...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RlnSzuiaKTI/AAAAAAAAADs/arkkwJWf-Ro/s1600-h/ta%C3%A7a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069314641689717042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RlnSzuiaKTI/AAAAAAAAADs/arkkwJWf-Ro/s320/ta%C3%A7a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E A TAÇA É NOSSA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;VIVA O SPORTING!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069315144200890690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RlnTQ-iaKUI/AAAAAAAAAD0/l4CYvxf1JFA/s320/26602.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/182494138683044591-3199773548923968310?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/3199773548923968310/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=3199773548923968310&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/3199773548923968310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/3199773548923968310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/05/e-taa-nossa-viva-o-sporting.html' title=''/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RlnSzuiaKTI/AAAAAAAAADs/arkkwJWf-Ro/s72-c/ta%C3%A7a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-2917102326848722943</id><published>2007-05-27T14:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T15:02:30.219+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deuses Gregos'/><title type='text'>Espaço dos Deuses Gregos #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RlmOhOiaKSI/AAAAAAAAADk/Hq5mYXGaKw8/s1600-h/3110464_gal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069239557071448354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RlmOhOiaKSI/AAAAAAAAADk/Hq5mYXGaKw8/s320/3110464_gal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; Nome: Johnny Depp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Data de Nascimento: 09-06-1963&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Perfeito, perfeito, perfeito!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/182494138683044591-2917102326848722943?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/2917102326848722943/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=2917102326848722943&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/2917102326848722943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/2917102326848722943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/05/espao-dos-deuses-gregos-2.html' title='Espaço dos Deuses Gregos #2'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RlmOhOiaKSI/AAAAAAAAADk/Hq5mYXGaKw8/s72-c/3110464_gal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-4244457854060960571</id><published>2007-05-26T16:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T15:02:57.334+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musica'/><title type='text'>Beyoncé Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RlhWHeiaKRI/AAAAAAAAADc/t3ZNyVOxzmM/s1600-h/DSC01137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068896067061950738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RlhWHeiaKRI/AAAAAAAAADc/t3ZNyVOxzmM/s320/DSC01137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EU ESTIVE LÁ...&lt;/strong&gt; e sabem que mais? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ADOREI!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Obrigada mano, se não fosses tu a dares-me a volta, teria perdido um grande espectáculo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Aquela mulher é mesmo poderosa, esteve tudo no mais alto nível, desde o som, ao jogo das luzes, passando pelo vestuário, as careografias, enfim tudo, foi um grande espectáculo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Apenas um contra... Fui um pouco esprimida, ao início irritou-me, mas depois com o passar do tempo habituei-me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;E digo desde já, se houver uma próxima, estarei lá batida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Bjinhos e abraços.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Mano, adoro-te muito!!!&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/182494138683044591-4244457854060960571?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/4244457854060960571/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=4244457854060960571&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/4244457854060960571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/4244457854060960571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/05/beyonc-experience.html' title='Beyoncé Experience'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RlhWHeiaKRI/AAAAAAAAADc/t3ZNyVOxzmM/s72-c/DSC01137.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-4548122084982296745</id><published>2007-05-21T19:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T19:19:36.394+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='espaço e-mail'/><title type='text'>O único defeito das Mulheres</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RlHiduiaKQI/AAAAAAAAADU/BNAD9KPUl8A/s1600-h/BlueEyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067080056104954114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RlHiduiaKQI/AAAAAAAAADU/BNAD9KPUl8A/s320/BlueEyes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Quando Deus fez a mulher, já estava a trabalhar há seis dias consecutivos. Apareceu um anjo que lhe perguntou: "Deus,porque estás a perder tanto tempo com esta criação?"Ao que Deus respondeu:"Já viste a minha lista de especificações para este projecto? Ela tem que ser completamente lavável, mas sem ser de plástico, tem mais de 200 partes móveis, todas substituíveis, e é capaz de sobreviver à base de coca-cola light e restos de comida, tem um colo capaz de segurar em quatro crianças ao mesmo tempo, tem um beijo capaz de curar qualquer coisa desde um arranhão no joelho a um coração ferido e faz isto tudo apenas com duas mãos. O anjo ficou estupefacto com estas especificações.