<?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-8782107869221062795</id><updated>2011-07-08T01:55:42.059+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Carolina D'Araújo Salles</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782107869221062795/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>CarolinaSalles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05154872204907517133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_x3rP1StkI/ShqV9Ytxz3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FDcfUBukwRg/S220/digitalizar0001.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782107869221062795.post-2976612846268315856</id><published>2010-09-06T17:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T17:19:22.504+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E a música?  E sem música?</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 12" name="Generator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 12" name="Originator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CCAROLI%7E1%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CCAROLI%7E1%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_themedata.thmx" rel="themeData"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CCAROLI%7E1%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_colorschememapping.xml" rel="colorSchemeMapping"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face	{font-family:"Cambria Math";	panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4;	mso-font-charset:1;	mso-generic-font-family:roman;	mso-font-format:other;	mso-font-pitch:variable;	mso-font-signature:0 0 0 0 0 0;}@font-face	{font-family:Calibri;	panose-1:2 15 5 2 2 2 4 3 2 4;	mso-font-charset:0;	mso-generic-font-family:swiss;	mso-font-pitch:variable;	mso-font-signature:-520092929 1073786111 9 0 415 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal	{mso-style-unhide:no;	mso-style-qformat:yes;	mso-style-parent:"";	margin-top:0cm;	margin-right:0cm;	margin-bottom:10.0pt;	margin-left:0cm;	line-height:115%;	mso-pagination:widow-orphan;	font-size:11.0pt;	font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";	mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;	mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;	mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;	mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;	mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";	mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;	mso-fareast-language:EN-US;}.MsoChpDefault	{mso-style-type:export-only;	mso-default-props:yes;	mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;	mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;	mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;	mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;	mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";	mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;	mso-fareast-language:EN-US;}.MsoPapDefault	{mso-style-type:export-only;	margin-bottom:10.0pt;	line-height:115%;}@page WordSection1	{size:595.3pt 841.9pt;	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm;	mso-header-margin:35.4pt;	mso-footer-margin:35.4pt;	mso-paper-source:0;}div.WordSection1	{page:WordSection1;}--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;A música apropria-se e nós apropriamo-nos &amp;nbsp;dela...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5V--4kINYRU&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Dub Fx &lt;/a&gt;,estou a apropriar-me deste musico!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782107869221062795-2976612846268315856?l=suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/2976612846268315856/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/2010/09/e-musica-e-sem-musica.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782107869221062795/posts/default/2976612846268315856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782107869221062795/posts/default/2976612846268315856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/2010/09/e-musica-e-sem-musica.html' title='E a música?  E sem música?'/><author><name>CarolinaSalles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05154872204907517133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_x3rP1StkI/ShqV9Ytxz3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FDcfUBukwRg/S220/digitalizar0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782107869221062795.post-4208197291890099236</id><published>2010-05-17T21:15:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T21:17:10.422+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem titulo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu sei que é interessante, mas tenho medo. Então acaba por ser um amor proibido. Eu tenho um amor que é considerado proibido. Até poderia falar tentar explicar. Mas a linguagem tem várias formas e a realidade só pode ser compreendida através da linguagem. Acabo por não arranjar soluções. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Um termo assume significado à medida que encontra um lugar numa determinada prática. Ainda não encontrei o lugar para assumir esse amor, para que não seja proibido, para que se torne prático. Mas depois esse termo passa a ser controlado por regras publicas de correcção. Eu tenho medo e não encontro solução. Assim que falar... A linguagem deixa de ser um mero veiculo de informação para converter-se numa actividade. Se isso acontecesse seria bom, seria a solução. O dizer e o fazer são coisas diferentes, eu nem digo, nem faço é um problema pessoal. A solução do enigma da vida, no espaço e no tempo, está fora do espaço e do tempo. A solução do meu amor proibido também se encontra fora do espaço e do tempo. Procuro preservar o mistério da vida e o que as palavras se revelam incapazes de dizer. O que se pode dizer, pode ser dito claramente, e aquilo de que não se pode falar tem de ficar no silêncio. Os factos pertencem todos apenas ao problema não à solução.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Palavra de Carolina e de Wittgenstein.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782107869221062795-4208197291890099236?l=suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/4208197291890099236/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/2010/05/sem-titulo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782107869221062795/posts/default/4208197291890099236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782107869221062795/posts/default/4208197291890099236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/2010/05/sem-titulo.html' title='Sem titulo.'/><author><name>CarolinaSalles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05154872204907517133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_x3rP1StkI/ShqV9Ytxz3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FDcfUBukwRg/S220/digitalizar0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782107869221062795.post-463900753875528402</id><published>2010-03-23T20:35:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-03-23T20:36:54.203Z</updated><title type='text'>Segredo dos Deuses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #ffe599;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HÁ COISAS QUE SÓ EU SEI.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;nem os Deuses sabem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782107869221062795-463900753875528402?l=suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/463900753875528402/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/2010/03/segredos-dos-deuses.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782107869221062795/posts/default/463900753875528402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782107869221062795/posts/default/463900753875528402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/2010/03/segredos-dos-deuses.html' title='Segredo dos Deuses'/><author><name>CarolinaSalles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05154872204907517133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_x3rP1StkI/ShqV9Ytxz3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FDcfUBukwRg/S220/digitalizar0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782107869221062795.post-899659476452776550</id><published>2010-03-14T20:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-14T20:32:01.590Z</updated><title type='text'>HOJE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=%22480%22%20height=%22295%22%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22movie%22%20value=%22http://www.youtube.com/v/oIIxlgcuQRU&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22allowFullScreen%22%20value=%22true%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22allowscriptaccess%22%20value=%22always%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cembed%20src=%22http://www.youtube.com/v/oIIxlgcuQRU&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b%22%20type=%22application/x-shockwave-flash%22%20allowscriptaccess=%22always%22%20allowfullscreen=%22true%22%20width=%22480%22%20height=%22295%22%3E%3C/embed%3E%3C/object%3E"&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oIIxlgcuQRU&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oIIxlgcuQRU&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOJE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782107869221062795-899659476452776550?l=suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/899659476452776550/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/2010/03/hoje.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782107869221062795/posts/default/899659476452776550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782107869221062795/posts/default/899659476452776550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/2010/03/hoje.html' title='HOJE'/><author><name>CarolinaSalles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05154872204907517133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_x3rP1StkI/ShqV9Ytxz3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FDcfUBukwRg/S220/digitalizar0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782107869221062795.post-681772787270589816</id><published>2010-02-08T03:07:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-02-08T03:09:58.424Z</updated><title type='text'>SOPA SOPA!</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Há coisas da minha infância que me lembro tão bem! Coisas estas que, realmente, SÓ EU me lembro....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=%22425%22%20height=%22344%22%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22movie%22%20value=%22http://www.youtube.com/v/BjyqIJ4yhLo&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22allowFullScreen%22%20value=%22true%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22allowscriptaccess%22%20value=%22always%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cembed%20src=%22http://www.youtube.com/v/BjyqIJ4yhLo&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0%22%20type=%22application/x-shockwave-flash%22%20allowscriptaccess=%22always%22%20allowfullscreen=%22true%22%20width=%22425%22%20height=%22344%22%3E%3C/embed%3E%3C/object%3E"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BjyqIJ4yhLo&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BjyqIJ4yhLo&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782107869221062795-681772787270589816?l=suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/681772787270589816/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/2010/02/sopa-sopa.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782107869221062795/posts/default/681772787270589816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782107869221062795/posts/default/681772787270589816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/2010/02/sopa-sopa.html' title='SOPA SOPA!'