<?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-5884926041007019619</id><updated>2011-07-08T01:08:13.649+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamentos em verso</title><subtitle type='html'>É nos versos que eu consigo explicar o inexplicável, dizer o "indizível", expor o imperceptível... é onde eu me consigo espelhar, é com quem eu posso desabafar, é como me consigo expressar!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiechaves.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884926041007019619/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiechaves.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16477714910555266705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/SLILpLtFvXI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ocKy_Q4H_Jo/S220/BBlg.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884926041007019619.post-7973666353717903263</id><published>2010-02-01T00:20:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-02-01T16:45:36.926Z</updated><title type='text'>Cruel Desfalecimento</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Cruel é a tua indiferença, não o meu olhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Cruel é o teu silêncio, não as minhas palavras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Cruel é esqueceres de te lembrar de mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;não eu tentar lembrar-me de te esquecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Cruel é a forma como mentes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;não a frieza com que te respondo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sou fria,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;porque me deixas esquecido na noite gelada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;porque me respondes com palavras gélidas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;com a tua indiferença cortante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sou inexpressiva,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;porque me falas com palavras ofegantes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;porque me sugaste a força com tanta indiferença,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;porque me cansei de tanto esquecimento...&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/S2cEgKzwHGI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Dwyu5AMjxvM/s1600-h/ice+man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 188px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 255px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433316426149534818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/S2cEgKzwHGI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Dwyu5AMjxvM/s320/ice+man.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Simplesmente caí no desfalecimento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;da minha própria pessoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/S2cClgS0rNI/AAAAAAAAAMo/-z3AsxdN46w/s1600-h/ice+man.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Perdi-me na batalha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Já nem me lembra aquilo pelo qual lutava,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;pelo qual tanto ansiava e buscava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Dou por mim rodeada de paredes gélidas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;camadas de gelo cortante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Já nem sequer sei, como me libertar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Deslembrei-me do amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;desprezei o romântico...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Simplesmente deixei de acreditar!&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/5884926041007019619-7973666353717903263?l=angiechaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiechaves.blogspot.com/feeds/7973666353717903263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5884926041007019619&amp;postID=7973666353717903263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884926041007019619/posts/default/7973666353717903263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884926041007019619/posts/default/7973666353717903263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiechaves.blogspot.com/2010/02/cruel-desfalecimento.html' title='Cruel Desfalecimento'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16477714910555266705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/SLILpLtFvXI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ocKy_Q4H_Jo/S220/BBlg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/S2cEgKzwHGI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Dwyu5AMjxvM/s72-c/ice+man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884926041007019619.post-732247751539420213</id><published>2009-04-28T03:33:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T00:21:56.520+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Homenagem a ti Bô!</title><content type='html'>Avô!&lt;br /&gt;Palavra que jamais esquecerei!&lt;br /&gt;Nome que se gravou&lt;br /&gt;Como fogo no meu coração!&lt;br /&gt;Homem de grande valor,&lt;br /&gt;De interminável força!&lt;br /&gt;Lutou para além das suas  próprias forças&lt;br /&gt;Vencendo a maior das lutas,&lt;br /&gt;Obtendo a maior das vitórias,&lt;br /&gt;A vida eterna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A falta que nos fazes Bô!&lt;br /&gt;As saudades que temos das tuas palavras,&lt;br /&gt;Da tua simples presença,&lt;br /&gt;Da tua força e coragem!...&lt;br /&gt;Não há dia que passe&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/SfZqr1z6oTI/AAAAAAAAAMg/yINWU-xdzwI/s1600-h/whit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 113px; height: 170px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/SfZqr1z6oTI/AAAAAAAAAMg/yINWU-xdzwI/s320/whit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329564510451310898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não me lembre de ti,&lt;br /&gt;Do teu simples jeito de viver,&lt;br /&gt;De nos apoiar como alicerce firme,&lt;br /&gt;Inquebrável!&lt;br /&gt;És o meu orgulho, o meu herói,&lt;br /&gt;o Homem que para sempre admirarei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É por ti,&lt;br /&gt;Pelo orgulho que sempre em mim depositaste,&lt;br /&gt;Que ganho força e coragem&lt;br /&gt;Para secar estas lágrimas,&lt;br /&gt;Ultrapassar estes momentos…&lt;br /&gt;Sempre que caio recordo-me de ti,&lt;br /&gt;Das tuas palavras de força,&lt;br /&gt;Daquele simples abraço,&lt;br /&gt;Daquele pequeno beijo,&lt;br /&gt;Daquele brilho com que teus olhos se enchiam&lt;br /&gt;Quando falavas de mim,&lt;br /&gt;Quando te orgulhavas de ser meu avô.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre estiveste presente nas nossas vidas&lt;br /&gt;Como admirável Pai e Avô…&lt;br /&gt;E agora…&lt;br /&gt;Estas e para sempre continuarás nas nossas vidas,&lt;br /&gt;Como nosso guia, nossa protecção,&lt;br /&gt;Nosso eterno Anjo da Guarda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até sempre meu Avô, meu querido e amado Anjo da Guarda!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884926041007019619-732247751539420213?l=angiechaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiechaves.blogspot.com/feeds/732247751539420213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5884926041007019619&amp;postID=732247751539420213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884926041007019619/posts/default/732247751539420213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884926041007019619/posts/default/732247751539420213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiechaves.blogspot.com/2009/04/ti-bo.html' title='Homenagem a ti Bô!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16477714910555266705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/SLILpLtFvXI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ocKy_Q4H_Jo/S220/BBlg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/SfZqr1z6oTI/AAAAAAAAAMg/yINWU-xdzwI/s72-c/whit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884926041007019619.post-6527405330275685457</id><published>2009-01-10T22:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-04-25T22:52:30.293+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A ti Bô!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/SfOGC7qVOLI/AAAAAAAAAMA/SoVryuYg6bw/s1600-h/BLack+rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 111px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/SfOGC7qVOLI/AAAAAAAAAMA/SoVryuYg6bw/s320/BLack+rose.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328750169042532530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;No dia 28 de Dezembro, este mundo perdeu um dos GRANDES HOMENS que tinha, um Homem que lutou com uma força inquebrantável até ao último respiro. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Não conseguiu a vitória que todos nós desejávamos, conseguiu uma vitória maior… Ganhou a vida eterna! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Não há palavras suficientes neste mundo para dignificar este Homem!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Este mundo perdeu um tesouro incalculável, mas esta Família jamais te perderá!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Até sempre Bô!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884926041007019619-6527405330275685457?l=angiechaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiechaves.blogspot.com/feeds/6527405330275685457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5884926041007019619&amp;postID=6527405330275685457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884926041007019619/posts/default/6527405330275685457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884926041007019619/posts/default/6527405330275685457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiechaves.blogspot.com/2009/01/ti-bo.html' title='A ti Bô!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16477714910555266705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/SLILpLtFvXI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ocKy_Q4H_Jo/S220/BBlg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/SfOGC7qVOLI/AAAAAAAAAMA/SoVryuYg6bw/s72-c/BLack+rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884926041007019619.post-4829674197966552753</id><published>2008-12-03T09:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-19T22:10:48.318Z</updated><title type='text'>Hora Malvada!</title><content type='html'>Aquele dia,&lt;br /&gt;aquela hora,&lt;br /&gt;aquela notícia,&lt;br /&gt;aquele sentimento!&lt;br /&gt;Senti o mundo a desabar &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/STibLao9_sI/AAAAAAAAALg/Eatm6JLCLAE/s1600-h/ppp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276137583896559298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/STibLao9_sI/AAAAAAAAALg/Eatm6JLCLAE/s320/ppp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;senti uma incompreensão,&lt;br /&gt;uma raiva.. mas porque???&lt;br /&gt;Apenas isto me corria incansavelmente&lt;br /&gt;pela cabeça&lt;br /&gt;no mesmo ritmo acelerante&lt;br /&gt;com que as lágrimas me percorriam a face.&lt;br /&gt;Apenas queria que o mundo parasse,&lt;br /&gt;só por instantes!&lt;br /&gt;Queria perceber,&lt;br /&gt;conseguir recuperar o fôlego.&lt;br /&gt;“Porque??? Mas porque???”&lt;br /&gt;Quanto mais o pensava&lt;br /&gt;mais perdida me sentia...&lt;br /&gt;Sentia-me indefesa, inútil!&lt;br /&gt;A fraqueza se apoderou de mim&lt;br /&gt;como nunca antes tinha conseguido.&lt;br /&gt;O meu corpo tremia,&lt;br /&gt;a minha mente não queria acreditar,&lt;br /&gt;o meu coração sentiu se perdido, despedaçado… &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/STibgfHoooI/AAAAAAAAALo/0RwCiJTC2Z8/s1600-h/so.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276137945876177538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/STibgfHoooI/AAAAAAAAALo/0RwCiJTC2Z8/s320/so.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não podia ser,&lt;br /&gt;não a ele!