“Só duas mãos!? Impossível! E esse é apenas o modelo normal? É muito trabalho só para um dia. É melhor acabares só amanhã." "Nem pensar", protestou Deus."Estou quase a acabar esta criação que me é tão querida. Ela já é capaz de se curar a si própria quando fica doente e consegue trabalhar 18 horas por dia."O anjo aproximou-se e tocou na mulher."Mas fizeste-a tão macia e delicada, meu Deus"."Sim, mas também pode ser muito resistente. Nem fazes ideia o que ela pode fazer e aguentar.""E ela vai ser capaz de pensar?" perguntou o anjo."Não só é capaz de pensar como é capaz de negociar e convencer" O anjo então reparou num pormenor e tocou na cara da mulher. "Ups, parece que tens uma fuga neste modelo. Eu disse-te que estavas a tentar fazer de mais numa criatura só." "Isso não é uma fuga, é uma lágrima." "E para que é que isso serve?" perguntou o anjo. "A lágrima é o seu modo de exprimir alegria, pena, dor, desilusão, amor, solidão, luto e orgulho."O anjo estava impressionado. "És um génio, Deus. Pensaste em tudo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;E de facto as mulheres são verdadeiramente espantosas. Têm capacidades que surpreendem os homens. Carregam fardos e dificuldades, mas mantendo um clima de felicidade, amor e alegria. Sorriem quando querem gritar. Cantam quando querem chorar. Choram quando estão felizes e riem quando estão nervosas. Lutam por aquilo em que acreditam e não aguentam injustiças. Não aceitam um "não" quando acreditam que existe uma solução melhor. Prescindem de tudo para dar à família. Vão com um amigo assustado ao médico. Amam incondicionalmente. Choram quando os seus filhos são os melhores e aplaudem quando um amigo ganha um prémio. Ficam radiantes quando nasce um bébé ou quando alguém se casa. Ficam devastadas com a morte de alguém querido, mas mantêm a força além de todos os limites. Sabem que um abraço e um beijo podem curar qualquer desgosto. Existem mulheres de todos os formatos, tamanhos e cores. Elas conduzem, voam, andam e correm ou mandam e-mails só para mostrar que se preocupam contigo. O coração de uma mulher mantêm este mundo a andar. Elas trazem alegria, esperança e amor. Dão apoio moral à sua família e amigos. As mulheres têm coisas vitais a dizer e tudo para dar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO ENTANTO, EXISTE UM DEFEITO NAS MULHERES... É QUE ELAS SE ESQUECEM CONSTANTEMENTE DO SEU VALOR!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Enviado por e-mail&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/182494138683044591-4548122084982296745?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/4548122084982296745/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=4548122084982296745&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/4548122084982296745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/4548122084982296745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/05/o-nico-defeito-das-mulheres.html' title='O único defeito das Mulheres'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RlHiduiaKQI/AAAAAAAAADU/BNAD9KPUl8A/s72-c/BlueEyes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-6724030211411953704</id><published>2007-05-21T16:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T22:20:08.410+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>HUMOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RltHduiaKWI/AAAAAAAAAEE/xXgW3u_BEQs/s1600-h/20061019_155210_Loiras_BD04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069724381569755490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RltHduiaKWI/AAAAAAAAAEE/xXgW3u_BEQs/s400/20061019_155210_Loiras_BD04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RltHROiaKVI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ehFeS2yJIzc/s1600-h/20061019_155210_Loiras_BD04.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/182494138683044591-6724030211411953704?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/6724030211411953704/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=6724030211411953704&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/6724030211411953704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/6724030211411953704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/05/humor.html' title='HUMOR'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RltHduiaKWI/AAAAAAAAAEE/xXgW3u_BEQs/s72-c/20061019_155210_Loiras_BD04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-5519880142043213778</id><published>2007-05-20T17:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T17:46:09.337+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hoje sinto-me...'/><title type='text'>Hoje sinto-me assim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RlB7GOiaKPI/AAAAAAAAADM/jh-IGgQz-rU/s1600-h/514844-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066684927703656690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RlB7GOiaKPI/AAAAAAAAADM/jh-IGgQz-rU/s320/514844-large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FRACA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Não gosto de me sentir assim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/182494138683044591-5519880142043213778?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/5519880142043213778/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=5519880142043213778&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/5519880142043213778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/5519880142043213778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/05/hoje-sinto-me-assim_20.html' title='Hoje sinto-me assim...'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RlB7GOiaKPI/AAAAAAAAADM/jh-IGgQz-rU/s72-c/514844-large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-4792121941766180071</id><published>2007-05-20T16:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T17:41:00.592+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dedicado'/><title type='text'>Hoje temos aniversariante...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RlBxguiaKOI/AAAAAAAAADE/ad2okFreSBE/s1600-h/pai_ht1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066674387853912290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RlBxguiaKOI/AAAAAAAAADE/ad2okFreSBE/s320/pai_ht1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RlBw5OiaKNI/AAAAAAAAAC8/36Brl6mzBvE/s1600-h/maospai-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pai querido...