/><author><name>CarolinaSalles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05154872204907517133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_x3rP1StkI/ShqV9Ytxz3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FDcfUBukwRg/S220/digitalizar0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782107869221062795.post-1144779128700407782</id><published>2010-02-04T23:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-02-04T23:41:09.070Z</updated><title type='text'>Hoje, Shimbalaiê</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Shimbalaiê, Maria Gadú&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=%22320%22%20height=%22265%22%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22movie%22%20value=%22http://www.youtube.com/v/Ph-pLZEVWGs&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22allowFullScreen%22%20value=%22true%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22allowscriptaccess%22%20value=%22always%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cembed%20src=%22http://www.youtube.com/v/Ph-pLZEVWGs&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0%22%20type=%22application/x-shockwave-flash%22%20allowscriptaccess=%22always%22%20allowfullscreen=%22true%22%20width=%22320%22%20height=%22265%22%3E%3C/embed%3E%3C/object%3E"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ph-pLZEVWGs&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ph-pLZEVWGs&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782107869221062795-1144779128700407782?l=suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/1144779128700407782/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/2010/02/hoje-shimbalaie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782107869221062795/posts/default/1144779128700407782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782107869221062795/posts/default/1144779128700407782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/2010/02/hoje-shimbalaie.html' title='Hoje, Shimbalaiê'/><author><name>CarolinaSalles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05154872204907517133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_x3rP1StkI/ShqV9Ytxz3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FDcfUBukwRg/S220/digitalizar0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782107869221062795.post-6962000376922969011</id><published>2010-02-01T22:30:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-01T22:32:56.602Z</updated><title type='text'>"Yeah Yeah Yeahs"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=%22320%22%20height=%22265%22%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22movie%22%20value=%22http://www.youtube.com/v/d4YbIPqG5fY&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22allowFullScreen%22%20value=%22true%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22allowscriptaccess%22%20value=%22always%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cembed%20src=%22http://www.youtube.com/v/d4YbIPqG5fY&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0%22%20type=%22application/x-shockwave-flash%22%20allowscriptaccess=%22always%22%20allowfullscreen=%22true%22%20width=%22320%22%20height=%22265%22%3E%3C/embed%3E%3C/object%3E"&gt;Yeah Yeah Yeahs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Something like a phenomena, babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; You're something like a phenomena&lt;br /&gt;Something like a phenomena, babe&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna get your body off&lt;br /&gt;Something like a phenomena, babe&lt;br /&gt;You're something like a phenomena&lt;br /&gt;Something like a phenomena, babe&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna get your body off"&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/8782107869221062795-6962000376922969011?l=suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/6962000376922969011/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/2010/02/yeah-yeah-yeahs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782107869221062795/posts/default/6962000376922969011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782107869221062795/posts/default/6962000376922969011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/2010/02/yeah-yeah-yeahs.html' title='&quot;Yeah Yeah Yeahs&quot;'/><author><name>CarolinaSalles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05154872204907517133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_x3rP1StkI/ShqV9Ytxz3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FDcfUBukwRg/S220/digitalizar0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782107869221062795.post-8742481336684973283</id><published>2010-01-27T19:36:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-01-27T22:50:44.619Z</updated><title type='text'>"Vamo lá, vamo lá!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O que tem que ser tem que ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O tempo passa rápido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tempo para hoje? E para amanhã?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Vou esperar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;a class="BLOGGER-object-element tr_noresize tr_placeholder" data-original-id="BLOGGER_object_2" href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cimg%20src=" http:="" id="BLOGGER_object_2" img="" object_element.gif"="" style="height: &amp;quot;265&amp;quot;px; width: &amp;quot;320&amp;quot;px;" www.blogger.com=""&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/ijCwWsG_IBg&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/ijCwWsG_IBg&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;E é mesmo isto.... Carolina...Carolina...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782107869221062795-8742481336684973283?l=suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/8742481336684973283/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/2010/01/vamo-la-vamo-la.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782107869221062795/posts/default/8742481336684973283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782107869221062795/posts/default/8742481336684973283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/2010/01/vamo-la-vamo-la.html' title='&quot;Vamo lá, vamo lá!&quot;'/><author><name>CarolinaSalles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05154872204907517133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_x3rP1StkI/ShqV9Ytxz3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FDcfUBukwRg/S220/digitalizar0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782107869221062795.post-726417957620967968</id><published>2010-01-27T01:22:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-27T01:22:35.834Z</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a class="BLOGGER-object-element tr_noresize tr_placeholder" data-original-id="BLOGGER_object_4" href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cimg%20src=" http:="" id="BLOGGER_object_4" img="" object_element.gif"="" style="height: &amp;quot;265&amp;quot;px; width: &amp;quot;320&amp;quot;px;" www.blogger.com=""&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/ux0nFrN9VQ0&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/ux0nFrN9VQ0&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782107869221062795-726417957620967968?l=suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/726417957620967968/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post_27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782107869221062795/posts/default/726417957620967968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782107869221062795/posts/default/726417957620967968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post_27.html' title='.'/><author><name>CarolinaSalles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05154872204907517133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_x3rP1StkI/ShqV9Ytxz3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FDcfUBukwRg/S220/digitalizar0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782107869221062795.post-6749177236077060045</id><published>2010-01-26T01:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-26T01:02:02.000Z</updated><title type='text'>Tempo para hoje? Tempo para amanhã?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Vou esperar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782107869221062795-6749177236077060045?l=suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/6749177236077060045/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/2010/01/tempo-para-hoje-tempo-para-amanha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782107869221062795/posts/default/6749177236077060045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782107869221062795/posts/default/6749177236077060045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/2010/01/tempo-para-hoje-tempo-para-amanha.html' title='Tempo para hoje? Tempo para amanhã?'/><author><name>CarolinaSalles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05154872204907517133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_x3rP1StkI/ShqV9Ytxz3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FDcfUBukwRg/S220/digitalizar0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782107869221062795.post-9003027971601510388</id><published>2010-01-25T14:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-25T14:07:44.608Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZaALkWgG7bk"&gt;Pearl Jam- Better Man&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782107869221062795-9003027971601510388?l=suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_x3rP1StkI/ShqV9Ytxz3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FDcfUBukwRg/S220/digitalizar0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782107869221062795.post-2153261601077971808</id><published>2010-01-24T16:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-24T16:43:56.322Z</updated><title type='text'>Dia de sol</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Onde estás tu?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Varanda.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pequena Sereia.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mar do Estoril.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Passear.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Já escrevi.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Entregar.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Onde estás tu?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782107869221062795-2153261601077971808?l=suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/2153261601077971808/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/2010/01/dia-de-sol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782107869221062795/posts/default/2153261601077971808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782107869221062795/posts/default/2153261601077971808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/2010/01/dia-de-sol.html' title='Dia de sol'/><author><name>CarolinaSalles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05154872204907517133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_x3rP1StkI/ShqV9Ytxz3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FDcfUBukwRg/S220/digitalizar0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782107869221062795.post-5835681882248776397</id><published>2010-01-19T21:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-19T21:05:59.078Z</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Sexual healing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;oh baby now lets get down tonight&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;baby i'm hot just like your oven&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;oh, i need your lovin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;And, baby, i can't hold it much longer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;now it's getting stronger and stronger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;and when i get that feeling, i got to have a sexual healing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;sexual healing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;And makes me feel so fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;and helps to relieve my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;sexual healing is good for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;sexual healing is something that's so very good for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;whenever these blue teardrops are falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;oh, no, and my emotional stability is leaving me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;there is something i can do&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;oh, i can get on the telephone and call you up baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;darling, i know you'll be there to relieve me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The love you give to me will free me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;so if you don't know the things your dealing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;oh, i can tell you, darling, oh, it's sexual healing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;get up get up get up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;lets make love tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;wake up wake up wake up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;cause you do it right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;heal me my darlin(x4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;baby you know i got sick this morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;A sea was storming up inside of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;baby i think i'm capsizing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;oh, the waves are rising&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;and when i get this feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;i want a sexual healing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;sexual healing&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;and makes me feel so fine, it's (such a rush)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;and helps to relieve the mind, Lord, it's good for us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;sexual healing is good for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;sexual healing is something so, so good for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;and its so good for us and it's so good to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;my, baby, wooh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;just grab a hold, come, take control of my body and mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;soon we'll be making love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;honney, oh, we're feeling fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;you're my medicine open up and let me in&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;darling your so great i cant wait for you to operate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;heal me my darling, heal me my darling...