&lt;br /&gt;Desejava com tanta força&lt;br /&gt;que aquilo fosse um pesadelo,&lt;br /&gt;mas os segundos passavam&lt;br /&gt;e eu continuava acordada,&lt;br /&gt;era a realidade,&lt;br /&gt;era um facto que eu teria de encarar,&lt;br /&gt;era uma luta da qual eu fazia parte!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884926041007019619-4829674197966552753?l=angiechaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiechaves.blogspot.com/feeds/4829674197966552753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5884926041007019619&amp;postID=4829674197966552753' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884926041007019619/posts/default/4829674197966552753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884926041007019619/posts/default/4829674197966552753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiechaves.blogspot.com/2008/12/hora-malvada.html' title='Hora Malvada!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16477714910555266705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/SLILpLtFvXI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ocKy_Q4H_Jo/S220/BBlg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/STibLao9_sI/AAAAAAAAALg/Eatm6JLCLAE/s72-c/ppp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884926041007019619.post-2107487439547802482</id><published>2008-10-17T02:58:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T00:27:03.518Z</updated><title type='text'>És a minha cicatriz</title><content type='html'>És uma marca,&lt;br /&gt;uma cicatriz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia foste a razão,  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/SQeByDXy3rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/NoHe2nFbZOA/s1600-h/scar1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262317386504265394" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 114px; height: 148px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/SQeByDXy3rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/NoHe2nFbZOA/s400/scar1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas, agora,&lt;br /&gt;és apenas uma recordação.&lt;br /&gt;Marcaste-me para a vida,&lt;br /&gt;disso não me esqueço,&lt;br /&gt;recordo,&lt;br /&gt;da mesma forma que relembro,&lt;br /&gt;todas as lições que aprendi,&lt;br /&gt;todos os momentos que vivi,&lt;br /&gt;todos os instantes que me carimbaram&lt;br /&gt;para esta viagem da vida&lt;br /&gt;com destino incerto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;És uma cicatriz,&lt;br /&gt;uma marca que fica&lt;br /&gt;daquele capítulo,&lt;br /&gt;daquela página virada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/SQeB-Zju_SI/AAAAAAAAALY/9bIfbLx7tBA/s1600-h/scar2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262317598618352930" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 109px; height: 160px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/SQeB-Zju_SI/AAAAAAAAALY/9bIfbLx7tBA/s400/scar2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazes parte da minha história,&lt;br /&gt;farás sempre parte de mim,&lt;br /&gt;da pessoa que sou hoje,&lt;br /&gt;mas, jamais serás&lt;br /&gt;um desejo a alcançar,&lt;br /&gt;um capítulo a abraçar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazes parte das&lt;br /&gt;páginas que lá vão,&lt;br /&gt;não da tinta&lt;br /&gt;ansiosa por manchar&lt;br /&gt;as páginas em branco&lt;br /&gt;deste meu livro,&lt;br /&gt;livro da vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;»»Aui está o que uma canção juntamente com um pouco de inspiração e experiência da vida podem produzir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884926041007019619-2107487439547802482?l=angiechaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiechaves.blogspot.com/feeds/2107487439547802482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5884926041007019619&amp;postID=2107487439547802482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884926041007019619/posts/default/2107487439547802482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884926041007019619/posts/default/2107487439547802482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiechaves.blogspot.com/2008/10/s-minha-cicatriz.html' title='És a minha cicatriz'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16477714910555266705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/SLILpLtFvXI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ocKy_Q4H_Jo/S220/BBlg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/SQeByDXy3rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/NoHe2nFbZOA/s72-c/scar1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884926041007019619.post-956732617935007157</id><published>2008-07-09T02:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T02:24:54.720+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cobardia??? Desconheço!</title><content type='html'>Não sou cobarde&lt;br /&gt;porque não tenho receio&lt;br /&gt;de chorar ou de me magoar,&lt;br /&gt;porque antes de um momento triste&lt;br /&gt;há sempre um feliz!&lt;br /&gt;Porque vejo na desilusão&lt;br /&gt;uma recordção...&lt;br /&gt;Não sou cobarde!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque luto pelo que quero,&lt;br /&gt;arrisco,&lt;br /&gt;não tenho medo de sofrer,&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/SO1dehS28mI/AAAAAAAAAII/siWG5uyY2PA/s1600-h/Free.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254959119126164066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/SO1dehS28mI/AAAAAAAAAII/siWG5uyY2PA/s320/Free.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apenas de me arrepender&lt;br /&gt;de não o fazer.&lt;br /&gt;Porque sei o que quero...&lt;br /&gt;Não sou cobarde!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu vivo,&lt;br /&gt;não da forma perfeita,&lt;br /&gt;mas à minha maneira...&lt;br /&gt;Não sou cobarde!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque não procuro o que é fácil,&lt;br /&gt;não faço o que me dizem,&lt;br /&gt;faço o que quero!&lt;br /&gt;Procuro o difícil, a essência,&lt;br /&gt;luto pelo que preciso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sou cobarde,&lt;br /&gt;porque a cobardia&lt;br /&gt;torna-nos incompletos...&lt;br /&gt;Prefiro sentir tristeza&lt;br /&gt;(um estado passageiro)&lt;br /&gt;que sentir um vazio&lt;br /&gt;que nunca desaparece!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884926041007019619-956732617935007157?l=angiechaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiechaves.blogspot.com/feeds/956732617935007157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5884926041007019619&amp;postID=956732617935007157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884926041007019619/posts/default/956732617935007157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884926041007019619/posts/default/956732617935007157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiechaves.blogspot.com/2008/07/cobardia-desconheo.html' title='Cobardia??? Desconheço!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16477714910555266705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/SLILpLtFvXI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ocKy_Q4H_Jo/S220/BBlg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/SO1dehS28mI/AAAAAAAAAII/siWG5uyY2PA/s72-c/Free.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884926041007019619.post-7448975662022781019</id><published>2008-06-15T11:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:21:26.217Z</updated><title type='text'>Louca, talvez...</title><content type='html'>Podem me tentar calar,&lt;br /&gt;mas o lápis nunca se calará,&lt;br /&gt;esta lágrima correrá&lt;br /&gt;e esta alma jamais deixará de sentir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sou possível de silenciar!&lt;br /&gt;olha de lado o insensível,&lt;br /&gt;desprezo aquele que se rejeita a sentir,&lt;br /&gt;gozo aquele não sabe lutar,&lt;br /&gt;troço daquele que não sabe arriscar,&lt;br /&gt;detesto aquele que rejeita o sonho, &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/SHT2Xj3R9eI/AAAAAAAAAHg/LzjzGYBMkuo/s1600-h/ver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221068752653776354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" height="135" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/SHT2Xj3R9eI/AAAAAAAAAHg/LzjzGYBMkuo/s400/ver.jpg" width="168" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reprovo aquele que vive acomodado,&lt;br /&gt;rio-me daquele que esconde o desejo…&lt;br /&gt;Porque esses infelizes,&lt;br /&gt;que se dizem de felizes,&lt;br /&gt;de apaixonados,&lt;br /&gt;de lutadores,&lt;br /&gt;aqueles pobres&lt;br /&gt;que de realistas se apelam…&lt;br /&gt;Esses desconhecem&lt;br /&gt;a bela essência da vida.&lt;br /&gt;Aquele prazer de querer viver,&lt;br /&gt;de desconhecer o amanhã,&lt;br /&gt;de arriscar,&lt;br /&gt;de sentir a vida,&lt;br /&gt;de marcar o instante,&lt;br /&gt;de viver o impulso, sentir o momento!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque essa gente,&lt;br /&gt;essa pobre gente,&lt;br /&gt;nunca conhecerá o significado&lt;br /&gt;de ser feliz,&lt;br /&gt;viver ao máximo.&lt;br /&gt;Porque têm medo de sofrer,&lt;br /&gt;jamais viverão a vida na sua grande essência!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;atomicelement id="ms__id7501"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/SHT2Xj3R9eI/AAAAAAAAAHg/LzjzGYBMkuo/s1600-h/ver.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/atomicelement&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884926041007019619-7448975662022781019?l=angiechaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiechaves.blogspot.com/feeds/7448975662022781019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5884926041007019619&amp;postID=7448975662022781019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884926041007019619/posts/default/7448975662022781019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884926041007019619/posts/default/7448975662022781019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiechaves.blogspot.com/2008/06/louca-talvez.html' title='Louca, talvez...'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16477714910555266705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/SLILpLtFvXI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ocKy_Q4H_Jo/S220/BBlg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/SHT2Xj3R9eI/AAAAAAAAAHg/LzjzGYBMkuo/s72-c/ver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884926041007019619.post-6605635679331107557</id><published>2008-06-13T11:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:21:26.356Z</updated><title type='text'>Reflexo pesado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;É a esta hora,&lt;br /&gt;com este silêncio,&lt;br /&gt;nesta tranquilidade,&lt;br /&gt;debaixo duma pequena luz,&lt;br /&gt;que reflicto sobre o ontem&lt;br /&gt;e sonho o amanhã.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apoiando a cabeça,&lt;br /&gt;como que num reflexo pesado,&lt;br /&gt;sinto o coração a bater, &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/SHTzSM9yHVI/AAAAAAAAAHI/WXjY8nO3leE/s1600-h/reflexo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221065362072804690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="188" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/SHTzSM9yHVI/AAAAAAAAAHI/WXjY8nO3leE/s200/reflexo2.jpg" width="289" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pensamentos, momentos até,&lt;br /&gt;a passar… um após o outro,&lt;br /&gt;num ritmo acelerante,&lt;br /&gt;a respiração apressada&lt;br /&gt;acelera o coração,&lt;br /&gt;as mãos começam a tremer…&lt;br /&gt;A ânsia do futuro, da incerteza,&lt;br /&gt;a recordação do passado,&lt;br /&gt;momentos feitos e desfeitos.&lt;br /&gt;A pressão de decidir,&lt;br /&gt;de lutar, de viver…&lt;br /&gt;a minha própria pressão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eis então, que abro os olhos,&lt;br /&gt;como que num alustre,&lt;br /&gt;vejo a pequena luz que nunca cessou,&lt;br /&gt;sinto a calma de que não saí …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suspiro,&lt;br /&gt;como que de um alívio se tratasse,&lt;br /&gt;e calmamente&lt;br /&gt;volto à corrida da vida. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884926041007019619-6605635679331107557?l=angiechaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiechaves.blogspot.com/feeds/6605635679331107557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5884926041007019619&amp;postID=6605635679331107557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884926041007019619/posts/default/6605635679331107557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884926041007019619/posts/default/6605635679331107557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiechaves.blogspot.com/2008/06/reflexo-pesado.html' title='Reflexo pesado'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16477714910555266705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/SLILpLtFvXI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ocKy_Q4H_Jo/S220/BBlg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/SHTzSM9yHVI/AAAAAAAAAHI/WXjY8nO3leE/s72-c/reflexo2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884926041007019619.post-5697666103097583137</id><published>2008-05-18T02:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:21:26.548Z</updated><title type='text'>As minhas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/SDHYgqSRYVI/AAAAAAAAAHA/j7pbeo2bLz4/s1600-h/Blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202177100207972690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/SDHYgqSRYVI/AAAAAAAAAHA/j7pbeo2bLz4/s200/Blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As minhas amigas são lutadoras,&lt;br /&gt;as minhas amigas são sonhadoras,&lt;br /&gt;as minhas amigas têm garra,&lt;br /&gt;não se deixam derrotar.&lt;br /&gt;As minhas amigas são únicas,&lt;br /&gt;as minhas amigas são conquistadoras,&lt;br /&gt;as minhas amigas são sábias,&lt;br /&gt;embora um pouco “desajuízadas”.&lt;br /&gt;As minhas amigas não falham&lt;br /&gt;As minhas amigas são verdadeiras,&lt;br /&gt;As minhas amigas são&lt;br /&gt;VENCEDORAS!&lt;br /&gt;E tu, tu és uma&lt;br /&gt;GRANDE AMIGA minha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedico este a todas as minhas amigas (e amigos tb! lol), em especial, pa minha Joaninha, a minha querida Finalista... pk voçês são elementos IMPORTANTES na minha vida! Como diz uma amiga minha: amigas pó bem e pó mal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os anos voam, ha pessoas que entram e saiem, mas os verdadeiros amigos nunca de cá saiem!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto MUITO de voçês!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Peço desculpa por não estarem todos presentes na foto, mas tão no meu &lt;3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884926041007019619-5697666103097583137?l=angiechaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiechaves.blogspot.com/feeds/5697666103097583137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5884926041007019619&amp;postID=5697666103097583137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884926041007019619/posts/default/5697666103097583137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884926041007019619/posts/default/5697666103097583137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiechaves.blogspot.com/2008/05/as-minhas.html' title='As minhas...'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16477714910555266705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/SLILpLtFvXI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ocKy_Q4H_Jo/S220/BBlg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/SDHYgqSRYVI/AAAAAAAAAHA/j7pbeo2bLz4/s72-c/Blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884926041007019619.post-8899565119788587217</id><published>2007-11-15T17:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:21:27.025Z</updated><title type='text'>Certeza imperfeita</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Se as palavras chegassem,&lt;br /&gt;Se os momentos não tardassem, &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/R0HqkhFb9NI/AAAAAAAAAFM/nyJrbdtZ-wE/s1600-h/^Hug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134642963256440018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" height="178" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/R0HqkhFb9NI/AAAAAAAAAFM/nyJrbdtZ-wE/s320/%5EHug.jpg" width="159" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se o impulso fosse eterno,&lt;br /&gt;Se o desejo nunca cessasse…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquilo que tivemos &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/R0HFMRFb9EI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Qh22vYjOeZo/s1600-h/abraÃ§o.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não seria Pretérito Perfeito&lt;br /&gt;mas sim, um futuro perfeito.&lt;br /&gt;O nosso beijo não seria&lt;br /&gt;apenas um sonho,&lt;br /&gt;mas sim um prazer.&lt;br /&gt;O nosso momento&lt;br /&gt;cada vez mais perfeito,&lt;br /&gt;cada vez mais único.&lt;br /&gt;Ver-te não seria um esforço,&lt;br /&gt;mas sim um conforto,&lt;br /&gt;uma ânsia,&lt;br /&gt;um refúgio,&lt;br /&gt;um alimento à minha felicidade. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/R0HmjBFb9MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/XrKYO3Zjz1w/s1600-h/separar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134638539440125122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="124" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/R0HmjBFb9MI/AAAAAAAAAFE/XrKYO3Zjz1w/s320/separar.jpg" width="153" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como tudo não passou&lt;br /&gt;de algo efémero,&lt;br /&gt;duvido, desassisado,&lt;br /&gt;néscio…&lt;br /&gt;Nunca poderíamos ter&lt;br /&gt;algo admirável, único,&lt;br /&gt;verdadeiro, esmerado…&lt;br /&gt;Algo nosso!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884926041007019619-8899565119788587217?l=angiechaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiechaves.blogspot.com/feeds/8899565119788587217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5884926041007019619&amp;postID=8899565119788587217' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884926041007019619/posts/default/8899565119788587217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884926041007019619/posts/default/8899565119788587217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiechaves.blogspot.com/2007/11/certeza-imperfeita.html' title='Certeza imperfeita'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16477714910555266705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/SLILpLtFvXI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ocKy_Q4H_Jo/S220/BBlg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/R0HqkhFb9NI/AAAAAAAAAFM/nyJrbdtZ-wE/s72-c/%5EHug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884926041007019619.post-6662047371227540604</id><published>2007-10-26T16:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:21:27.476Z</updated><title type='text'>Agora ou jamais!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dá-me uma razão&lt;br /&gt;para acreditar,&lt;br /&gt;um motivo para ficar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se me desejas&lt;br /&gt;verdadeiramente,&lt;br /&gt;hipnotiza-me como teu olhar, &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/R0HDFRFb8_I/AAAAAAAAADc/FdXD4G6zYV0/s1600-h/post_lya_final1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134599545432044530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/R0HDFRFb8_I/AAAAAAAAADc/FdXD4G6zYV0/s320/post_lya_final1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enfraquece-me com o teu toque,&lt;br /&gt;prende-me com o teu beijo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se me queres&lt;br /&gt;ver ficar,&lt;br /&gt;não desfaças o momento,&lt;br /&gt;afirma o sentimento,&lt;br /&gt;arrisca-te neste momento!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrisca-te!&lt;br /&gt;Porque,&lt;br /&gt;quando eu me voltar,&lt;br /&gt;jamais irei voltar!&lt;br /&gt;E o anterior&lt;br /&gt;será o último,&lt;br /&gt;o posterior&lt;br /&gt;apenas um sonho.&lt;br /&gt;A falta será&lt;br /&gt;um vazio, uma marca,&lt;br /&gt;uma cicatriz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E o tempo, um remédio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884926041007019619-6662047371227540604?l=angiechaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiechaves.blogspot.com/feeds/6662047371227540604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5884926041007019619&amp;postID=6662047371227540604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884926041007019619/posts/default/6662047371227540604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884926041007019619/posts/default/6662047371227540604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiechaves.blogspot.com/2007/10/agora-ou-jamais.html' title='Agora ou jamais!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16477714910555266705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/SLILpLtFvXI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ocKy_Q4H_Jo/S220/BBlg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/R0HDFRFb8_I/AAAAAAAAADc/FdXD4G6zYV0/s72-c/post_lya_final1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884926041007019619.post-7917571680278175852</id><published>2007-10-25T19:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:21:27.634Z</updated><title type='text'>Não Interessa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Não interessa o ontem&lt;br /&gt;ou o amanhã…&lt;br /&gt;O ontem cessou&lt;br /&gt;e o amanhã poderá ser tarde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não interessa o não&lt;br /&gt;ou o talvez…&lt;br /&gt;O não é um fim&lt;br /&gt;e o talvez o seu meio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não interessa pensar &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/R0HeRhFb9LI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_Qj85GGJqL4/s1600-h/FLower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134629442699392178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px" height="231" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/R0HeRhFb9LI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_Qj85GGJqL4/s400/FLower.jpg" width="277" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ou sentir…&lt;br /&gt;O pensamento não se lê&lt;br /&gt;e o sentimento não se distribui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não interessa recordar&lt;br /&gt;ou sonhar…&lt;br /&gt;As recordações perdem-se&lt;br /&gt;e os sonhos morrem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O hoje,&lt;br /&gt;o sim,&lt;br /&gt;o exprimir,&lt;br /&gt;o viver, interessam…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O hoje é nosso.&lt;br /&gt;O sim é a certeza, a vontade,&lt;br /&gt;a necessidade.&lt;br /&gt;O exprimir é o expor,&lt;br /&gt;a luta, os risco.&lt;br /&gt;O viver é a construção,&lt;br /&gt;a recompensa, o resultado…&lt;br /&gt;é a razão!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884926041007019619-7917571680278175852?l=angiechaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiechaves.blogspot.com/feeds/7917571680278175852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5884926041007019619&amp;postID=7917571680278175852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884926041007019619/posts/default/7917571680278175852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884926041007019619/posts/default/7917571680278175852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiechaves.blogspot.com/2007/10/no-interessa.html' title='Não Interessa...'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16477714910555266705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/SLILpLtFvXI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ocKy_Q4H_Jo/S220/BBlg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/R0HeRhFb9LI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_Qj85GGJqL4/s72-c/FLower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884926041007019619.post-5156942763144592183</id><published>2007-09-06T18:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:21:28.075Z</updated><title type='text'>Quero sonhar!