&lt;br /&gt;é com uma enorme felicidade que te escrevo neste teu dia, PAI quero-te ver sempre muito feliz. Neste teu dia espero que as tristezas não se façam presentes e qualquer dor ou angústia seja afastada de teu nobre coração. PAI, acho que o maior presente que um filho deve oferecer é uma alma cheia de agradecimentos,uma alma cheia de amor e ternura. PAI, peço todos os dias a Deus que te ilumine os caminhos e que lhe alongue os dias de vida,com harmonia, paz e saúde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;AMO-TE MUITO PAI!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;FELIZ ANIVERSÁRIO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/182494138683044591-4792121941766180071?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/4792121941766180071/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=4792121941766180071&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/4792121941766180071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/4792121941766180071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/05/hoje-temos-aniversariante_20.html' title='Hoje temos aniversariante...'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RlBxguiaKOI/AAAAAAAAADE/ad2okFreSBE/s72-c/pai_ht1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-8901452701815098722</id><published>2007-05-18T23:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T16:28:42.192+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brincadeiras'/><title type='text'>Porque os homens são mais felizes que as mulheres?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://gatopreto3.no.sapo.pt/rec_blog/homem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://gatopreto3.no.sapo.pt/rec_blog/homem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;- O último nome nunca muda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;- A garagem é toda deles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;- Os planos pro casamento aparecem feitos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;- Chocolate é apenas mais um snack. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;- Nunca ficam grávidos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;- Podem usar uma t-shirt branca para um parque aquático. De facto, podem nem levar t-shirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;- Os mecânicos falam com eles de maneira normal e não como se fossem atrasados mentais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;- Nunca têm que ir à procura de outra casa de banho porque a primeira tá um nojo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;- Mesmo emprego, melhor salário. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;- Vestido de noiva, pra cima dum balúrdio; blaiser 150EUR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;- As rugas e o cabelo grisalho dão-lhes estilo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;- Os sapatos novos não causam bolhas nem amarfanham os pés. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;- Têm sempre a mesma disposição.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;- As conversas telefónicas só duram 30 segundos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;- Para umas férias de 5 dias só precisam de uma mala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;- Conseguem abrir todos os frascos sem ajuda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;- Agir sem pensar é bem visto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;- A roupa interior é muito mais barata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;- Nunca têm problemas com as alças do soutien. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;- São incapazes de ver que a roupa está toda amassada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;- O mesmo estilo de penteado fica na moda durante décadas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;- Apenas se têm que preocupar com os pelos da cara. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;- Não se martirizam por terem pneus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;- Só precisam de um par de sapatos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;- Podem arranjar as unhas com um canivete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;- Não faz mal se tiverem bigode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;- Conseguem fazer as compras de Natal pra 25 parentes no dia 24, em 25 minutos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Não admira que sejam mais descontraídos...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/182494138683044591-8901452701815098722?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/8901452701815098722/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=8901452701815098722&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/8901452701815098722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/8901452701815098722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/05/porque-os-homens-so-mais-felizes-que-as.html' title='Porque os homens são mais felizes que as mulheres?'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-4419480914474824211</id><published>2007-05-17T20:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T21:04:42.045+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perdida por aí...'/><title type='text'>À deriva...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/Rky0meiaKMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/6LBAC4P-ulA/s1600-h/labirinto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065622254010378434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/Rky0meiaKMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/6LBAC4P-ulA/s320/labirinto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Entrei... E agora como saio? Ando às voltas, mas por muito que olhe e por muito que apalpe, sinto-me perdida... Não sei para onde virar, não faço a menor ideia qual o caminho tomar, não sei... Talvez seja melhor andar uns tempos assim à deriva, pode ser que assim com o passar do tempo o caminho se clarifique. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Sim ando dividida, e dói muito andar assim. Quero-me orientar, mas neste preciso momento não consigo. Olho em frente, mas tenho a sensação que olho para uma parede branca. Tento-me abstrair daquilo que passa a meu redor, mas acabo sempre por me chocar com a realidade, não quero mais este sentimento, quero sorrir de livre vontade, quero ter de novo a certeza daquilo que sinto, quero... Já nem sei o que quero!