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782107869221062795-5835681882248776397?l=suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/5835681882248776397/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782107869221062795/posts/default/5835681882248776397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782107869221062795/posts/default/5835681882248776397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>CarolinaSalles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05154872204907517133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_x3rP1StkI/ShqV9Ytxz3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FDcfUBukwRg/S220/digitalizar0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782107869221062795.post-3911672704139209985</id><published>2010-01-18T20:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-18T20:42:48.210Z</updated><title type='text'>Joanna News- Peach Plum Pear</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;É mesmo isto. É amanhã. É bom ouvir isto. É estar ansiosa. É mergulhar de cabeça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KcHjAUhtSrk&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KcHjAUhtSrk&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782107869221062795-3911672704139209985?l=suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/3911672704139209985/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/2010/01/joanna-news-peach-plum-pear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782107869221062795/posts/default/3911672704139209985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782107869221062795/posts/default/3911672704139209985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/2010/01/joanna-news-peach-plum-pear.html' title='Joanna News- Peach Plum Pear'/><author><name>CarolinaSalles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05154872204907517133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_x3rP1StkI/ShqV9Ytxz3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FDcfUBukwRg/S220/digitalizar0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782107869221062795.post-3220317797907175745</id><published>2010-01-17T22:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-17T22:25:51.684Z</updated><title type='text'>Uma Flor...Uma pequena flor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"- Amar uma flor de&amp;nbsp;que&amp;nbsp;só há um exemplar em milhões e milhões de estrelas basta para uma pessoa se sentir feliz&amp;nbsp;quando&amp;nbsp;olha para elas. Porque pensa: "Ali está ela, lá no alto, a minha flor..." Mas se a ovelha comer a flor, para essa pessoa é como se as estrelas se apagassem todas de uma vez!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;-O que é que "estar preso" quer dizer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;-&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;É uma coisa que toda a gente se esqueceu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - disse a raposa - quer dizer que se está ligado a alguém, que se criaram laços com alguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Laços?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;-Sim, laços - disse a raposa - Ora vê: por enquanto para mim , tu não és senão um rapazinho perfeitamente igual a outros cem mil rapazinhos. E eu não preciso de ti. E tu também não precisas de mim. Por enquanto, para ti, eu não sou senão uma raposa igual a outras cem mil raposas. &lt;span style="color: #d9ead3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas, se tu me prenderes a ti, passamos a precisar um do outro.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;Passas a ser único no meu mundo para mim. E , para ti, eu também passo a ser única no mundo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;-&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Só conhecemos as coisas que prendemos a &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;nós&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;disse a raposa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;- E o que é preciso fazer?- perguntou o&amp;nbsp;principezinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;-&lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;É preciso ter muita paciência.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Primeiro sentas-te um bocadinho afastado de mim, assim, em cima da relva. &amp;nbsp;Eu olho para ti pelo canto do olho e tu não dizes nada. &lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt; l&lt;b&gt;inguagem é um fonte de mal-entendidos.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mas todos os dias te podes sentar um bocadinho mais perto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se vie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;res, por exemplo, às quatro horas, às três já eu começo a ser feliz.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;(...) &amp;nbsp;Quando chegou a hora das despedidas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;-Ai que me vou pôr a chorar...&amp;nbsp;Anda vai ver outra vez as rosas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;(...)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;-Vocês são bonitas, mas vazias - ainda lhes disse o principezinho. - Não se pode morrer por vocês. Claro que, para um transeunte qualquer, a minha rosa é perfeitamente igual a vocês. Mas, sozinha, vale mais do que vocês todas juntas, porque foi ela que eu reguei. Porque foi a ela que eu pus debaixo de uma redoma.Porque foi a ela que eu abriguei com o biombo. Porque foi a ela que eu matei as lagartas (menos duas ou três, por causa das borboletas). &lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Porque foi a ela que eu ouvi queixar-se, gabar-se e até, às vezes, calar-se. Porque ela é a minha rosa.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Foi o tempo que tu perdeste com a tua rosa que tornou a tua rosa tão importante&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;in O Principezinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Como é curioso.... Eu no ensino básico era a flor e dizia o texto do capitulo VIII...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782107869221062795-3220317797907175745?l=suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/3220317797907175745/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/2010/01/uma-floruma-pequena-flor.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782107869221062795/posts/default/3220317797907175745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782107869221062795/posts/default/3220317797907175745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/2010/01/uma-floruma-pequena-flor.html' title='Uma Flor...Uma pequena flor'/><author><name>CarolinaSalles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05154872204907517133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_x3rP1StkI/ShqV9Ytxz3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FDcfUBukwRg/S220/digitalizar0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782107869221062795.post-8988347967361197352</id><published>2010-01-08T16:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-08T16:48:41.286Z</updated><title type='text'>Angola-Portugal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;* Surpresas tão boas!*Abraços tão bons da mãe e do pai!*Saudades!*Novos pensamentos e mudanças.*Valorizar novas coisas.* Quarto lindo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;Só me apetece estar com eles e é tão bom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;Back with new thoughts and directions.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782107869221062795-8988347967361197352?l=suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/8988347967361197352/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/2010/01/angola-portugal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782107869221062795/posts/default/8988347967361197352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782107869221062795/posts/default/8988347967361197352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/2010/01/angola-portugal.html' title='Angola-Portugal'/><author><name>CarolinaSalles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05154872204907517133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_x3rP1StkI/ShqV9Ytxz3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FDcfUBukwRg/S220/digitalizar0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782107869221062795.post-2346022765019750828</id><published>2009-12-18T18:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-18T18:54:58.254Z</updated><title type='text'>O Sentimento de Si- Quando A Alma Não É Pequena</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"...apercebo-me de que o momento de penetrar na luz é também uma poderosa metáfora para a consciência, para o nascimento do conhecimento, para&amp;nbsp; advento ao mesmo tempo simples e esmagador da entrada do si no mundo da mente."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Vou ter Saudades. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;DEAD COMBO&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=%22320%22%20height=%22265%22%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22movie%22%20value=%22http://www.youtube.com/v/7qkaWV1yHqQ&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22allowFullScreen%22%20value=%22true%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22allowscriptaccess%22%20value=%22always%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cembed%20src=%22http://www.youtube.com/v/7qkaWV1yHqQ&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;%22%20type=%22application/x-shockwave-flash%22%20allowscriptaccess=%22always%22%20allowfullscreen=%22true%22%20width=%22320%22%20height=%22265%22%3E%3C/embed%3E%3C/object%3E"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7qkaWV1yHqQ&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7qkaWV1yHqQ&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782107869221062795-2346022765019750828?l=suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/2346022765019750828/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/2009/12/o-sentimento-de-si-quando-alma-nao-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782107869221062795/posts/default/2346022765019750828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782107869221062795/posts/default/2346022765019750828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/2009/12/o-sentimento-de-si-quando-alma-nao-e.html' title='O Sentimento de Si- Quando A Alma Não É Pequena'/><author><name>CarolinaSalles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05154872204907517133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_x3rP1StkI/ShqV9Ytxz3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FDcfUBukwRg/S220/digitalizar0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782107869221062795.post-9148878899986759708</id><published>2009-12-14T23:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-14T23:12:16.804Z</updated><title type='text'>20Moment 14 de Dezembro de 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;Olhar . Beijar . Abraçar .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: justify;"&gt;Distanciar... &lt;b&gt;Mais uma vez , se é, é tenho dito.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=%22320%22%20height=%22265%22%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22movie%22%20value=%22http://www.youtube.com/v/0dKY5KXDKxg&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22allowFullScreen%22%20value=%22true%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22allowscriptaccess%22%20value=%22always%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cembed%20src=%22http://www.youtube.com/v/0dKY5KXDKxg&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0%22%20type=%22application/x-shockwave-flash%22%20allowscriptaccess=%22always%22%20allowfullscreen=%22true%22%20width=%22320%22%20height=%22265%22%3E%3C/embed%3E%3C/object%3E"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0dKY5KXDKxg&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0dKY5KXDKxg&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782107869221062795-9148878899986759708?l=suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/9148878899986759708/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/2009/12/20moment-14-de-dezembro-de-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782107869221062795/posts/default/9148878899986759708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782107869221062795/posts/default/9148878899986759708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/2009/12/20moment-14-de-dezembro-de-2009.html' title='20Moment 14 de Dezembro de 2009'/><author><name>CarolinaSalles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05154872204907517133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_x3rP1StkI/ShqV9Ytxz3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FDcfUBukwRg/S220/digitalizar0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782107869221062795.post-1031670280946822730</id><published>2009-12-08T19:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-08T20:13:15.814Z</updated><title type='text'>19Moment  8 de Dezembro de 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: yellow;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;a mulher mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; FELIZ &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;do Mundo e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;arredores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #b6d7a8; color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;Vou para Angola &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;dia 22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; , 1º.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Tenho tantos outros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; SEGREDOS &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;que me &lt;span style="background-color: #6aa84f; color: cyan;"&gt;deixam assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, 2º.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O que vocês quiserem em &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3º.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_x3rP1StkI/Sx6uX_-mmkI/AAAAAAAAACk/_kzoihB3Qpw/s1600-h/DSC00379.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_x3rP1StkI/Sx6uX_-mmkI/AAAAAAAAACk/_kzoihB3Qpw/s200/DSC00379.