</title><content type='html'>Porque nos sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;nem o céu é limite,&lt;br /&gt;porque sou eu que comando&lt;br /&gt;o barco, escolho o destino,&lt;br /&gt;esboço o plano,&lt;br /&gt;vivo e sinto, ainda que&lt;br /&gt;somente em pensamento…&lt;br /&gt;Naqueles momentos,&lt;br /&gt;tudo parece real, &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/R0HcPRFb9KI/AAAAAAAAAE0/wRvwVkKE-PY/s1600-h/200149134-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134627205021430946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="399" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/R0HcPRFb9KI/AAAAAAAAAE0/wRvwVkKE-PY/s400/200149134-001.jpg" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nem eu sei que estou a sonhar,&lt;br /&gt;apenas me interessa saborear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque os sonhos&lt;br /&gt;me fazem acreditar,&lt;br /&gt;me conseguem tranquilizar…&lt;br /&gt;Porque me levam&lt;br /&gt;onde preciso estar,&lt;br /&gt;me trazem aqueles&lt;br /&gt;que preciso sentir…&lt;br /&gt;Porque, por momentos&lt;br /&gt;sou verdadeiramente feliz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque nos sonhos&lt;br /&gt;sou escritora,&lt;br /&gt;realizadora e interprete…&lt;br /&gt;Porque nos sonhos&lt;br /&gt;sou eu que dito o guião,&lt;br /&gt;sou eu que vivo e aplaudo o final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prefiro acordar…&lt;br /&gt;Prefiro viver a realidade,&lt;br /&gt;sorrir, chorar, sentir de verdade!&lt;br /&gt;Porque sonhar é tão saboroso,&lt;br /&gt;mas construir um sonho,&lt;br /&gt;vivê-lo de verdade,&lt;br /&gt;isso sim, é um verdadeiro deleite!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884926041007019619-5156942763144592183?l=angiechaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiechaves.blogspot.com/feeds/5156942763144592183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5884926041007019619&amp;postID=5156942763144592183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884926041007019619/posts/default/5156942763144592183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884926041007019619/posts/default/5156942763144592183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiechaves.blogspot.com/2007/09/quero-sonhar.html' title='Quero sonhar!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16477714910555266705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/SLILpLtFvXI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ocKy_Q4H_Jo/S220/BBlg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/R0HcPRFb9KI/AAAAAAAAAE0/wRvwVkKE-PY/s72-c/200149134-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884926041007019619.post-4433709259400855342</id><published>2007-07-18T17:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:21:28.678Z</updated><title type='text'>Chaves</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Chaves, minha linda cidade!&lt;br /&gt;No norte te refugiaste,&lt;br /&gt;nos braços dos montes&lt;br /&gt;te estendeste, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/R0HMGhFb9HI/AAAAAAAAAEc/OlAy6tZH4r4/s1600-h/chaves_ponte13.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134609462511531122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" height="212" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/R0HMGhFb9HI/AAAAAAAAAEc/OlAy6tZH4r4/s320/chaves_ponte13.jpg" width="237" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;com um traço&lt;br /&gt;estonteante de beleza.&lt;br /&gt;Inigualável cidade!&lt;br /&gt;Nas pedras romanas&lt;br /&gt;te criaste, e&lt;br /&gt;com os anos cresceste,&lt;br /&gt;abraçando sempre&lt;br /&gt;as tuas raízes,&lt;br /&gt;monumentos romanos,&lt;br /&gt;castelo, muralhas e largos…&lt;br /&gt;Da memória&lt;br /&gt;não desfaleceste,&lt;br /&gt;amadurecestes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pela calçada fora,&lt;br /&gt;tua essência se encontra,&lt;br /&gt;cheia de história, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/R0HLzhFb9GI/AAAAAAAAAEU/hIIf2dyu9Y0/s1600-h/Chaves.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;cheia de cultura,&lt;br /&gt;cheia de sabor…&lt;br /&gt;o paladar do seu presunto,&lt;br /&gt;o cheirinho do seu pastel…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que encanto de cidade! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/R0HW9BFb9II/AAAAAAAAAEk/F0JsohPW1FE/s1600-h/Chav.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134621393930679426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="140" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/R0HW9BFb9II/AAAAAAAAAEk/F0JsohPW1FE/s320/Chav.jpg" width="208" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre num abraço&lt;br /&gt;de aliança&lt;br /&gt;com a jóia da sua coroa,&lt;br /&gt;a sua eterna Ponte Romana,&lt;br /&gt;que se estende sobre&lt;br /&gt;seu fiel companheiro,&lt;br /&gt;confidente desta bela cidade,&lt;br /&gt;o grandioso Rio Tâmega!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Quantas belezas,&lt;br /&gt;quantas histórias,&lt;br /&gt;quantos segredos &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/R0HYTRFb9JI/AAAAAAAAAEs/5fKRjcll9yY/s1600-h/Ch.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134622875694396562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="133" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/R0HYTRFb9JI/AAAAAAAAAEs/5fKRjcll9yY/s320/Ch.jpg" width="175" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guarda esta linda cidade…&lt;br /&gt;Cidade do flaviense,&lt;br /&gt;aquele que bem te conhece, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que nos teus cantos e encantos&lt;br /&gt;se perde e refugia,&lt;br /&gt;que de ti se insiste orgulhar,&lt;br /&gt;que até, bem lá longe,&lt;br /&gt;de ti teima falar,&lt;br /&gt;esperando e desesperando&lt;br /&gt;o momento de até ti voltar&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&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/5884926041007019619-4433709259400855342?l=angiechaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiechaves.blogspot.com/feeds/4433709259400855342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5884926041007019619&amp;postID=4433709259400855342' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884926041007019619/posts/default/4433709259400855342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884926041007019619/posts/default/4433709259400855342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiechaves.blogspot.com/2007/07/chaves.html' title='Chaves'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16477714910555266705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/SLILpLtFvXI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ocKy_Q4H_Jo/S220/BBlg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/R0HMGhFb9HI/AAAAAAAAAEc/OlAy6tZH4r4/s72-c/chaves_ponte13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884926041007019619.post-2989038052130943414</id><published>2007-07-03T19:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:21:28.736Z</updated><title type='text'>Lágrima de saudade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tudo começou&lt;br /&gt;no recordar,&lt;br /&gt;no relembrar dos momentos,&lt;br /&gt;dos gestos simples,&lt;br /&gt;do sentimento enorme,&lt;br /&gt;das palavras reconfortantes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fecham-se os olhos,&lt;br /&gt;na esperança, na tentativa&lt;br /&gt;de sentir os momentos, &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/R0HD7RFb9AI/AAAAAAAAADk/6aj9nR0isGY/s1600-h/lagrima_rubia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134600473144980482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px" height="295" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/R0HD7RFb9AI/AAAAAAAAADk/6aj9nR0isGY/s320/lagrima_rubia.jpg" width="275" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reviver os sorrisos,&lt;br /&gt;sentir os abraços,&lt;br /&gt;rever as caras...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suspira-se de saudade,&lt;br /&gt;das recordações curtas&lt;br /&gt;mas sentidas,&lt;br /&gt;das memorias velhas&lt;br /&gt;mas marcantes,&lt;br /&gt;dos momentos simples&lt;br /&gt;mas enormes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cresce o desejo&lt;br /&gt;de dar vida às memórias,&lt;br /&gt;às recordações,&lt;br /&gt;aos momentos saudosos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eis então,&lt;br /&gt;que aparece lágrima saudosa&lt;br /&gt;atrás de lágrima saudosa,&lt;br /&gt;num corrimento paulatinamente veloso,&lt;br /&gt;como que, numa tentativa&lt;br /&gt;de segurar, buscar,&lt;br /&gt;capturar, reviver todo cheiro,&lt;br /&gt;todo o momento,&lt;br /&gt;todos os gestos,&lt;br /&gt;todas as palavras...&lt;br /&gt;Na tentativa de afogar&lt;br /&gt;esta terrível saudade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes as saudades apertam e a lágrima torna-se inevitável, sendo a escrita o meu melhor reconforto, escrevo e desabafo!&lt;br /&gt;Choro de saudade, mas apenas porque todos os dias o meu coração sorri pela família e pessoas especiais que o marcaram para a vida! Sem a minha família, eu nada seria! I Love and miss you all!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884926041007019619-2989038052130943414?l=angiechaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiechaves.blogspot.com/feeds/2989038052130943414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5884926041007019619&amp;postID=2989038052130943414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884926041007019619/posts/default/2989038052130943414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884926041007019619/posts/default/2989038052130943414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiechaves.blogspot.com/2007/06/lgrima-de-saudade.html' title='Lágrima de saudade'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16477714910555266705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/SLILpLtFvXI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ocKy_Q4H_Jo/S220/BBlg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/R0HD7RFb9AI/AAAAAAAAADk/6aj9nR0isGY/s72-c/lagrima_rubia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884926041007019619.post-8383642768767201118</id><published>2007-06-21T18:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:21:28.986Z</updated><title type='text'>Vida!</title><content type='html'>Ai vida!&lt;br /&gt;Como por vezes&lt;br /&gt;te não percebo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tua inconstância&lt;br /&gt;me atormenta, &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/RoKrMLfNKlI/AAAAAAAAADM/GzsbqCG3kbg/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080811555357796946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/RoKrMLfNKlI/AAAAAAAAADM/GzsbqCG3kbg/s320/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tua incerteza&lt;br /&gt;me amedronta&lt;br /&gt;O teu mistério&lt;br /&gt;me ensadece!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O futuro encobres,&lt;br /&gt;o passado absorves&lt;br /&gt;e o presente&lt;br /&gt;a todos concebes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da simplicidade&lt;br /&gt;sempre te desfazes,&lt;br /&gt;apenas a complexidade&lt;br /&gt;tu acolhes.&lt;br /&gt;Da beleza&lt;br /&gt;queres subsistir,&lt;br /&gt;mas, por vezes,&lt;br /&gt;é da tenebrosidade&lt;br /&gt;que te alimentas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Limites desconheces,&lt;br /&gt;máximos procuras,&lt;br /&gt;mínimos reijeitas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrependimento&lt;br /&gt;nunca conheceste,&lt;br /&gt;certezas não as dás,&lt;br /&gt;motivos tens de sobra.&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas e sorrisos&lt;br /&gt;são o teu sustento,&lt;br /&gt;vontade o teu ser, e&lt;br /&gt;correr o teu destino!