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Não sou pessoa de baixar os braços e tento sempre seguir o caminho da felicidade, mas aqui neste cruzamento, perdi-me... Preciso de um sinal. Preciso que alguém me ilumine. Preciso... Acho que já sabem daquilo que eu tanto preciso... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TEMPO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Preciso de tempo. &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/182494138683044591-4419480914474824211?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/4419480914474824211/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=4419480914474824211&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/4419480914474824211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/4419480914474824211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/05/entrei.html' title='À deriva...'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/Rky0meiaKMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/6LBAC4P-ulA/s72-c/labirinto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-5812150612179425768</id><published>2007-05-16T23:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T00:02:58.843+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O que me deixa fula...'/><title type='text'>Somos amigos, e daí?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://salamandra.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/Olho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://salamandra.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/Olho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Há algo de errado em uma rapariga ser amiga, e volto a repetir &lt;strong&gt;AMIGA&lt;/strong&gt;, de um rapaz? No meu ver - a não ser que eu seja muito ingénua - eu acho que é perfeitamente normal. Eu acho que pode haver uma grande amizade entre dois seres do sexo oposto, sem nunca haver segundas intenções... Não percebo o que uma coisa leva a outra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Fizeram-me hoje a pergunta mais ridicula. "Tu namoras com teu colega novo?". Sério, estas coisas tiram-me do meu estado normal. Namoro? Porquê? Só porque me dou bem com ele? Só porque lhe tento orientar quando acho que ele se perdeu? Não entendo... É meu amigo sim senhora, e daí? O que querem que eu faça? Que lhe dê um xuto no rabo e que lhe diga, "olha safa-te, porque esta gente daqui não vê com bons olhos uma amizade entre rapariga-rapaz". Não o faço, sabem porquê? Não vou permitir que a vossa mente mude a minha maneira de ser, sou como sou, quem gosta, gosta. Quem não gosta, arruma pró lado. E tenho dito!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;E com tanto disparate já perdi a conta aos namorados atribuídos no meu local de trabalho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Mas ok... Volto a frisar, ter alguém que trabalhe no mesmo sítio que eu, não obrigada, deu mal uma vez, não arrisco uma segunda, portanto a próxima vez que me queiram atribuír alguém, pensem nisso. Assim já me poupam à questão do costume "Namoras com o fulano tal?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Beijinhos e abraços!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/182494138683044591-5812150612179425768?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/5812150612179425768/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=5812150612179425768&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/5812150612179425768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/5812150612179425768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/05/somos-amigos-e-da.html' title='Somos amigos, e daí?'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-8651157683070473168</id><published>2007-05-15T17:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T17:23:10.676+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hoje sinto-me...'/><title type='text'>Hoje sinto-me assim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/Rknc1B8OBMI/AAAAAAAAACs/lY1K9diJez0/s1600-h/26668363_CRW_5682afterafter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064822059567023298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/Rknc1B8OBMI/AAAAAAAAACs/lY1K9diJez0/s320/26668363_CRW_5682afterafter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje acordei assim, é dia de folga, os pássaros cantam, o dia aparenta estar bom, mas deixem-me dormir... Quero descanso!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/182494138683044591-8651157683070473168?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/8651157683070473168/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=8651157683070473168&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/8651157683070473168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/8651157683070473168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/05/hoje-sinto-me-assim.html' title='Hoje sinto-me assim...'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/Rknc1B8OBMI/AAAAAAAAACs/lY1K9diJez0/s72-c/26668363_CRW_5682afterafter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-4636801296945062107</id><published>2007-05-14T23:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T16:40:35.581+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dedicado'/><title type='text'>Parabéns...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RkjixR8OBLI/AAAAAAAAACk/B55ic7s4B9s/s1600-h/maorosa.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064547117235569842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RkjixR8OBLI/AAAAAAAAACk/B55ic7s4B9s/s320/maorosa.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Nestes últimos dias houve dois grandes motivos de felicidade na minha familia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Nasceu no passado dia &lt;strong&gt;11 de Maio&lt;/strong&gt; o mais recente membro da familia, o pequeno &lt;strong&gt;Christiano&lt;/strong&gt;, ainda não vi fotos, pois nasceu na minha terra natal, África do Sul, mas pelo o que dizem ele é Lindo, &lt;strong&gt;MUITOS PARABÉNS&lt;/strong&gt; à mãmã e desejo-vos a maior das felicidades, ADORO-VOS e morro de saudades...