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Mas sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, 4º e ultimo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782107869221062795-1031670280946822730?l=suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/1031670280946822730/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/2009/12/18-moment-8-de-dezembro-de-2009.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782107869221062795/posts/default/1031670280946822730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782107869221062795/posts/default/1031670280946822730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/2009/12/18-moment-8-de-dezembro-de-2009.html' title='19Moment  8 de Dezembro de 2009'/><author><name>CarolinaSalles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05154872204907517133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_x3rP1StkI/ShqV9Ytxz3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FDcfUBukwRg/S220/digitalizar0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_x3rP1StkI/Sx6uX_-mmkI/AAAAAAAAACk/_kzoihB3Qpw/s72-c/DSC00379.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782107869221062795.post-9065370974480336826</id><published>2009-11-29T22:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-29T22:31:04.961Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="deleteBody"&gt;&lt;h2 class="postTitle" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: small;"&gt;Gigliola Cinquetti - Non Ho L'Età&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="postBody" style="color: #777777;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Non ho l'età, non ho l'età per amarti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;Non ho l'età per uscire sola con te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt; E non avrei, non avrei nulla da dirti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt; Perchè tu sai molte più cose di me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt; {Refrain:}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Lascia ch'io viva un amore romantico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt; Nell'attesa che venga quel giorno, ma ora no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt; Non ho l'età, non ho l'età per amarti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt; Non ho l'età per uscire sola con te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt; Se tu vorrai, se tu vorrai aspettarmi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt; Quel giorno avrai tutto il mio amore per te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt; Lascia ch'io viva un amore romantico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt; Nell'attesa che venga quel giorno, ma ora no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt; Non ho l'età, non ho l'età per amarti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt; Non ho l'età per uscire sola con te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt; Se tu vorrai, se tu vorrai aspettarmi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b4a7d6;" /&gt; &lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Quel giorno avrai tutto il mio amore per te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input name="security_token" type="hidden" value="AOuZoY4L3VRRsYnRTIm5O-8E22wifMyhDA:1259533799517" /&gt;&lt;input name="postID" type="hidden" value="5568830421401094579" /&gt; &lt;input name="blogID" type="hidden" value="8782107869221062795" /&gt;  &lt;div class="errorbox-good"&gt;&lt;input name="securityToken" type="hidden" value="HAaN9qMXg9fjHDyS29Z-8jVgWZY:1259533799533" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782107869221062795-9065370974480336826?l=suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/9065370974480336826/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/2009/11/gigliola-cinquetti-non-ho-leta-non-ho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782107869221062795/posts/default/9065370974480336826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782107869221062795/posts/default/9065370974480336826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/2009/11/gigliola-cinquetti-non-ho-leta-non-ho.html' title=''/><author><name>CarolinaSalles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05154872204907517133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_x3rP1StkI/ShqV9Ytxz3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FDcfUBukwRg/S220/digitalizar0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782107869221062795.post-5471043743412707791</id><published>2009-09-30T20:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T19:26:43.197+01:00</updated><title type='text'>17Moment  30 de Setembro de 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;Se calhar o melhor ano escolar de toda a minha pequena vida! Para já, o melhor inicio de ano escolar de toda a minha vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=%22320%22%20height=%22265%22%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22movie%22%20value=%22http://www.youtube.com/v/DCf84ov2MZ4&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22allowFullScreen%22%20value=%22true%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22allowscriptaccess%22%20value=%22always%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cembed%20src=%22http://www.youtube.com/v/DCf84ov2MZ4&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01%22%20type=%22application/x-shockwave-flash%22%20allowscriptaccess=%22always%22%20allowfullscreen=%22true%22%20width=%22320%22%20height=%22265%22%3E%3C/embed%3E%3C/object%3E"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DCf84ov2MZ4&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DCf84ov2MZ4&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"SO HAPPY"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;The Wombats vale muito a pena! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782107869221062795-5471043743412707791?l=suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/5471043743412707791/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/2009/09/17moment-30-de-setembro-de-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782107869221062795/posts/default/5471043743412707791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782107869221062795/posts/default/5471043743412707791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/2009/09/17moment-30-de-setembro-de-2009.html' title='17Moment  30 de Setembro de 2009'/><author><name>CarolinaSalles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05154872204907517133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_x3rP1StkI/ShqV9Ytxz3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FDcfUBukwRg/S220/digitalizar0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782107869221062795.post-581433309000518253</id><published>2009-09-19T19:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T19:34:42.288+01:00</updated><title type='text'>16Moment  19 de Setembro de 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_x3rP1StkI/SrUj16uuQNI/AAAAAAAAACc/IiYEKuKCiPs/s1600-h/THE_FUTU.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_x3rP1StkI/SrUj16uuQNI/AAAAAAAAACc/IiYEKuKCiPs/s320/THE_FUTU.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;Está quase!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Saudades!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Escola Superior de Teatro e Cinema&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782107869221062795-581433309000518253?l=suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/581433309000518253/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/2009/09/16moment-19-de-setembro-de-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782107869221062795/posts/default/581433309000518253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782107869221062795/posts/default/581433309000518253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/2009/09/16moment-19-de-setembro-de-2009.html' title='16Moment  19 de Setembro de 2009'/><author><name>CarolinaSalles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05154872204907517133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_x3rP1StkI/ShqV9Ytxz3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FDcfUBukwRg/S220/digitalizar0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_x3rP1StkI/SrUj16uuQNI/AAAAAAAAACc/IiYEKuKCiPs/s72-c/THE_FUTU.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782107869221062795.post-1927230422044265048</id><published>2009-09-17T19:35:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T20:45:04.297+01:00</updated><title type='text'>15Moment  17 de Setembro de 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Em turbulência. These people, cause something strange, I DIDN'T REALIZE; EU NÃO PERCEBO. Je n'ai pas pleuré depuis longtemps. Depois de dormir, ao acordar tudo parece mais calmo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Vou tomar um banho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Ouvir -&lt;/span&gt;A Short Goodbye- Oren Lavie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782107869221062795-1927230422044265048?l=suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/1927230422044265048/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/2009/09/15moment-17-de-setembro-de-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782107869221062795/posts/default/1927230422044265048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782107869221062795/posts/default/1927230422044265048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/2009/09/15moment-17-de-setembro-de-2009.html' title='15Moment  17 de Setembro de 2009'/><author><name>CarolinaSalles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05154872204907517133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_x3rP1StkI/ShqV9Ytxz3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FDcfUBukwRg/S220/digitalizar0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782107869221062795.post-243734503869103531</id><published>2009-09-17T00:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T14:17:55.647+01:00</updated><title type='text'>14Moment  16 de Setembro de 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_x3rP1StkI/SrFvcf0DOzI/AAAAAAAAACU/YYB-w-Ak8kw/s1600-h/Sess%C3%A3o+Privada+003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_x3rP1StkI/SrFvcf0DOzI/AAAAAAAAACU/YYB-w-Ak8kw/s200/Sess%C3%A3o+Privada+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt; n.pl.pai-xão, do lat. passione  sentimento excessivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt; amor ardente; afecto violento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;entusiasmo grande mágoa, vício dominador&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;alucinação &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt; sofrimento intenso e prolongado&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;parcialidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt; colorido, expressão viva, em literatura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Porque nem tudo ou mesmo nada tem uma única definição, não sabemos definir totalmente quase nada. Porque nem sempre sabemos o que sentimos exactamente, e se tem algum tipo de correspondência com uma série de definições que possamos procurar.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;Ando a tentar decidir-me pela decoração parietal do meu quarto(amarelo? vermelho? autocolante decorativo vinil?). (Por falar em decoração esta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bloggajas.blogspot.com/2008/04/crnica-de-ricardo-arajo-pereira.html"&gt;Crónica do Ricardo Araújo Pereira&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;é bestial.) Vou tratar do PASSE. Vou ao teatro. Vou à OnAir. Vou ao cabeleireiro. Vou ler. Vou preparar-me para o início das aulas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee; text-align: justify;"&gt;Como um dia discuti, entre amigos, é bom planear um dia; fazer mesmo um plano para o que possivelmente será o nosso dia. Sim, porque o futuro ninguém o sabe, ainda que digam que os profetas sim, eu não sei o que me acontecerá daqui  um minuto ou dois, ou em segundos. Já é um futuro  muito próximo, mas não deixa de ser O Futuro! Voltando ao que estava a ser relatado, mesmo que algumas pessoas o achem rotineiro(mesmo eu), acaba por ser um óptimo exercício de organização. Ou não, Ou sim! Já não se destina (DESTINA, lá está) a mim. Ah ah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee; text-align: justify;"&gt;Nunca liguei tanto a politica e a temas que com isso tenham a ver, nunca me interessei por saber o que seria a definição de Governo, Partido, Autarquia, Anarquia, Democracia e tantos outros conceitos. Nunca pensei sequer vir a ser um tema de conversa cm os amigos, no entanto já o é. É realmente um tema que ferve em conversa e onde o nosso interesse, até, se mantém constante e (esta é para a minha amiga Raquel) o nosso potencial energético pode ser equilibrado ou desequilibrado. Torna-se um tema, vá... mais de adultos, ainda que me assuste já não me é indiferente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee; text-align: justify;"&gt;Enough,already!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quanto às definições, acho que já sei a definição pela qual estou a passar. Também sabes?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782107869221062795-243734503869103531?l=suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/243734503869103531/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/2009/09/14moment-16-de-setembro-de-2009_16.