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É a complexidade estonteante e a pura incerteza da vida, que lhe atribui, sem sombra de dúvidas, a sua beleza inigulável, por isso... não a tentes compreender, limita-te a saborear e a absorver dela tudo quanto possas. A vida é curta demais para ser desperdiçada, por isso sorrie e vive!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884926041007019619-8383642768767201118?l=angiechaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiechaves.blogspot.com/feeds/8383642768767201118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5884926041007019619&amp;postID=8383642768767201118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884926041007019619/posts/default/8383642768767201118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884926041007019619/posts/default/8383642768767201118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiechaves.blogspot.com/2007/06/vida.html' title='Vida!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16477714910555266705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/SLILpLtFvXI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ocKy_Q4H_Jo/S220/BBlg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/RoKrMLfNKlI/AAAAAAAAADM/GzsbqCG3kbg/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884926041007019619.post-4376976522360228730</id><published>2007-06-08T17:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:21:29.269Z</updated><title type='text'>(Palavras Soltas)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Que cansaço,&lt;br /&gt;que frustração,&lt;br /&gt;que desinspiração!&lt;br /&gt;Não me ocorre&lt;br /&gt;tema, palavras,&lt;br /&gt;pensamentos sequer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só me apetece&lt;br /&gt;vaguear e sonhar&lt;br /&gt;ao som da música…&lt;br /&gt;Apetece-me despreocupar, &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/R0HIfhFb9FI/AAAAAAAAAEM/0TOBFg3oK9g/s1600-h/palavras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134605493961749586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="199" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/R0HIfhFb9FI/AAAAAAAAAEM/0TOBFg3oK9g/s400/palavras.jpg" width="197" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deixar de pensar,&lt;br /&gt;apenas sentir&lt;br /&gt;o sol, o calor, o cheiro&lt;br /&gt;deste verão que tarda em chegar.&lt;br /&gt;Saborear as noites calmas&lt;br /&gt;que tanto anseio…&lt;br /&gt;Aquelas noites suaves&lt;br /&gt;debaixo de uma lua esplendorosa&lt;br /&gt;e um manto de estrelas…&lt;br /&gt;Apenas na companhia&lt;br /&gt;do silêncio da noite…&lt;br /&gt;Sonhando que nem uma louca,&lt;br /&gt;imaginando como uma criança,&lt;br /&gt;acreditando como uma inocente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Que saudades tenho&lt;br /&gt;dessas belas noites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De sentir a calma,&lt;br /&gt;a brisa suave e saborosa,&lt;br /&gt;o cheiro do verão, das festas…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero aquelas noites!...&lt;br /&gt;Curtas, eu sei,&lt;br /&gt;mas saborosas, doces&lt;br /&gt;e calmas…&lt;br /&gt;Que saudades tenho&lt;br /&gt;dessas belas noites!&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/5884926041007019619-4376976522360228730?l=angiechaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiechaves.blogspot.com/feeds/4376976522360228730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5884926041007019619&amp;postID=4376976522360228730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884926041007019619/posts/default/4376976522360228730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884926041007019619/posts/default/4376976522360228730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiechaves.blogspot.com/2007/07/palavras-soltas.html' title='(Palavras Soltas)'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16477714910555266705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/SLILpLtFvXI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ocKy_Q4H_Jo/S220/BBlg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/R0HIfhFb9FI/AAAAAAAAAEM/0TOBFg3oK9g/s72-c/palavras.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884926041007019619.post-6755307885598906776</id><published>2007-05-02T06:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T01:13:28.210+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando a chuva passar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img89.imageshack.us/img89/1889/chuvaxt7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img89.imageshack.us/img89/1889/chuvaxt7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A chuva vai parar,&lt;br /&gt;o sol para mim voltará,&lt;br /&gt;o meu coração aquecerá,&lt;br /&gt;tirá-lo-à da tempestade&lt;br /&gt;que tu cá deixaste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu, que me levaste a sonhar,&lt;br /&gt;a acreditar nas tuas palavras,&lt;br /&gt;no teu sorriso, nos teus beijos...&lt;br /&gt;Era tudo uma história,&lt;br /&gt;um desejo, um impulso&lt;br /&gt;que tu cobiçavas e aspiravas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre soubeste da efemeridade&lt;br /&gt;desse desejo, desse impulso...&lt;br /&gt;Mas quiseste saboreà-lo,&lt;br /&gt;quiseste vivê-lo,&lt;br /&gt;quiseste tanto atingi-lo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não cessaste enquanto&lt;br /&gt;não conseguiste,&lt;br /&gt;esse teu desejo efémero,&lt;br /&gt;que depois de extinto&lt;br /&gt;em mim deixou um sentimento&lt;br /&gt;de perda de algo,&lt;br /&gt;algo que nunca tive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei&lt;br /&gt;que jamais te esquecerei,&lt;br /&gt;mas sem dúvida que serei&lt;br /&gt;capaz de viver sem ti,&lt;br /&gt;sem o teu sentimento,&lt;br /&gt;apenas com a indiferença&lt;br /&gt;de desejo cumprido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884926041007019619-6755307885598906776?l=angiechaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiechaves.blogspot.com/feeds/6755307885598906776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5884926041007019619&amp;postID=6755307885598906776' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884926041007019619/posts/default/6755307885598906776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884926041007019619/posts/default/6755307885598906776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiechaves.blogspot.com/2007/05/quando-chuva-passar.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Quando a chuva passar&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16477714910555266705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/SLILpLtFvXI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ocKy_Q4H_Jo/S220/BBlg.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884926041007019619.post-8694745901479259240</id><published>2007-04-06T10:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:21:29.555Z</updated><title type='text'>Olhar escravo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/RjqaGuoRJZI/AAAAAAAAACs/bUkqWVmKxvA/s1600-h/Gala+0161111111111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060526571690993042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/RjqaGuoRJZI/AAAAAAAAACs/bUkqWVmKxvA/s200/Gala+0161111111111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/RjqZZuoRJXI/AAAAAAAAACc/hsg2ZJnve7c/s1600-h/Gala+0161111111111.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que raiva!&lt;br /&gt;Que ódio!&lt;br /&gt;Come este olhar &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/RjpT-uoRJSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/sgsPyx0KLa0/s1600-h/Olhos+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me repugna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não entendo!&lt;br /&gt;Não percebo!&lt;br /&gt;Como pode este olhar&lt;br /&gt;descontrolado ficar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repugnam-me estes olhos verdes,&lt;br /&gt;escravos do meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;eles me denunciam,&lt;br /&gt;eles me enfraquecem,&lt;br /&gt;eles me atraiçoam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este olhar, um dia jurou,&lt;br /&gt;e escravo se tornou&lt;br /&gt;deste inocente e frágil coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como este olhar me denuncia!&lt;br /&gt;Como pede e chora&lt;br /&gt;tudo que o coração diz,&lt;br /&gt;precisa e sente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai, como este olhar&lt;br /&gt;me enfraquece…&lt;br /&gt;Como ele espelha&lt;br /&gt;aquilo que sinto,&lt;br /&gt;aquilo que preciso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não dá para capturá-lo,&lt;br /&gt;não vale a pena escondê-lo,&lt;br /&gt;por muito que tente,&lt;br /&gt;ele livre se tornou,&lt;br /&gt;apenas ao inconsciente&lt;br /&gt;do coração responde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este olhar para sempre&lt;br /&gt;me atraiçoará,&lt;br /&gt;dizendo o que não deve,&lt;br /&gt;brilhando quando não deve,&lt;br /&gt;chorando pelo que não deve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os olhos para sempre&lt;br /&gt;serão meus,&lt;br /&gt;Mas este olhar…&lt;br /&gt;nunca mais será meu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884926041007019619-8694745901479259240?l=angiechaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiechaves.blogspot.com/feeds/8694745901479259240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5884926041007019619&amp;postID=8694745901479259240' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884926041007019619/posts/default/8694745901479259240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884926041007019619/posts/default/8694745901479259240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiechaves.blogspot.com/2007/05/olhar-escravo_03.html' title='Olhar escravo'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16477714910555266705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/SLILpLtFvXI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ocKy_Q4H_Jo/S220/BBlg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/RjqaGuoRJZI/AAAAAAAAACs/bUkqWVmKxvA/s72-c/Gala+0161111111111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884926041007019619.post-6630350802710077804</id><published>2007-03-11T09:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:21:29.838Z</updated><title type='text'>O enigma do Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/RjpWWeoRJVI/AAAAAAAAACM/fuXMpe6nw7U/s1600-h/Imagem+0381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060452075483243858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/RjpWWeoRJVI/AAAAAAAAACM/fuXMpe6nw7U/s400/Imagem+0381.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amar sem sofrer&lt;br /&gt;não é amar!&lt;br /&gt;Nem o mais sábio,&lt;br /&gt;nem o mais experiente&lt;br /&gt;consegue amar sem sofrer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor é dar e receber,&lt;br /&gt;é sacrificares-te&lt;br /&gt;sem te aperceber,&lt;br /&gt;é fazer o impossível&lt;br /&gt;e sentir que nada fizeste,&lt;br /&gt;é seres o anjo&lt;br /&gt;d’alguém, e&lt;br /&gt;sentires-te o inútil&lt;br /&gt;do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não se confunda amor&lt;br /&gt;com paixão, com aventura,&lt;br /&gt;ou até obsessão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não queiram amar&lt;br /&gt;pressurosamente,&lt;br /&gt;fabular um sentimento efémero,&lt;br /&gt;não se queiram enganar!&lt;br /&gt;O amor se constrói&lt;br /&gt;a um ritmo paulatinamente veloz,&lt;br /&gt;que apenas o coração pode confessar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia,&lt;br /&gt;a experiência me sussurrou,&lt;br /&gt;o coração me gritou,&lt;br /&gt;e, a vida me contou,&lt;br /&gt;Amar só se ama&lt;br /&gt;Uma vez!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884926041007019619-6630350802710077804?l=angiechaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiechaves.blogspot.com/feeds/6630350802710077804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5884926041007019619&amp;postID=6630350802710077804' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884926041007019619/posts/default/6630350802710077804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884926041007019619/posts/default/6630350802710077804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiechaves.blogspot.com/2007/03/o-enigma-do-amor.