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;E ontem minha avó festejou seu &lt;strong&gt;75º aniversário&lt;/strong&gt;, queria te poder abraçar e te dar um beijo do tamanho do mundo, mas a distância não o permite, mas fica a intenção. &lt;strong&gt;AMO-TE AVÓ,&lt;/strong&gt; significas tudo para mim, e espero que dures muitos anitos, pois ainda me fazes muita falta!! &lt;strong&gt;Muitas felicidades&lt;/strong&gt;, e luta avó, sei que não é fácil sentir a ausência do avô, mas temos que ser fortes e lutar, de certeza que é isso que Ele quer que façamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;E ao resto da minha familia, gozem bem a boa fase que atravessamos, juntos conseguimos derrubar tudo e todos. &lt;strong&gt;AMO-VOS A TODOS!!!&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/182494138683044591-4636801296945062107?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/4636801296945062107/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=4636801296945062107&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/4636801296945062107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/4636801296945062107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/05/parabns.html' title='Parabéns...'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RkjixR8OBLI/AAAAAAAAACk/B55ic7s4B9s/s72-c/maorosa.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-1873221865235370145</id><published>2007-05-14T19:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T16:52:59.439+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Revolta'/><title type='text'>STOP!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RkirTh8OBKI/AAAAAAAAACc/7NZV-RnRSkg/s1600-h/regresso.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064486132994933922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RkirTh8OBKI/AAAAAAAAACc/7NZV-RnRSkg/s320/regresso.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;O copo encheu e para mim já chega.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Vou deixar de ser a boa da fita, deixar de ser amiga daqueles que não merecem, vou deixar de fechar os olhos a certas coisas, vou deixar de fazer de contas que nada me afecta, hoje digo &lt;strong&gt;BASTA!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Fartei-me das tuas cenas, fartei-me das tuas fitas, dos teus filmes, dos teus arrependimentos - que, aqui só para nós, tu não te arrependes de nada, confessa - metes toda gente no coração, mas andas sempre desejosa de espetar algo nas costas, fartei-me... Chega dos teus jogos sujos, pára de mentir, faz um favor à humanidade e sobretudo a ti própria e encara a realidade, já não és criança nenhuma, pelo menos de idade, porque de cabeça... Hummm, nem criança és, isso até é uma ofensa, vendo bem, nessa cabeça só sopra vento, é... é isso mesmo, vento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Se há coisa que odeio, é que me façam de parva, e hoje abusaste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Descobri. Vi com meus próprios olhos a tua intenção... "TIRA A MÃO DAÍ" não te diz nada? Pergunta estúpida né? Claro que não, e eu sei porquê. Tu não tens principios e nem limites, não sei que raio te passou pela cabeça, nem sei o que andas a tomar, mas deves andar com teu sistema todo alterado, é impossível que não andes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Bem, mas vamos ao que interessa... Lamento informar, a tua máscara caiu, podes apanha-lá e sai da minha vida, apaga tudo, contacto, morada, imagens, tudo... Mesmo que te apanhes no fundo do poço, não voltes, aqui já não mora ninguém, ou melhor, mora, mas outro alguém. Um alguém que não conheces e que não terás gosto nenhum em conhecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Deixaste de existir, deixaste de ser minha amiga e mais, nem o "estatuto" de conhecida obténs, apagou-se tudo, na minha memória já só aparece uma mancha - isso reperesenta a tua pessoa - É triste não é? Pois, eu sei que sim, momentos de felicidade, isso faz parte do passado. Podia perdoar, mas desta vez não, foi a gota de água. Recuso-me a perder mais tempo com pessoas como &lt;strong&gt;TU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Quem és? Não sei, e vendo bem, nunca soube!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Diz-me... Mereço? Eu acho que não!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Amigos lutam pela felicidade uns dos outros, é assim que eu acho que devia ser, mas tu nunca quizeste saber disso, tentavas sempre passar com a perna por cima, mas desta vez sou eu que vou passar com minha perna por cima de ti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adeus! Adeus para sempre!!...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/182494138683044591-1873221865235370145?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/1873221865235370145/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=1873221865235370145&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/1873221865235370145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/1873221865235370145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/05/stop.html' title='STOP!!'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RkirTh8OBKI/AAAAAAAAACc/7NZV-RnRSkg/s72-c/regresso.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-3285423187872825403</id><published>2007-05-09T17:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T16:53:12.776+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SMS'/><title type='text'>Espaço SMS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://angelwings.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/Outono.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://angelwings.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/Outono.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;"Quando algo de que gostes acabar, ou simplesmente for embora... Lembra-te que as folhas do Outono não caem porque querem, mas sim porque é chegada a hora..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Enviada por: Nuno Freitas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Sempre que leio estas palavras as lágrimas soltam-se e caem da minha face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Amo-te Avô, tenho-te para sempre no meu coração...&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/182494138683044591-3285423187872825403?