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782107869221062795/posts/default/243734503869103531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782107869221062795/posts/default/243734503869103531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/2009/09/14moment-16-de-setembro-de-2009_16.html' title='14Moment  16 de Setembro de 2009'/><author><name>CarolinaSalles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05154872204907517133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_x3rP1StkI/ShqV9Ytxz3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FDcfUBukwRg/S220/digitalizar0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_x3rP1StkI/SrFvcf0DOzI/AAAAAAAAACU/YYB-w-Ak8kw/s72-c/Sess%C3%A3o+Privada+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782107869221062795.post-3745879879005654539</id><published>2009-09-12T01:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T03:08:08.140+01:00</updated><title type='text'>13Moment 12 de Setembro de 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Porque me apetece escrever qualquer coisa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sinto saudades de alguma coisa que nem sei eu bem o que é, que nem sei eu bem a que sentimento pode estar ligada esta saudade. Sinto muitas saudades. ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Parece que as pessoas ficam chateadas do nada... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois...Puff...Something happens, I don't know what it is, and then disappears.That person, disappears... I don't know how long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completamente em organizações, devia mesmo ser uma secretária, ou uma arrumadora de qualquer coisa que não carros.Organizadora de tempos livres! Good idea! Dossiers coloridos, muita papelada, no fim do dia, melhor , mas não perfeito! Não sei o que vou jantar...(isso não é importante)&lt;br /&gt;Viciada em Grey's Anatomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________pausa____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Por agora, nesta hora, neste momento.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2_HXUhShhmY"&gt;Her Morning Elegance- Oren Lavie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=%22340%22%20height=%22285%22%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22movie%22%20value=%22http://www.youtube.com/v/2_HXUhShhmY&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22allowFullScreen%22%20value=%22true%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22allowscriptaccess%22%20value=%22always%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cembed%20src=%22http://www.youtube.com/v/2_HXUhShhmY&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1%22%20type=%22application/x-shockwave-flash%22%20allowscriptaccess=%22always%22%20allowfullscreen=%22true%22%20width=%22340%22%20height=%22285%22%3E%3C/embed%3E%3C/object%3E"&gt;&lt;object height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie"value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2_HXUhShhmY&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;paramname="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;paramname="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embedsrc="http://www.youtube.com/v/2_HXUhShhmY&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always"allowfullscreen="true" width="340"height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782107869221062795-3745879879005654539?l=suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/3745879879005654539/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/2009/09/13moment-12-de-setembro-de-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782107869221062795/posts/default/3745879879005654539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782107869221062795/posts/default/3745879879005654539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/2009/09/13moment-12-de-setembro-de-2009.html' title='13Moment 12 de Setembro de 2009'/><author><name>CarolinaSalles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05154872204907517133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_x3rP1StkI/ShqV9Ytxz3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FDcfUBukwRg/S220/digitalizar0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782107869221062795.post-6165741587826736629</id><published>2009-08-24T16:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T16:15:54.024+01:00</updated><title type='text'>12Moment 24 de Agosto de 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;" Ali e naquele momento, ela sabia que tal homem existia- um homem que estava agora sozinho- e saber isso fez com que qualquer coisa dentro dela se apertasse"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"- Tem sido realmente estranho. Quer dizer, não consigo parar de pensar nele, e não sei porquê. É como se estivesse de novo na escola secundária(...)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"- Uma das coisas que aprendi na minha vida é que às vezes temos de arriscar."&lt;/em&gt;                                                                            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nicholas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sparks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Parece que os livros sabem descrever exactamente o que nós somos capazes de sentir, e tudo acaba por fazer todo o sentido quando o estamos a ler. Ficamos completamente esclarecidos, eu sinto isto! Depois, parece que quando pegamos num livro para o ler,que esse livro apareceu na altura certa! Que tudo o que ele nos diz se adequa plenamente ao momento pelo qual estamos a passar na nossa vida. Seja isso relativo ao amor, à vida , a várias questões que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;surgem&lt;/span&gt; num determinado momento ligadas a um determinado assunto, até às coisas menos relevantes e que pouco sentido fazem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Um dia li um livro, era mais nova, um livro chamado "O Planeta Branco" de Miguel Sousa Tavares, aquele livro naquela altura foi a melhor coisa que tive nas mãos, fiquei tão apaixonada por ele. Hoje em dia, já não faria o mesmo sentido, e se calhar tornava-se parvo, talvez por ser também um livro para idades mais novas. Mas o que interessa, é que me lembro tão bem de ter adorado ler aquilo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Agora este está a ser um romance todo &lt;strong&gt;romanceado&lt;/strong&gt;. =) E estou a gostar, faz todo o sentido agora!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;As palavras que nunca te direi...  Só se achar que deva arriscar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Até me apetece jogar aquele jogo das caricas das latas com as letras do alfabeto, tenho mesmo curiosidade de saber se a letra correponderia à que tanto quero que calhe! Segundo o livro eu voltei é aos tempos da Escola Primária!=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782107869221062795-6165741587826736629?l=suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/6165741587826736629/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/2009/08/12moment-24-de-agosto-de-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782107869221062795/posts/default/6165741587826736629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782107869221062795/posts/default/6165741587826736629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/2009/08/12moment-24-de-agosto-de-2009.html' title='12Moment 24 de Agosto de 2009'/><author><name>CarolinaSalles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05154872204907517133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_x3rP1StkI/ShqV9Ytxz3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FDcfUBukwRg/S220/digitalizar0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782107869221062795.post-1782365461782755683</id><published>2009-08-06T21:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T22:21:17.526+01:00</updated><title type='text'>11Moment 6 de Agosto de 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Como se diz: Em pleno séc. XXI, ainda há certas coisas que nos fazem confusão serem presenciadas. Nas "santas terrinhas", muitos velhotes não sabem o que se passa para além do local onde vivem. Depois, custa assistir a um "desespero" que eles possam sentir por não conseguirem um bocado mais do que já têm, porque "nós não temos dinheiro". Pois é! Dá vontade de os ajudar, dar-lhes tudo o que precisam para evoluir um bocado e serem mais felizes. Mesmo assim parecem super felizes e fazem-nos rir tanto. Rir tanto, tanto... Têm cães do circo, ah ah. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Têm cães wow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (eu percebo, ah ah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Depois há tantas maneiras de ver as coisas: "A Insustentável Leveza do Ser", é bom ler um livro no Verão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782107869221062795-1782365461782755683?l=suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/1782365461782755683/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/2009/08/11moment-6-de-agosto-de-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782107869221062795/posts/default/1782365461782755683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782107869221062795/posts/default/1782365461782755683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/2009/08/11moment-6-de-agosto-de-2009.html' title='11Moment 6 de Agosto de 2009'/><author><name>CarolinaSalles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05154872204907517133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_x3rP1StkI/ShqV9Ytxz3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FDcfUBukwRg/S220/digitalizar0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782107869221062795.post-4890092462012071823</id><published>2009-07-17T18:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T18:21:55.635+01:00</updated><title type='text'>10Moment  17 de Julho de 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se calhar não tem que existir resposta para tudo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Talvez às vezes a pontuação diga tudo! como (...) (!) (?) , talvez diga muito, talvez demonstre uma maneira de estar. Talvez uma palavra responda a tudo. Mas há palavras que irritam e não nos dizem nada! Ou talvez digam! Aquela palavra chateia-me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;Talvez esteja &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;parvinha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;Ai se isto escrevesse ainda mais pequenininho.... ai....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782107869221062795-4890092462012071823?l=suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/4890092462012071823/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/2009/07/10moment-17-de-julho-de-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782107869221062795/posts/default/4890092462012071823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782107869221062795/posts/default/4890092462012071823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/2009/07/10moment-17-de-julho-de-2009.html' title='10Moment  17 de Julho de 2009'/><author><name>CarolinaSalles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05154872204907517133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_x3rP1StkI/ShqV9Ytxz3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FDcfUBukwRg/S220/digitalizar0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782107869221062795.post-4530809662243709880</id><published>2009-07-10T23:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T00:20:56.578+01:00</updated><title type='text'>9Moment 10 de Julho de 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_x3rP1StkI/SlfJYn6l9mI/AAAAAAAAABs/LDuJakUz1g8/s1600-h/DSC03800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_x3rP1StkI/SlfJYn6l9mI/AAAAAAAAABs/LDuJakUz1g8/s200/DSC03800.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356971706649278050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;E já está.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Tudo acabou. E é bom! Ainda assim existe um sentimento estranho, que não consigo descrever, que se apodera de mim neste momento de términus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Foram assim duros os ultimos meses! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Mas tão bons, tão bons!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;O balanço é super positivo, e sinto-me completamente concretizada! Se podia ser melhor?, não sei! Foi muito bom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sabia as tuas entradas e as tuas saídas, quase que sabia o teu texto todo. Ria-me muito, e no meio de tudo...ai...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fez parte de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;e de sonhos durante uns tempos, fez parte de fantasias durante uns tempos, fez parte de encontros inesperados e fez parte de algo que não aconteceu, mas que existiu e não duvido!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sabia o texto dos meus colegas, já sei alguns deles (dos colegas) bem, sabia o espírito de grupo e o contentamento de todos, sabia que foi perfeito para todos e saudades é algo mutuo.  Sabia que fomos perfeitos Anfitriões e que soubémos receber e dar ao publico tudo o que construímos e o que amámos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sabia que muitos iam aparecer outros não! Não sabia que muitos amigos não ir ião entrar num dos melhores momentos da minha vida e aprendizagem! Só tenho que agradecer aos que fizeram parte disto tudo e presenciaram, aos outros: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;não foi culpa minha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Soube os bons professores e amigos que se tornaram! Sabia a importância que ir ião ter para  mim. Sabia que as saudades ir ião existir, não sabia que ia ser tão estranho assim! Sabia que lhes teria que agradecer! Agradeci, agradeço:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt; Obrigada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sabia que ia chorar, que devido à força existente na corrente humana, sabia que ia conseguir! Só não sabia que tudo se ia tornar perfeito e que ia estar assim___________________, sem palavras para conseguir explicar o que este ano foi para mim! Sabia que a força iria ser ainda maior, e que perante todas as situações, seria diferente devido a toda a aprendizagem !