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;O enigma do Amor&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16477714910555266705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/SLILpLtFvXI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ocKy_Q4H_Jo/S220/BBlg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/RjpWWeoRJVI/AAAAAAAAACM/fuXMpe6nw7U/s72-c/Imagem+0381.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884926041007019619.post-1581688243251711818</id><published>2007-03-02T10:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-09T19:02:51.029+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desejo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://virgensuicidas.no.sapo.pt/inalcanzable.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://virgensuicidas.no.sapo.pt/inalcanzable.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu queria-te,&lt;br /&gt;Eu desejava-te,&lt;br /&gt;Eu dava tudo para te ter,&lt;br /&gt;Sentir o teu toque,&lt;br /&gt;Saborear os teus lábios,&lt;br /&gt;Nos teus braços sonhar,&lt;br /&gt;Debaixo do teu olhar acordar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso acabou!&lt;br /&gt;Tudo se perdeu!&lt;br /&gt;O sentimento se quebrou,&lt;br /&gt;A vontade se desfez…&lt;br /&gt;O único que resta&lt;br /&gt;é um desejo de reviver,&lt;br /&gt;de te voltar a ter,&lt;br /&gt;de te arrependeres…&lt;br /&gt;O desejo de seres só Meu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apenas desejos!!&lt;br /&gt;…Mas desde quando&lt;br /&gt;se vive de desejos?&lt;br /&gt;Desde quando&lt;br /&gt;os desejos sobrevivem?&lt;br /&gt;Todos eles se apagam,&lt;br /&gt;todos eles desaparecem,&lt;br /&gt;todos eles esmorecem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este desejo é o que resta,&lt;br /&gt;é o fim…&lt;br /&gt;Tudo se quebra,&lt;br /&gt;tudose desfalece&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tudo, tudo se perde!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884926041007019619-1581688243251711818?l=angiechaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiechaves.blogspot.com/feeds/1581688243251711818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5884926041007019619&amp;postID=1581688243251711818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884926041007019619/posts/default/1581688243251711818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884926041007019619/posts/default/1581688243251711818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiechaves.blogspot.com/2007/03/desejo.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Desejo&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16477714910555266705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/SLILpLtFvXI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ocKy_Q4H_Jo/S220/BBlg.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884926041007019619.post-8978227547825345127</id><published>2007-02-19T01:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-06T01:44:36.908+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Beijo imbatível</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.meublog.net/adelaideamorim/arquivos/beijo_margarida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.meublog.net/adelaideamorim/arquivos/beijo_margarida.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A força de um beijo,&lt;br /&gt;imbatível é!&lt;br /&gt;Nem o maior guerreiro&lt;br /&gt;lhe pode vencer!&lt;br /&gt;É como uma droga&lt;br /&gt;que liberta o amor,&lt;br /&gt;É como um veneno&lt;br /&gt;que alenta o coração,&lt;br /&gt;É o ar puro&lt;br /&gt;que abafa a minha respiração,&lt;br /&gt;É o sedativoque acelera o meu coração!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884926041007019619-8978227547825345127?l=angiechaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiechaves.blogspot.com/feeds/8978227547825345127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5884926041007019619&amp;postID=8978227547825345127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884926041007019619/posts/default/8978227547825345127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884926041007019619/posts/default/8978227547825345127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiechaves.blogspot.com/2007/04/beijo-imbatvel.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Beijo imbatível&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16477714910555266705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/SLILpLtFvXI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ocKy_Q4H_Jo/S220/BBlg.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884926041007019619.post-2193932563492331417</id><published>2007-01-05T21:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:21:30.297Z</updated><title type='text'>Revolta Final</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/RjpLS-oRJII/AAAAAAAAAAc/0VjrZueYKjk/s1600-h/Gala+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060439920725795970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/RjpLS-oRJII/AAAAAAAAAAc/0VjrZueYKjk/s400/Gala+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060439620078085234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/RjpLBeoRJHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ot5Bhsx6sE0/s200/Gala+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que aconteceu?&lt;br /&gt;O que se passou?&lt;br /&gt;Tudo mudou!&lt;br /&gt;Tudo se alterou!&lt;br /&gt;Eu dava tudo para voltar,&lt;br /&gt;esquecer estas dúvidas,&lt;br /&gt;esta angústia, mas…&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo!!!&lt;br /&gt;É tarde demais!&lt;br /&gt;O meu coração sentiu!&lt;br /&gt;Não posso continuar,&lt;br /&gt;não consigo esquecer,&lt;br /&gt;não suporto pensar!&lt;br /&gt;Por favor, deixa-me acabar!&lt;br /&gt;Voltar a sonhar algo possível,&lt;br /&gt;algo verdadeiro!&lt;br /&gt;Eu só quero viver,&lt;br /&gt;sem ter que pensar que,&lt;br /&gt;estás comigo, mas não és meu!&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/5884926041007019619-2193932563492331417?l=angiechaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiechaves.blogspot.com/feeds/2193932563492331417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5884926041007019619&amp;postID=2193932563492331417' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884926041007019619/posts/default/2193932563492331417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884926041007019619/posts/default/2193932563492331417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiechaves.blogspot.com/2007/05/revolta-final.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Revolta Final&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16477714910555266705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/SLILpLtFvXI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ocKy_Q4H_Jo/S220/BBlg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/RjpLS-oRJII/AAAAAAAAAAc/0VjrZueYKjk/s72-c/Gala+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884926041007019619.post-1411715885705505800</id><published>2006-09-26T10:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:21:30.433Z</updated><title type='text'>Era uma vez...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/Rj-a4OoRJcI/AAAAAAAAADE/vaN83Z2fCsw/s1600-h/Imagem+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061934796978070978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/Rj-a4OoRJcI/AAAAAAAAADE/vaN83Z2fCsw/s200/Imagem+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Numa noite suave,&lt;br /&gt;Um céu estrelado&lt;br /&gt;sobre uma janela espreitava,&lt;br /&gt;Uma rapariga vagueando&lt;br /&gt;e escrevendo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O seu pensamento muito vagueava,&lt;br /&gt;mas o lápis nada escrevia…&lt;br /&gt;Ela queria muito expressar,&lt;br /&gt;Queria muito sentir,&lt;br /&gt;Queria muito acreditar,&lt;br /&gt;Queria tanto viver!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela adorava poder abraçar&lt;br /&gt;sem medo de se magoar,&lt;br /&gt;Adorava poder beijar&lt;br /&gt;sem medo de se revoltar,&lt;br /&gt;Adorava poder sonhar&lt;br /&gt;sem medo de acabar!&lt;br /&gt;No fundo de tudo,&lt;br /&gt;ela apenas queria acreditar,&lt;br /&gt;Poder sonhar&lt;br /&gt;e nunca ter de parar!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884926041007019619-1411715885705505800?l=angiechaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiechaves.blogspot.com/feeds/1411715885705505800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5884926041007019619&amp;postID=1411715885705505800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884926041007019619/posts/default/1411715885705505800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884926041007019619/posts/default/1411715885705505800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiechaves.blogspot.com/2006/09/era-uma-vez.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Era uma vez...&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16477714910555266705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/SLILpLtFvXI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ocKy_Q4H_Jo/S220/BBlg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/Rj-a4OoRJcI/AAAAAAAAADE/vaN83Z2fCsw/s72-c/Imagem+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884926041007019619.post-5185867880714586319</id><published>2006-09-17T03:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T03:21:44.658+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O inesperado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://troll-urbano.weblog.com.pt/arquivo/maos22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://troll-urbano.weblog.com.pt/arquivo/maos22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://troll-urbano.weblog.com.pt/arquivo/maos22.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não estava à espera!&lt;br /&gt;Não sei o que pensar!&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo sentir!&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo de acreditar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero viver!&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero continuar!&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero,&lt;br /&gt;mais que tudo&lt;br /&gt;Sonhar!&lt;br /&gt;Poder&lt;br /&gt;viver o impulso,&lt;br /&gt;sentir o extremo,&lt;br /&gt;saborear todo momento…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fundo...&lt;br /&gt;o que realmente quero,&lt;br /&gt;é acreditar no impossível do passado,&lt;br /&gt;e de novo o futuro sonhar!!!&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/5884926041007019619-5185867880714586319?l=angiechaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiechaves.blogspot.com/feeds/5185867880714586319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5884926041007019619&amp;postID=5185867880714586319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884926041007019619/posts/default/5185867880714586319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884926041007019619/posts/default/5185867880714586319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiechaves.blogspot.com/2007/09/o-inesperado.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;O inesperado&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16477714910555266705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/SLILpLtFvXI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ocKy_Q4H_Jo/S220/BBlg.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884926041007019619.post-7202523745773783444</id><published>2006-09-14T01:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T02:00:53.043+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O caminho da vitória</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://troll-urbano.weblog.com.pt/arquivo/caminho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://troll-urbano.weblog.com.pt/arquivo/caminho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vejo pessoas a correr,&lt;br /&gt;a falar, a rir,&lt;br /&gt;a conversar, a conhecer…&lt;br /&gt;Parecem ter tantas certezas,&lt;br /&gt;mas… e eu???