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/3285423187872825403/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=3285423187872825403&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/3285423187872825403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/3285423187872825403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/05/espao-sms.html' title='Espaço SMS'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-6238816680450316505</id><published>2007-05-08T20:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T16:52:28.832+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hoje apetecia-me...'/><title type='text'>Hummm... hoje apetecia-me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.afamiliacresceu.com.br/images/08_02_06Fernanda-Scott_site.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.afamiliacresceu.com.br/images/08_02_06Fernanda-Scott_site.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Uma massagem... E que tal cumprires com tua palavra?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Garanto-te que hoje a tal massagem vinha mesmo a calhar!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Mas enfim... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Sabes que mais? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ADORO-TE...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Já me contentava em ver o teu lindo sorriso, o tal sorriso que vi no domingo quando jantamos em grupo...&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/182494138683044591-6238816680450316505?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/6238816680450316505/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=6238816680450316505&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/6238816680450316505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/6238816680450316505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/05/hummm-hoje-apetecia-me.html' title='Hummm... hoje apetecia-me...'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-1305025068253433626</id><published>2007-05-03T17:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T16:41:49.301+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dedicado'/><title type='text'>Hoje temos aniversariante...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.laurapoesias.com/datas_especiais/aniversario/feliz_aniversario3_dez_g3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.laurapoesias.com/datas_especiais/aniversario/feliz_aniversario3_dez_g3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Muitos Parabéns ao meu grande amigo João...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;- e já lá vai um quarto de século - hehehe, desejo-te muitas felicidades, muita sorte, saúde para dar e vender, blá blá blá e claro dinheirinho para gastos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Adoro-te "meu doido", és um espéctaculo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Bjoka bem grande pra ti, espero que te divirtas muito neste teu dia =)&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/182494138683044591-1305025068253433626?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/1305025068253433626/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=1305025068253433626&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/1305025068253433626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/1305025068253433626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/05/hoje-temos-aniversariante.html' title='Hoje temos aniversariante...'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-123995945810021031</id><published>2007-05-02T22:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T16:53:39.372+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A pensar em ti'/><title type='text'>Pedaços de mim sem ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RjkJth8OBJI/AAAAAAAAACU/3TeTH5I5rWA/s1600-h/4uejl13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060086334137173138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RjkJth8OBJI/AAAAAAAAACU/3TeTH5I5rWA/s320/4uejl13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ando...&lt;br /&gt;Ouço...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Vejo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas faço isto tudo por fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não ando por onde quero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não ouço o que gostava de ouvir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E sobretudo não vejo quem eu gostava de ver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sinto a tua falta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Estranho!! Eu sei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quero-te ver, tocar, sentir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas tenho medo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Porquê?!?!... Não sei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quero-te abraçar, beijar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quero-te amar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Será?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Acho que sim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Procuro o meu rumo, sei onde estás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas por incrível que pareça não vou ao teu encontro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Vou antes para o meu canto, para o meu sítio, meu local e refugio-me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Aqui vejo o teu olhar, teu sorriso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sinto o teu toque...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Acarcias-me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lentamente abro os olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não te vejo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Será que eras tu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sorrio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Gostava que fosses tu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Se ao menos fosses tu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Choro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não, não foste tu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tudo não passa da minha imaginação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sera que algum dia isto tudo se torna realidade?