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Agradeço-me acima de tudo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Soube sofrer por amor, chorar por amor, ser usada por amor, ter raiva por amor, soube ser deixada pelo(que foi) o meu amor! Soube tudo o que se passou em relação a isso e soube, ainda assim, ser parva! Mas soube! Depois soube largar isto tudo e sofrer novamente, soube o que é não estar bem e sonhar com a mesma pessoa várias noites, soube o que foi tentar saber o que estaria ela a fazer a todos os minutos, soube por as musicas que ouvíamos para me massacrar, soube passar por vários sítios e saber o tínhamos vivido em cada um desse sitios, soube os cheiros que usava na época em que estive contigo, soube deixar de usa-los para a dor ser menor, soube saber da tua nova vida com outra pessoa, soube aceitar, soube desprezar-te quando me disseste"Oláa", soube UI, estar sem ti e estar tão melhor. Soube que com toda a força que me deram e com o EU aceitar estas coisas, seguir em frente sem já mais pensar em ti sempre! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não sabia que ia ser assim, mas foi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Agradeço-me acima de tudo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Depois de tudo estou de férias! AH AH! a musica perfeita será: Madonna- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;Holiday! WOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;tornando-a : Holidays!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782107869221062795-4530809662243709880?l=suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/4530809662243709880/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/2009/07/9moment-10-de-julho-de-2009.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782107869221062795/posts/default/4530809662243709880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782107869221062795/posts/default/4530809662243709880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/2009/07/9moment-10-de-julho-de-2009.html' title='9Moment 10 de Julho de 2009'/><author><name>CarolinaSalles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05154872204907517133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_x3rP1StkI/ShqV9Ytxz3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FDcfUBukwRg/S220/digitalizar0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_x3rP1StkI/SlfJYn6l9mI/AAAAAAAAABs/LDuJakUz1g8/s72-c/DSC03800.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782107869221062795.post-7676343618758118569</id><published>2009-06-19T20:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T20:43:22.839+01:00</updated><title type='text'>8Moment  19 de Junho de 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;!  =)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Mesmo ocupada! Muitos ensaios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Vou cortar o cabelo! Curto! Trabalho é trabalho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span class="inside_no style35 style9 style41"&gt;"ODISSEIA CABISBAIXA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ANTÓNIO E &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MARIA&lt;/span&gt; + BELA E O MENINO JESUS&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="style32"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;de CARLOS J. PESSOA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 e 4 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jul&lt;/span&gt;. I          21h30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;         TEATRO MUNICIPAL S. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LUIZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="style41"&gt;M/16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="color"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Bela e o Menino Jesus &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;constitui a  segunda parte do projecto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Odisseia  Cabisbaixa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;. A acção decorre agora em Marte e termina talvez na cintura de asteróides, que forma o Anel de Saturno, carrossel de detritos, monstruosidade bela e geradora de outras possibilidade, resultante da explosão de um planeta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Em Marte e no Anel de Saturno, o espectador pode muito bem viajar para o espaço da utopia ou rever um certo Portugal de Miguel Torga, Manuel da Fonseca e Alexandre O`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Neill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, um Portugal de uma pobreza, que ultrapassava o material, e de uma arte que falava de um espaço fundador da própria identidade portuguesa, denunciando assim essa pobreza. No caso desta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Odisseiazinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, o problema não é tanto o da erradicação da pobreza, mas a sua utilização como metáfora que denuncia um outro, muito mais actual, o de um &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;deficit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; de realidade. Cada vez menos se percebe o que é real,  a presença dilui-se diariamente. O império do virtual é também o reino da ilusão, no qual a própria certeza de existirmos é uma incógnita que necessita de uma dor, ou de um belisco, para se certificar de não pairar na região &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sonâmbula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; das sombras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Em Marte, há muito frio, neve e enormes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;monólitos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; de granito, memórias caladas da Terra, que os homens carregam como fardos. Os agricultores cultivam prodigamente batatas, sonhos de uma existência em que ainda eram heróis capazes de dormir à noite, sem o temor de acordar num mundo diferente na manhã seguinte. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Odisseia  Cabisbaixa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; é uma metáfora do entendimento que fazemos de teatro. Trata-se de entender o teatro como acção cívica para a transformação do mundo e, nesse sentido, o teatro reconfigura a Terra (a ficção científica é, de certo modo, imaginar o futuro com os olhos no presente); quanto mais as personagens se afastam da Terra mais dela se aproximam. A companhia é a célula onde se ensaiam novos mundos numa escala laboratorial: singular e efémera, sem outro resultado que a memória que dela fica. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Quanto à possibilidade de mudança, é acreditar no trabalho e na sorte, que é como quem diz no milagre do Menino Jesus."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;      - http://www.teatrodagaragem.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Convite feito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;É óptimo perceber que às vezes não vale muito a pena pensar nas coisas. Tudo acontece e deixamos acontecer. É o melhor. Na realidade, muitas vezes, tudo é demasiado simples que sentimos a necessidade de complicar. Mas na realidade não deve ser assim. Ou deve, como queiram. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Não gosto nada quando a pele cai. Gosto ainda menos quando só cai num sitio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;mínimo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; do corpo, aquele sitio onde o creme não foi bem espalhado, é tão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ridículo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, ah ah! Sinto-me constantemente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;peganhenta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;! Temos chamado a isto o "calor peganhento"! É bom, não digo que não, mas bolas!Para quem anda de um lado para o outro todo o dia, e ainda pensa : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;"à noite quando regressar a casa pode ser que esteja mais &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;fresquinho&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, fica desiludido, pois o calor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;mantém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-se durante a noite e o casaco que levamos de manha não serve de nada, só chateia! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Grrrh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;! Vá independentemente disso, as sandálias e os chinelos são tão bons de se usar! E adoro o cheiro a Verão no meu quarto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Que tal nós dois numa banheira de espuma"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sem mais reflexões. Adeus, beijos com sorrisos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782107869221062795-7676343618758118569?l=suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/7676343618758118569/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/2009/06/8moment-19-de-junho-de-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782107869221062795/posts/default/7676343618758118569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782107869221062795/posts/default/7676343618758118569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/2009/06/8moment-19-de-junho-de-2009.html' title='8Moment  19 de Junho de 2009'/><author><name>CarolinaSalles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05154872204907517133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_x3rP1StkI/ShqV9Ytxz3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FDcfUBukwRg/S220/digitalizar0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782107869221062795.post-7555311608734047593</id><published>2009-06-15T12:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T12:46:21.433+01:00</updated><title type='text'>7Moment 15 de Junho de 2009</title><content type='html'>Eu amo-te.I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Je&lt;/span&gt; t'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;aime&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ich&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;liebe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dich&lt;/span&gt;.Te amo.Ti amo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existem tantas maneiras de ser dito. Mas é realmente &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;difícil&lt;/span&gt; descrever o que é sentido!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ando viciada nesta musica: Come &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;wander&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou a fazer o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;trabalho&lt;/span&gt; de História de Arte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s: I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782107869221062795-7555311608734047593?l=suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/7555311608734047593/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/2009/06/7moment-15-de-junho-de-2009.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782107869221062795/posts/default/7555311608734047593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782107869221062795/posts/default/7555311608734047593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/2009/06/7moment-15-de-junho-de-2009.html' title='7Moment 15 de Junho de 2009'/><author><name>CarolinaSalles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05154872204907517133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_x3rP1StkI/ShqV9Ytxz3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FDcfUBukwRg/S220/digitalizar0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782107869221062795.post-6663806814986242590</id><published>2009-06-10T17:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T21:34:36.209+01:00</updated><title type='text'>6Moment  10 de Junho de 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ver provas de atletismo é giro! Já sentia algumas saudades de um ambiente competitivo. Não é que seja a favor da competitividade, mas de vez em quando é importante um bocadinho disso nas nossas vidas, seja onde for! Mas isto também toca noutros assuntos, será que para se ser competitivo temos que realmente passar uns por cima dos outros? Eu acho que não, mas no entanto isto é o que mais se vê quando alguém se torna obsessivamente competitivo! Mesmo assim e sem divagar, é bom e soube bem voltar a viver um pouco disso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Dou por mim muitas vezes a pensar e se eu fizesse isto e isto e isto... Já pensei várias vezes nisto e sonho em fazer tantas coisas diferentes e poder crescer e tornar-me a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Important&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; em cada uma dessas actividades que poderia exercer !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Já faz um ano de tanta coisa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(Como disse a Cathe) Já está a acabar outro ano cheio de coisas e vivências! Até assusta! É em alturas como estas que dizemos: "Parecemos os velhos", mas é mesmo verdade, começamos a sentir o tempo e o espaço na nossa vida como uma coisa diferente, mais curta e mais pequena! Tudo passa rápido, depois quando vivemos muito e diferentes experiências parece que ainda passou mais rápido! Mesmo assim, é bom recordar algumas coisas! Outras é preferível nem pensar nelas. Outras é bom chorar sobre elas . Outras é bom rir sobre elas. Outras é bom tentar repeti-las. Outras não. Outras é bom já nem nos lembrarmos . Outras é. Outras é bom terem existido. Outras não. Mas no fundo ,tudo  e tantas coisas já aconteceram há um ano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;E depois e antes disto, eu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;já&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; nasci há 19anos, 7 meses e 10 dias!