&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me perdida, vazia&lt;br /&gt;quase que como este corredor,&lt;br /&gt;onde se sente o frio do Inverno&lt;br /&gt;a brotar, se ouve a chuva&lt;br /&gt;fria, húmida, triste,&lt;br /&gt;a cair como que numa corrida irregular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parecem todos tão seguros,&lt;br /&gt;tão preparados, tão…&lt;br /&gt;Tão sólidos e fortes!&lt;br /&gt;E eu?? eu…&lt;br /&gt;Fraca que sou,&lt;br /&gt;chorei de solidão,&lt;br /&gt;como chora agora o céu de desilusão.&lt;br /&gt;Duvidei como os fracos!&lt;br /&gt;Mas agora…&lt;br /&gt;neste momento, já,&lt;br /&gt;Vou lutar como os romanos,&lt;br /&gt;trabalhar como os escravos,&lt;br /&gt;vencer como os Aliados!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou à luta, sem duvidar,&lt;br /&gt;apenas pensar…&lt;br /&gt;Na vitória final,&lt;br /&gt;na alegria de meus pais,&lt;br /&gt;da minha família e&lt;br /&gt;num grito brutal aclamarei&lt;br /&gt;VENCI!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884926041007019619-7202523745773783444?l=angiechaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiechaves.blogspot.com/feeds/7202523745773783444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5884926041007019619&amp;postID=7202523745773783444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884926041007019619/posts/default/7202523745773783444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884926041007019619/posts/default/7202523745773783444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiechaves.blogspot.com/2006/09/o-caminho-da-vitria.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;O caminho da vitória&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16477714910555266705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/SLILpLtFvXI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ocKy_Q4H_Jo/S220/BBlg.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884926041007019619.post-4845688560233472101</id><published>2006-05-07T22:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:21:30.692Z</updated><title type='text'>Atormento do meu coração</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/Rj-YaOoRJbI/AAAAAAAAAC8/x58ZIIkckTI/s1600-h/Cristo+Rei+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061932082558739890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/Rj-YaOoRJbI/AAAAAAAAAC8/x58ZIIkckTI/s200/Cristo+Rei+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chama que alentas&lt;br /&gt;me consome,&lt;br /&gt;Na esperança de&lt;br /&gt;meu pobre coração,&lt;br /&gt;aconchego obter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele, pobre coitado,&lt;br /&gt;degradando-se lentamente,&lt;br /&gt;Desespera,&lt;br /&gt;Grita e&lt;br /&gt;Chora!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quer um mimo,&lt;br /&gt;um acto,&lt;br /&gt;um carinho!!&lt;br /&gt;Não o desfaças!!&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-o viver!&lt;br /&gt;Respirar!&lt;br /&gt;Sorrir!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não continues alentar&lt;br /&gt;essa chama que o consome,&lt;br /&gt;Destrói sem pensar,&lt;br /&gt;Queima sem perceber,&lt;br /&gt;Atormenta sem querer…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sossego…&lt;br /&gt;É o que ele pede,&lt;br /&gt;Deseja,&lt;br /&gt;Procura…&lt;br /&gt;Pois o amor&lt;br /&gt;Não espera alcançar,&lt;br /&gt;por ele não consegue batalhar…&lt;br /&gt;Apenas, talvez sonhar!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884926041007019619-4845688560233472101?l=angiechaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiechaves.blogspot.com/feeds/4845688560233472101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5884926041007019619&amp;postID=4845688560233472101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884926041007019619/posts/default/4845688560233472101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884926041007019619/posts/default/4845688560233472101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiechaves.blogspot.com/2007/05/atormento-do-meu-corao.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Atormento do meu coração&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16477714910555266705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/SLILpLtFvXI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ocKy_Q4H_Jo/S220/BBlg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/Rj-YaOoRJbI/AAAAAAAAAC8/x58ZIIkckTI/s72-c/Cristo+Rei+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884926041007019619.post-5989421596268927804</id><published>2006-04-15T21:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T21:41:05.148+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lutar sim, mas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fotos.sapo.pt/mewhy/pic/0003aprc"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://fotos.sapo.pt/mewhy/pic/0003aprc" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotos.sapo.pt/mewhy/pic/0003aprc"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É fácil conjugar o verbo,&lt;br /&gt;É fácil dize-lo e aconselha-lo,&lt;br /&gt;É fácil escreve-lo,&lt;br /&gt;É fácil pensá-lo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O grande problema é praticá-lo,&lt;br /&gt;Ter forcas para fazê-lo,&lt;br /&gt;Ter coragem para anunciá-lo,&lt;br /&gt;Saber quando utilizá-lo…&lt;br /&gt;Devemos deixar o coração decidir???&lt;br /&gt;Ou será melhor a cabeça seguir???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha resposta…&lt;br /&gt;Segue sempre o coração e luta,&lt;br /&gt;luta até não poderes mais,&lt;br /&gt;Mas ouve a tua cabeça,&lt;br /&gt;segue a tua alma,&lt;br /&gt;Quando elas te sussurram,&lt;br /&gt;"Algo esta mal!".&lt;br /&gt;Pois elas sabem,&lt;br /&gt;Elas sim percebem,&lt;br /&gt;Quando a causa perdida esta&lt;br /&gt;E a Luta de nada valerá!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O coração não merece lutar para na troca sofrimento receber!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884926041007019619-5989421596268927804?l=angiechaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiechaves.blogspot.com/feeds/5989421596268927804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5884926041007019619&amp;postID=5989421596268927804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884926041007019619/posts/default/5989421596268927804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884926041007019619/posts/default/5989421596268927804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiechaves.blogspot.com/2006/04/lutar-sim-mas.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Lutar sim, mas...&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16477714910555266705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/SLILpLtFvXI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ocKy_Q4H_Jo/S220/BBlg.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884926041007019619.post-218143526016052658</id><published>2006-03-27T03:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:21:30.923Z</updated><title type='text'>Pensar às escuras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/RjveLOoRJaI/AAAAAAAAAC0/J9IZOvV53UI/s1600-h/Anivers%C3%A1rio+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/RjveLOoRJaI/AAAAAAAAAC0/J9IZOvV53UI/s320/Anivers%C3%A1rio+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060882890767803810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia eu acordei, e pus me a pensar na vida...&lt;br /&gt;O quanto eu pensei, os assuntos que eu pensei...&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca deveria ter pensado!!!&lt;br /&gt;O mal que me fez pensar...&lt;br /&gt;Eu chorei, eu sofri, eu entristeci...&lt;br /&gt;Isto tudo, porque sou ignorante!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Porque insisto em olhar para trás!!!&lt;br /&gt;Daí a minha questão!!!&lt;br /&gt;Se a vida anda para frente,&lt;br /&gt;porque insistimos em olhar para trás???&lt;br /&gt; Alguém me sabe dizer???&lt;br /&gt;Eu não consigo perceber...&lt;br /&gt;Apenas consigo sofrer!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884926041007019619-218143526016052658?l=angiechaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiechaves.blogspot.com/feeds/218143526016052658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5884926041007019619&amp;postID=218143526016052658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884926041007019619/posts/default/218143526016052658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884926041007019619/posts/default/218143526016052658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiechaves.blogspot.com/2006/03/pensar-s-escuras.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Pensar às escuras&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16477714910555266705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/SLILpLtFvXI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ocKy_Q4H_Jo/S220/BBlg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/RjveLOoRJaI/AAAAAAAAAC0/J9IZOvV53UI/s72-c/Anivers%C3%A1rio+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884926041007019619.post-5291159285644726587</id><published>2005-05-25T22:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T22:05:22.044+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Acreditar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://egasmoniz2.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/anjo10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://egasmoniz2.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/anjo10.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para quê nos iludir?&lt;br /&gt;Para no fim nos desiludir?&lt;br /&gt;Para quê sonhar,&lt;br /&gt;Se no fim nada vai originar?&lt;br /&gt;Par quê chorar,&lt;br /&gt;Se ninguém se vai importar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes nos enganamos&lt;br /&gt;Ao assim pensar.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo vale sempre a pena&lt;br /&gt;Se a alma não é pequena!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos nos iludir,&lt;br /&gt;Para que alguém nos surpreenda.&lt;br /&gt;Vamos sonhar,&lt;br /&gt;Para algum lado na vida chegar.&lt;br /&gt;Vamos chorar,&lt;br /&gt;Para alguém nos aconchegar.&lt;br /&gt;Vamos acreditar! Tudo vale a pena&lt;br /&gt;Se a alma não é pequena.&lt;br /&gt;E eu sei que a minha não é,&lt;br /&gt;Nem nunca será,&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu vou sempre Acreditar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884926041007019619-5291159285644726587?l=angiechaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiechaves.blogspot.com/feeds/5291159285644726587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5884926041007019619&amp;postID=5291159285644726587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884926041007019619/posts/default/5291159285644726587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884926041007019619/posts/default/5291159285644726587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiechaves.blogspot.com/2005/05/acreditar.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Acreditar&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16477714910555266705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/SLILpLtFvXI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ocKy_Q4H_Jo/S220/BBlg.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884926041007019619.post-2552414283794443174</id><published>2005-01-11T21:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-07T21:57:08.981+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A verdade ocultada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://incoerencias.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/solidao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://incoerencias.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/solidao.