&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/182494138683044591-123995945810021031?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/123995945810021031/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=123995945810021031&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/123995945810021031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/123995945810021031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/05/pedaos-de-mim-sem-ti.html' title='Pedaços de mim sem ti'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RjkJth8OBJI/AAAAAAAAACU/3TeTH5I5rWA/s72-c/4uejl13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-2938970708596713312</id><published>2007-04-30T23:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T16:43:40.106+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamento solto'/><title type='text'>Pensamento solto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Alguns pensam que para se ser amigo basta querê-lo, como se para se estar são bastasse desejar a saúde...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(Aristóteles)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/182494138683044591-2938970708596713312?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/2938970708596713312/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=2938970708596713312&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/2938970708596713312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/2938970708596713312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/04/pensamento-solto.html' title='Pensamento solto...'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-1578178665551063250</id><published>2007-04-30T17:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T16:52:10.662+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orgulho em...'/><title type='text'>Amor à minha camisola!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RjYXch8OBII/AAAAAAAAACM/pOFh3qgJ_AA/s1600-h/263701265_img.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059257010312053890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RjYXch8OBII/AAAAAAAAACM/pOFh3qgJ_AA/s320/263701265_img.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;O jogo de ontem, até podia ter sido melhor, tenho consciência disso, mas não foi de todo mau, deixem-me ao menos saborear o momento!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logo no início, do jogo, vi o clube do meu coração a marcar aos 2 minutos, por breves instantes pensei “isto promete”. De facto prometeu, promete que vamos ter que sofrer até chegar ao final do campeonato, isto para não perder o rasto ao F.C.Porto e não ceder terreno ao Benfica… Ahhh que nervos!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Iniciamos bem o jogo, mas depois na segunda metade viu-se o Benfica a crescer, graças a Deus não cresceu o suficiente para chegar ao momento do segundo golo, que por sinal teve à espreita. Acabamos empatados, e quem se riu no fim do jogo, foi a nação Portista!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Agora, relembrando os momentos que antecederam ao jogo…&lt;br /&gt;Uma tarde inteira a receber sms dos amigos benfiquistas com aquele tom arrogante caracteristico deles - é nestes momentos que adorava que os sms não fossem de borla - pensei mesmo seriamente em desligar o dito cujo, mas estaria a dar a parte fraca, aguentei e dei desprezo, hummm é chato isso né? Eu sei…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Depois tivemos o jogo, lá uma vez ou outra o telemóvel dava sinal de uma mensagem nova. Bolas, mas nem no decorrer do jogo está gente pára? Mais uns instantes de desprezo, e no final do jogo sou de novo bombardeada… Uns a dizer que isto não fica assim, que os encarnados mereciam ganhar, outros a darem-me os parabéns, isso sim, isso é bonito de se ler. Mas no meio de tanta sms, recebo uma de um amigo Portista… “Nina, queres ser feliz, muda pro Porto, até fora do campo eles conseguem ser felizes”, isto enervou-me solenemente… Se há coisa que posso jurar a pés juntos, é o facto de me manter fiel ao meu clube, sou SPORTINGUISTA desde SEMPRE, nasci SPORTINGUISTA, morro SPORTINGUISTA!! Isso, não há ninguém que mude em mim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Tenho amor à minha camisola, digam o que disserem, façam o que fizerem, o SPORTING acompanha-me sempre, tenho orgulho em ser SPORTINGUISTA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FORÇA LEÕES!!&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/182494138683044591-1578178665551063250?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/1578178665551063250/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=1578178665551063250&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/1578178665551063250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/1578178665551063250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/04/amor-minha-camisola.html' title='Amor à minha camisola!!'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RjYXch8OBII/AAAAAAAAACM/pOFh3qgJ_AA/s72-c/263701265_img.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-1560030374036082532</id><published>2007-04-29T19:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T16:50:36.819+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafo'/><title type='text'>Dia Não!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RjTrqh8OBHI/AAAAAAAAACE/6OliYqjXRhc/s1600-h/humor_detodo_52.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058927397341889650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RjTrqh8OBHI/AAAAAAAAACE/6OliYqjXRhc/s320/humor_detodo_52.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hummm, olhando para isto e pensando bem na frase... Concordo!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pior mesmo, só o Sporting perdendo o derby com o Benfica...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/182494138683044591-1560030374036082532?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/1560030374036082532/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=1560030374036082532&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/1560030374036082532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/1560030374036082532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/04/dia-no.html' title='Dia Não!!!'