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Começa um momento de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;stress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, mas que é bom!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Depois tudo será mar e cheiro a férias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Não sei se não vou cortar o cabelo curtinho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Bye See you!  Chuaks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782107869221062795-6663806814986242590?l=suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/6663806814986242590/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/2009/06/6moment-10-de-junho-de-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782107869221062795/posts/default/6663806814986242590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782107869221062795/posts/default/6663806814986242590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/2009/06/6moment-10-de-junho-de-2009.html' title='6Moment  10 de Junho de 2009'/><author><name>CarolinaSalles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05154872204907517133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_x3rP1StkI/ShqV9Ytxz3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FDcfUBukwRg/S220/digitalizar0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782107869221062795.post-8284366814865096968</id><published>2009-06-05T20:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T22:55:36.895+01:00</updated><title type='text'>5Moment  5 de Junho de 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cirque&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;du&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Soleil&lt;/span&gt; (Fantástico!) Recebi um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Olaa&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ahah&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Say&lt;/span&gt; it  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;flowers&lt;/span&gt; - a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;play&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Lux&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Já repararam bem como as mãos são tão &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;características&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Gosto mesmo de mãos!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ah ah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Passei uma noite desta semana a matar melgas.(detesto fazê-lo, mas já não aguentava mais e depois &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;só&lt;/span&gt; de pensar que o meu quarto estava cheio de pequenas mortes, ainda pior)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Mesmo bom &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Varekai&lt;/span&gt;, tão bom, tão bom que nem consigo explicar muito bem, só vendo! Quem me dera um dia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;"Maravilha é o sentimento para onde caminhas"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;- lembrei-me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Para a semana começam os ensaios, loucura das loucuras! (Teatro da Garagem)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782107869221062795-8284366814865096968?l=suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/8284366814865096968/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/2009/06/5moment-5-e-junho-de-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782107869221062795/posts/default/8284366814865096968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782107869221062795/posts/default/8284366814865096968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/2009/06/5moment-5-e-junho-de-2009.html' title='5Moment  5 de Junho de 2009'/><author><name>CarolinaSalles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05154872204907517133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_x3rP1StkI/ShqV9Ytxz3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FDcfUBukwRg/S220/digitalizar0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782107869221062795.post-805989036858165551</id><published>2009-06-02T21:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T21:41:21.900+01:00</updated><title type='text'>4Moment   2 de Junho de 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh não! Começo a ver nuvens a voltar. Não quero! Bem até pode ser positivo , visto que o bom tempo não tem ajudado no trabalho. Mas não! É tão bom um óptimo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Tenho dito: "Cheira a férias!" Há pessoas que ficam com cara de parvas a olhar para mim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;quando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; digo isto. Mas não é verdade que relacionamos muitos cheiros a momentos e certas alturas da nossa vida? Não há tantos cheiros que me fazem lembrar a minha infância? O cheiro da tinta de água, que se usava para pintar as mãos num papel, o cheiro a plasticina, o cheiro a cantinas... Realmente o bom tempo traz um cheiro a Verão que logo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;associo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; a férias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sabe tão bem às 09:00 da manhã &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;constatar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; que já estão 19º, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ah ah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;! Sair logo de manhã de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; e grandes decotes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;That&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Hoje um grande abraço dei à &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;mamã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;! Foi tão bom, é bom reparar em todas as coisas que achamos ser pequenas. São todas estas pequenas coisas que nos fazem realmente estar bem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ah, reparem nesta analogia: "Então, imagina que tens um prato de comida cheio de coisas que tu gostas: com batatas fritas, um bife de peru, uma salada óptima e depois tens um molhe de esparregado. Enquanto comes é sempre aquele esforço , porque tens sempre lá o molhe de esparregado, mas então tenta tirar o molhe de esparregado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; para o lado. Fica logo tudo óptimo e comes tão feliz e com tanto gosto! Agora aplica isto na tua vida, tens tudo bem, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;família&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, amigos, escola, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;saúde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, dinheiro, tudo. Mas tens sempre lá aquela coisinha que te deixa menos bem, por vezes. Então tira-a da tua vida, arrasta-a para o lado. Não fica tudo tão bem, tão perfeito não é?"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Su&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;!- é verdade sim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Simple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Que giro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ah só há uma coisa que me tem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;irritado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; mesmo. Então não é que eu uso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Flower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Kenzo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; há anos e agora tenho milhares de mulheres a passar por mim todos os dias com o MEU  cheiro! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Grhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, o que a publicidade faz! Tirem o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Kenzo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; das montras!!!!!! Pronto alguma coisa tinha que me chatear no meio de tudo tão bom! Ah ah! Só &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;falta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; agora também dizerem que a papoila também é a flor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;preferida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; de todas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; pessoas que usam o MEU perfume! Ah ah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;That&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;'s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Amanhã &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;CIRQUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;DU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;SOLEIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;VAREKAI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782107869221062795-805989036858165551?l=suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/805989036858165551/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/2009/06/4moment-2-de-junho-de-2009.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782107869221062795/posts/default/805989036858165551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782107869221062795/posts/default/805989036858165551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/2009/06/4moment-2-de-junho-de-2009.html' title='4Moment   2 de Junho de 2009'/><author><name>CarolinaSalles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05154872204907517133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_x3rP1StkI/ShqV9Ytxz3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FDcfUBukwRg/S220/digitalizar0001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782107869221062795.post-2979631908945176232</id><published>2009-06-01T20:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T21:45:04.403+01:00</updated><title type='text'>3Moment  1 de Junho de 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_x3rP1StkI/SiQ9jy2AbHI/AAAAAAAAABk/kK9SkoQaltQ/s1600-h/digitalizar0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_x3rP1StkI/SiQ9jy2AbHI/AAAAAAAAABk/kK9SkoQaltQ/s200/digitalizar0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342462743121259634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Em primeiro lugar! Hoje é o dia da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Criança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, e continua a ser o meu dia também!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Há melhor coisa do que estar ocupado!? Acho que não. É óptimo quando temos dias cheios e cheios de coisas boas. Um fim de semana como há muito não tinha. Super ocupado, cheio de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;stress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Repleto de amizade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;! Soube mesmo,mas mesmo bem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Quarta Feira:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Elevador. Teatro com os amigos, conversa com os amigos, espectáculo bonito de ser visto com os amigos, comer à pressa com os amigos, cantar "Halo" no carro com os amigos, tirar fotos com os amigos, beber champanhe com os amigos, comer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;morangos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; e rissóis com os amigos, voltar a casa com uma boa conversa com a amiga. (Elevador, teatro da Garagem, recomendo.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Quinta Feira:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Gimnoanima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;. Ver treinos, comentar treinos, ajudar para o sarau, comer pizza, ensaio carregadores, rir com a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Su&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; (momentos de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;parvoíce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;), pintar pedras ,dormi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;r em casa da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Su&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, tentar apanhar o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-e (gato da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Su&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;), dar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;miminhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; ao &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Shrek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; (gato da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Su&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;rir a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;ntes de adormecer com a Su!