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensei, imaginei&lt;br /&gt;e acreditei,&lt;br /&gt;que tudo não passou&lt;br /&gt;de uma brincadeira,&lt;br /&gt;uma crueldade,&lt;br /&gt;Sendo alvo o meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele se feriu,&lt;br /&gt;curou e quase que fechou,&lt;br /&gt;para não mais se abrir.&lt;br /&gt;Mas eis que algo&lt;br /&gt;não deixou…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora, bem mais tarde,&lt;br /&gt;surge a verdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O coração treme,&lt;br /&gt;receia ouvir…&lt;br /&gt;        “Será mais uma flecha?!”&lt;br /&gt;        “Parece que não…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eis então, que surge&lt;br /&gt;a verdade, o medo&lt;br /&gt;escondido, camuflado&lt;br /&gt;do meu olhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora,&lt;br /&gt;resta apenas pensar&lt;br /&gt;o que será&lt;br /&gt;deste meu coração,com medo de acreditar?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884926041007019619-2552414283794443174?l=angiechaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiechaves.blogspot.com/feeds/2552414283794443174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5884926041007019619&amp;postID=2552414283794443174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884926041007019619/posts/default/2552414283794443174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884926041007019619/posts/default/2552414283794443174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiechaves.blogspot.com/2005/01/verdade-ocultada.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;A verdade ocultada&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16477714910555266705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/SLILpLtFvXI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ocKy_Q4H_Jo/S220/BBlg.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884926041007019619.post-7044493101840859270</id><published>2005-01-07T22:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-07T22:08:07.359+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nunca soube</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://emocoesdivinas.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/solidao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://emocoesdivinas.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/solidao.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A noite desce,&lt;br /&gt;a escuridão resulta,&lt;br /&gt;a lua aparece,&lt;br /&gt;o meu pensamento vagueia,&lt;br /&gt;reflecte e sonha,&lt;br /&gt;reambrem-se feridas,&lt;br /&gt;descobrem-se segredos ocultados…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu soubesse…&lt;br /&gt;Se eu apenas imaginasse...&lt;br /&gt;Tudo seria diferente…&lt;br /&gt;Mas a verdade é que nunca soube,&lt;br /&gt;nunca imaginei,&lt;br /&gt;nunca curei…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora sigo, mas com a &lt;br /&gt;verdade que nunca soube,&lt;br /&gt;com uma possibilidade no futuro,&lt;br /&gt;de voltar a trás!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884926041007019619-7044493101840859270?l=angiechaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiechaves.blogspot.com/feeds/7044493101840859270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5884926041007019619&amp;postID=7044493101840859270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884926041007019619/posts/default/7044493101840859270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884926041007019619/posts/default/7044493101840859270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiechaves.blogspot.com/2005/01/nunca-soube.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Nunca soube&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16477714910555266705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/SLILpLtFvXI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ocKy_Q4H_Jo/S220/BBlg.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884926041007019619.post-8573870690272544189</id><published>2004-11-15T22:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-07T22:16:14.037+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rasto de passadas paixões</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.totalycrazy_punk.blogger.com.br/pegadas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.totalycrazy_punk.blogger.com.br/pegadas.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As paixões passadas,&lt;br /&gt;sofridas mas levadas.&lt;br /&gt;Lavadas pelo passado,&lt;br /&gt;pelo vento do já sofrido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Correndo pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;de incompreensão,&lt;br /&gt;de revolta e rejeição,&lt;br /&gt;trazendo a indiferença&lt;br /&gt;e o fim da paixão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A paixão encontrou o&lt;br /&gt;seu fim,&lt;br /&gt;deixando um pequeno rasto,&lt;br /&gt;de dúvida e incompreensão&lt;br /&gt;pelo não saber&lt;br /&gt;o porquê de tal crueldade&lt;br /&gt;de tal frieza e maldade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O passado levou a ferida, &lt;br /&gt;mas nunca a dívida&lt;br /&gt;da dúvida presente em mim!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884926041007019619-8573870690272544189?l=angiechaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiechaves.blogspot.com/feeds/8573870690272544189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5884926041007019619&amp;postID=8573870690272544189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884926041007019619/posts/default/8573870690272544189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884926041007019619/posts/default/8573870690272544189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiechaves.blogspot.com/2004/11/rasto-de-passadas-paixes.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Rasto de passadas paixões&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16477714910555266705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/SLILpLtFvXI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ocKy_Q4H_Jo/S220/BBlg.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884926041007019619.post-5371139259448188090</id><published>2004-11-15T21:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-07T21:53:24.815+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Corrimento da vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.downloadthat.com/images/screen/70e413c3ac13b236572f16d8f454a5e4_Living_Waterfalls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.downloadthat.com/images/screen/70e413c3ac13b236572f16d8f454a5e4_Living_Waterfalls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A vida corre,&lt;br /&gt;nunca pára.&lt;br /&gt;Com ela leva alegrias,&lt;br /&gt;com ela vão as tristezas.&lt;br /&gt;Corre e nunca pára&lt;br /&gt;trazendo novas marés,&lt;br /&gt;novas histórias,&lt;br /&gt;novos desejos.&lt;br /&gt;Corre e nunca pára,&lt;br /&gt;leva o perdido,&lt;br /&gt;o passado,&lt;br /&gt;acompanha o futuro, conserva sempre o presente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884926041007019619-5371139259448188090?l=angiechaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiechaves.blogspot.com/feeds/5371139259448188090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5884926041007019619&amp;postID=5371139259448188090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884926041007019619/posts/default/5371139259448188090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884926041007019619/posts/default/5371139259448188090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiechaves.blogspot.com/2007/05/corrimento-da-vida.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Corrimento da vida&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16477714910555266705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/SLILpLtFvXI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ocKy_Q4H_Jo/S220/BBlg.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884926041007019619.post-9133466608935339200</id><published>2004-11-10T22:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-07T22:13:22.447+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Engano</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://escrevoapenas.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/tristeza-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://escrevoapenas.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/tristeza-thumb.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será isto normal?&lt;br /&gt;O sentimento de engano&lt;br /&gt;A raiva de ter caído no próprio engano,&lt;br /&gt;A ingenuidade do meu pensar.&lt;br /&gt;                   Como pude eu pensar?! ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só ele sabe porque fez o que fez&lt;br /&gt;Por diversão, por mal, por superiorização ,&lt;br /&gt;Só ele sabe ... e eu ...&lt;br /&gt;Por medo, prefiro viver na dúvida do engano&lt;br /&gt;Que na razão da verdade, da dor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só eu sei como descobri, como reagi&lt;br /&gt;Só ele sabe porque assim fiz&lt;br /&gt;Só eu sei o que aprendi,&lt;br /&gt;Só ele, só ele, perde verdadeiramente&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que por ele senti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A indiferença reinará em mim!&lt;br /&gt;Por muito que me custe afirmar&lt;br /&gt;Eu fui enganada por mim&lt;br /&gt;Por um dia pensar&lt;br /&gt;Que ele poderia de mim gostar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884926041007019619-9133466608935339200?l=angiechaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiechaves.blogspot.com/feeds/9133466608935339200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5884926041007019619&amp;postID=9133466608935339200' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884926041007019619/posts/default/9133466608935339200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884926041007019619/posts/default/9133466608935339200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiechaves.blogspot.com/2004/11/engano.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Engano&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16477714910555266705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/SLILpLtFvXI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ocKy_Q4H_Jo/S220/BBlg.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884926041007019619.post-2689986250991512732</id><published>2004-10-19T21:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T22:00:17.494+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lágrima</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tuno.blogia.com/upload/lagrima.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://tuno.blogia.com/upload/lagrima.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O que é isto?&lt;br /&gt;salgado,&lt;br /&gt;molhado,&lt;br /&gt;que me vai pela face?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Significa tristeza,&lt;br /&gt;corre por desespero,&lt;br /&gt;por saudade&lt;br /&gt;de tempos passados&lt;br /&gt;vividos e agora&lt;br /&gt;recordados. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884926041007019619-2689986250991512732?l=angiechaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angiechaves.blogspot.com/feeds/2689986250991512732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5884926041007019619&amp;postID=2689986250991512732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884926041007019619/posts/default/2689986250991512732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884926041007019619/posts/default/2689986250991512732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angiechaves.blogspot.com/2004/10/lgrima.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Lágrima&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16477714910555266705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TU1tIWdsHfY/SLILpLtFvXI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ocKy_Q4H_Jo/S220/BBlg.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