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RjTrqh8OBHI/AAAAAAAAACE/6OliYqjXRhc/s72-c/humor_detodo_52.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-3380904738003354210</id><published>2007-04-25T11:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T16:49:57.223+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deuses Gregos'/><title type='text'>Espaço dos Deuses Gregos #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/Ri8ohx8OBGI/AAAAAAAAAB8/i29mG-_Llfs/s1600-h/4539699_gal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057305467367064674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/Ri8ohx8OBGI/AAAAAAAAAB8/i29mG-_Llfs/s320/4539699_gal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nome: Orlando Bloom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Data de nascimento: 13-01-1977&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Há coisas fantásticas, não há?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/182494138683044591-3380904738003354210?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/3380904738003354210/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=3380904738003354210&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/3380904738003354210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/3380904738003354210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/04/espao-dos-deuses-gregos-1.html' title='Espaço dos Deuses Gregos #1'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/Ri8ohx8OBGI/AAAAAAAAAB8/i29mG-_Llfs/s72-c/4539699_gal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-6882954136379065939</id><published>2007-04-24T17:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T16:49:35.327+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hoje apetecia-me...'/><title type='text'>Hummm... hoje apetecia-me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/Ri4sWjed68I/AAAAAAAAAB0/QZSOJwr3ZR0/s1600-h/Paint_Your_Love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057028197575420866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/Ri4sWjed68I/AAAAAAAAAB0/QZSOJwr3ZR0/s320/Paint_Your_Love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mergulhar em teus braços, sentir o teu calor... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Apetece-me estar a teu lado!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Adoro-te!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Mais adiante pode ser que eu venha a desvendar este mistério...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;O mistério da pessoa adorada por... mim, hummm parece-me bem, hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/182494138683044591-6882954136379065939?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/6882954136379065939/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=6882954136379065939&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/6882954136379065939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/6882954136379065939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/04/hummm-hoje-apetecia-me.html' title='Hummm... hoje apetecia-me...'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/Ri4sWjed68I/AAAAAAAAAB0/QZSOJwr3ZR0/s72-c/Paint_Your_Love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182494138683044591.post-1692198490101412912</id><published>2007-04-18T19:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T16:48:57.700+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O que me deixa a pensar'/><title type='text'>Sentido da vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RiaC7lsnMYI/AAAAAAAAABs/yJQ-PaW1Q9g/s1600-h/pic47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054871592013083010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RiaC7lsnMYI/AAAAAAAAABs/yJQ-PaW1Q9g/s320/pic47.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Não sei ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;se a vida é curta ou longa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;mas sei que nada do que vivemos tem sentido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;se não tocamos o coração das pessoas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Muitas vezes basta ser: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;colo que acolhe, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;braço que envolve, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;palavra que conforta, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;silêncio que respeita, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;alegria que contagia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;lágrima que corre, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;olhar que acaricia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;amor que promove. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;E isso não é coisa de outro mundo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;é o que dá sentido à vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;É o que faz com que ela não seja nem curta, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;nem longa demais, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;mas que seja intensa, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;verdadeira, e pura ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;enquanto durar ...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/182494138683044591-1692198490101412912?l=espacodosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/1692198490101412912/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182494138683044591&amp;postID=1692198490101412912&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/1692198490101412912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182494138683044591/posts/default/1692198490101412912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodosentidos.blogspot.com/2007/04/sentido-da-vida.html' title='Sentido da vida'/><author><name>Mareluar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11258675449117225667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://blog.netsite.com.br/nathan.jr/fotos/BFBBA429-C05B-42F6-9049-7C247EBF9B1F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NSUc7HspdA/RiaC7lsnMYI/AAAAAAAAABs/yJQ-PaW1Q9g/s72-c/pic47.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