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sexta Feira:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Gimnoanima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Su&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;. Fazer lista do que falta para o sarau. Andar por Lisboa com a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Su&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; a tratar das ultimas coisas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ikea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;. Andar por &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Mem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.Martins a tratar das ultimas coisas. Tecidos, t-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;shirts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, bilhetes, adereços, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;maillots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, saiotes, regador... O TELEFONEMA! Olga Cadaval, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;últimos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;preparos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;carregar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; ultimas coisas, acertos de luz, ensaio geral. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Stress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; de organizar classes com o Filipe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Stress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; de chamar as classes com o Filipe. Tudo a correr  bem. Casa da mãe da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Su&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;. Enviar mail's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Últimos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; adereços. Casa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Su&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;. Dormir às 04.00 da manhã.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sábado:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Gimnoanima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Su&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;. Levantar. Pequeno almoço. Olga Cadaval, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;últimos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; ensaios com classes dos pequeninos.  Rir com o vestido da Mónica. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Espectáculo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; da tarde. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Stress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; de chamar e organizar classes, sozinha =(, fumo a sair pela cabeça. Óptimo, tudo correu bem. Jantar rápido. Assistir ao espectáculo da noite com a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;família&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nostalgia e saudades. Lindo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Arrumações. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Convívio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;. Casa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Su&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, dormir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Domingo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Su&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;. Acordar tarde. Praia. Almoço na praia. Praia. Mar. Bronze. Rir. Relembrar Sarau. Muitos telefonemas. Casa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Su&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, banho e momento de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;parvoíce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;. Lisboa, levantar bilhetes do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Cirque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;du Soleil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;. Jantar. De volta a casa. Ligar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;telemóvel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, montes de mensagens. Dormir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;No fim de tudo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Um sentimento bom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, não temos que parar. É tão bom dias cheios. Não há momentos em que nada se passa. Basta uma ocupação plena e boa, que até o cansaço é bom. Um fim de semana como há muito não tinha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Queimadinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; já! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782107869221062795-2979631908945176232?l=suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/2979631908945176232/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/2009/06/3moment-1-de-junho-de-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782107869221062795/posts/default/2979631908945176232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782107869221062795/posts/default/2979631908945176232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/2009/06/3moment-1-de-junho-de-2009.html' title='3Moment  1 de Junho de 2009'/><author><name>CarolinaSalles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05154872204907517133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_x3rP1StkI/ShqV9Ytxz3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FDcfUBukwRg/S220/digitalizar0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_x3rP1StkI/SiQ9jy2AbHI/AAAAAAAAABk/kK9SkoQaltQ/s72-c/digitalizar0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782107869221062795.post-670192282717093216</id><published>2009-05-26T22:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T23:28:17.164+01:00</updated><title type='text'>2Moment   26 de Maio de 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_x3rP1StkI/Shxshp61PsI/AAAAAAAAABc/8QFSAZMk9OM/s1600-h/18.10.2006+-+cantando+musicaaas+%40+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_x3rP1StkI/Shxshp61PsI/AAAAAAAAABc/8QFSAZMk9OM/s200/18.10.2006+-+cantando+musicaaas+%40+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340262583598661314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;É realmente terrível uma pessoa sentir-se ofendida e ficar sentida com isso. Podíamos apenas ficar só ofendidos e nem ligar. Mas quando a razão está do nosso lado e não a entendem, magoa. Se há conhecimento em relação a quem eu sou, há conhecimento em relação à minha sensibilidade e ao meu modo de ver determinadas coisas. Fico realmente sentida e mal, não gosto de fingir que nada se passou, embora ultimamente tenha tentado mudar isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Conclusões que tiramos disto:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Não se deve por uma amizade em causa, porque sim. Não devemos ter opiniões e pensamentos e deixar de mudá-los. Não devemos achar que podemos dizer tudo o que queremos e como queremos. Não devemos ser parciais, assim é difícil de manter qualquer tipo de relação com alguém (ainda que digam que não). Não devemos ser como somos e não nos adaptarmos aos outros e ao que nos rodeia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não devemos fingir que nada se passou.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Não devemos não falar sobre as coisas. Não devemos justificar-nos com um "porque sou assim, tenho reacções do momento". No final de tudo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Devemos pedir desculpa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;O tempo não quer dizer nada?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Quer sim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, e quando já é algum, já metemos em causa muitas coisas e arranjamos maneira de lutar para que tudo fique bem. Não desistimos assim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Então, a amizade é realmente o tipo de relação mais importante e pelo qual (eu, neste caso) acho que devemos lutar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Se não é assim... então como é?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Dás-me a mão amizade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;No fim de tudo, é isto... é mesmo isto! Ah, e vale a pena pensar melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Um dia perguntou-me o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;: Como estás?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Eu respondi: Dependente de ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ele disse: Dependente de mim? O teu estado depende de mim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Eu disse: Não totalmente, mas em boa parte sim. Se estás bem, eu estou também. Se não estás eu também não estou totalmente. A diferença é que quando estás totalmente bem eu estou também, totalmente. Se não estás totalmente bem, eu ainda consigo estar, mesmo que tu não estejas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ele disse: Compreendo. Então, eu não estou muito bem sabes?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Eu disse:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sim Amor sei, já o tinha sentido!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Eu disse: Dás-me a mão?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ele disse: Sempre, ainda que não esteja muito bem e sinta que tudo me tenha caído aos pés, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dou!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782107869221062795-670192282717093216?l=suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/670192282717093216/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/2009/05/2moment-26-de-maio-de-2009.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782107869221062795/posts/default/670192282717093216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782107869221062795/posts/default/670192282717093216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/2009/05/2moment-26-de-maio-de-2009.html' title='2Moment   26 de Maio de 2009'/><author><name>CarolinaSalles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05154872204907517133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_x3rP1StkI/ShqV9Ytxz3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FDcfUBukwRg/S220/digitalizar0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_x3rP1StkI/Shxshp61PsI/AAAAAAAAABc/8QFSAZMk9OM/s72-c/18.10.2006+-+cantando+musicaaas+%40+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782107869221062795.post-936912212110008346</id><published>2009-05-25T13:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T14:26:38.113+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1Moment    25 de Maio de 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_x3rP1StkI/ShqcgzNE1-I/AAAAAAAAAAw/kVluqvOy9X4/s1600-h/digitalizar0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_x3rP1StkI/ShqcgzNE1-I/AAAAAAAAAAw/kVluqvOy9X4/s320/digitalizar0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339752395515942882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Reflecti e resolvi. Há coisas simples não há? Aliás, e a propósito de um momento na mãe Tília, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;tudo acaba por ser simples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;. Tudo é importante. Tudo pode ser avaliado de diferentes maneiras. Tudo existe e Nada não existe, e com isto é simples perceber o porquê de tudo ter a sua importância!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Divagando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Beber um copo de água só por si, já é bom!", é verdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Últimos bons e óptimos acontecimentos- Finalmente bem, bem. Finalmente estável. Finalmente o concerto mais esperado. Finalmente com eles todos. Finalmente a teatrar super bem disposta. Finalmente a perceber tudo de outra maneira. Finalmente a ter gosto por coisas novas. Finalmente a não pensar. Finalmente a deixar tudo acontecer. Finalmente a perceber que é o melhor. Finalmente a perceber que não podemos gostar de todas as pessoas. Finalmente a saber lidar bem com isso. Finalmente com vontade de ir para a escola. Finalmente a fazer coisas boas, " a embriagar-me de coisas boas". Finalmente novas experiências. Finalmente a consciência. Finalmente a não consciência. Finalmente tudo a fazer sentido. Finalmente com vontade. Finalmente a escrever de novo. Finalmente a dedicação. Finalmente a aceitação. Finalmente a confiança(um pouco vá). Finalmente mudanças. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;e Finalmente,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;só dependeu de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, Finalmente&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a minha postura mudou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;e tudo com isso mudou também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;De resto,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;estou feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;! Aleluia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ah, a minha cor favorita é o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vermelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782107869221062795-936912212110008346?l=suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/936912212110008346/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/2009/05/1moment-25-de-maio-de-2009.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782107869221062795/posts/default/936912212110008346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782107869221062795/posts/default/936912212110008346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suchabeautifulmoment.blogspot.com/2009/05/1moment-25-de-maio-de-2009.html' title='1Moment    25 de Maio de 2009'/><author><name>CarolinaSalles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05154872204907517133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_x3rP1StkI/ShqV9Ytxz3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FDcfUBukwRg/S220/digitalizar0001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_x3rP1StkI/ShqcgzNE1-I/AAAAAAAAAAw/kVluqvOy9X4/s72-c/digitalizar0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
