<?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-7450598555455309803</id><updated>2011-08-01T10:44:37.501-07:00</updated><category term='renovar'/><category term='confusões'/><category term='Dia'/><category term='O'/><category term='whisky'/><category term='Confusões sem fim'/><category term='e tretas'/><category term='Sentidos'/><category term='viver'/><category term='fobias'/><category term='Sentimentos'/><category term='passatempos'/><category term='Dias'/><title type='text'>A cor do laçarote</title><subtitle type='html'>I learned that things change, people change, and it doesn’t mean you forget the past or try to cover it up. It simply means that you move on, and treasure the memories</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>961</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-2348918926688856140</id><published>2010-10-28T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T02:47:15.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://purpurinasrosa.blogspot.com&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450598555455309803-2348918926688856140?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/2348918926688856140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/2348918926688856140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/10/httppurpurinasrosa.html' title=''/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-7874957643413874413</id><published>2010-06-24T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T07:00:50.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Horas certas</title><content type='html'>Adorava sentir a&amp;nbsp;mecânica&amp;nbsp;do teu coração que ás vezes funciona como um relógio.&lt;br /&gt;Sentir o&lt;i&gt; tic-tac&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ter a certeza que despertas nas horas certas.&lt;br /&gt;Esse teu coração, que ás vezes parece ter falta de pilhas, outras que parece acelerar e viver as coisas com tanta fugacidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando?Quando paramos o tempo os dois?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450598555455309803-7874957643413874413?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/7874957643413874413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/7874957643413874413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/06/horas-certas.html' title='Horas certas'/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-6840339281292594724</id><published>2010-06-24T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T05:32:18.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O teu lugar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O que queres que eu faça?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Descobre o teu lugar no meu coração, o que querias já está ocupado (...)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450598555455309803-6840339281292594724?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/6840339281292594724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/6840339281292594724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-teu-lugar.html' title='O teu lugar'/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-7098098355082202612</id><published>2010-06-23T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T10:22:58.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando...</title><content type='html'>Quando estivermos todas juntas.&lt;br /&gt;Quero juntar os nossos sorrisos.&lt;br /&gt;E guarda-los na minha mente, para sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: esse vai ser "o" jantar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h_56PWFp7Fw&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&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/h_56PWFp7Fw&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450598555455309803-7098098355082202612?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/7098098355082202612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/7098098355082202612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/06/quando.html' title='Quando...'/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-2277601643648672351</id><published>2010-06-23T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T08:44:54.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TCIrrnt6edI/AAAAAAAABZM/aXwjSJKcEvY/s1600/velhinhos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TCIrrnt6edI/AAAAAAAABZM/aXwjSJKcEvY/s640/velhinhos.jpg" width="508" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Onde moram, todas as possibilidades&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450598555455309803-2277601643648672351?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/2277601643648672351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/2277601643648672351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/06/onde-moram-todas-as-possibilidades.html' title=''/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TCIrrnt6edI/AAAAAAAABZM/aXwjSJKcEvY/s72-c/velhinhos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-553312430469305569</id><published>2010-06-23T08:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T08:31:26.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Agrr</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Tipo de pessoas que não deviam existir:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;As que não f**** nem saem de cima!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Entendam o que quiserem!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450598555455309803-553312430469305569?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/553312430469305569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/553312430469305569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/06/agrr.html' title='Agrr'/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-3520877139173698118</id><published>2010-06-23T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T06:02:26.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A mim não me surpreende.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A mim não me surpreende.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Parece-me evidente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Durante todo o tempo pareceu-me evidente que quisesse saber o que aconteceu, só me entristece saber que fui a única.Nós muitas vezes acreditamos no que é mais fácil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Só que houve um momento que me pareceu que não valia a pena, não porque eu sou melhor, não porque&amp;nbsp;alguém&amp;nbsp;o é.Só porque, o que reconhecia nas coisas, já fazia parte de uma realidade que eu não conhecia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sei que um dia vou perceber o meu erro, e se calhar culpar-me&amp;nbsp;por ele.Vou encontra-lo onde eu menos espero.E vai ser um erro flagrante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sei que cresci.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cresci da pior forma, não de forma esperada ou natural. Mas forçada.E muitas vezes olhei para o lado e vi um circo de pessoas que eu&amp;nbsp;própria&amp;nbsp;montei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Durante estes anos, não te substitui, porque é totalmente&amp;nbsp;impossível.Não falei de ti aos quatro ventos, como?Se eu nem sabia de ti.E mais que isso não acreditei em tanta coisa que me parece&amp;nbsp;impossível.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Afastei-me quando vi novamente o circo montado, o diz que disse a fazer outra vez danos, e afastei-me ainda mais porque nós, eu e tu, nem o montamos nem fizemos qualquer numero de circo, foram os outros (quero acreditar que sim).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E ainda mais, que um dia as&amp;nbsp;consciências&amp;nbsp;piquem tanto ás pessoas, que lhes façam tantos danos, que as tenham de limpar.Ir para a Covilhã, sozinha, fez-me limpar os olhos, por mais que tenha custado,&amp;nbsp;reconstruir-me.&lt;br /&gt;E ainda te digo mais, sei hoje, que há pessoas que não valem a pena, que não me vão ver nunca nem um esforço para lhes ler o que quer que seja, e para ser a amiguinha que nunca tiveram, aliares, nunca me fizeram falta alguma, e o melhor de tudo, é que o sabem e ficam tão desnorteadas que nem sabem o que fazer.Tu não.Tu não fazias parte desse saco, jamais o fizeste.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas isto são só crenças.Eu nunca me esqueci de nada.Mesmo quando de Setembro a Novembro passei os piores dias da minha vida, e ambas nos esquecemos de coisas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450598555455309803-3520877139173698118?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/3520877139173698118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450598555455309803-3556652542938484668?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/3556652542938484668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/3556652542938484668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/06/s-u-m-m-e-r.html' title=''/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TCH0HgiALDI/AAAAAAAABZE/64vvFKbI3Xs/s72-c/tumblr_l2z9i7wlIS1qa8q2go1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-9125619909304882491</id><published>2010-06-23T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T04:41:48.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ainda bem na mesma.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não tenciono correr atrás de&amp;nbsp;ninguém.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Já preenchi o sitio onde pretendo ficar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quieta, á espera que os outros la venham ter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Já lá estão aqueles que querem ficar, e quem não está lá não faz falta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Se me deres flores de todas as cores, vou gostar.Se me surpreenderes com afectos, e formos passear a&amp;nbsp;sítios&amp;nbsp;bonitos, vou contigo .Se o meu&amp;nbsp;telemóvel&amp;nbsp;tocar quando eu não esperar e sejas tu, ainda bem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Se não?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ainda bem na mesma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TCHy6nzkQZI/AAAAAAAABY8/mNDaRmiW1_s/s1600/tumblr_l42dbyau7m1qzuw1yo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="444" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TCHy6nzkQZI/AAAAAAAABY8/mNDaRmiW1_s/s640/tumblr_l42dbyau7m1qzuw1yo1_500.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/7450598555455309803-9125619909304882491?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/9125619909304882491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/9125619909304882491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/06/ainda-bem-na-mesma.html' title='Ainda bem na mesma.'/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TCHy6nzkQZI/AAAAAAAABY8/mNDaRmiW1_s/s72-c/tumblr_l42dbyau7m1qzuw1yo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-2375061352561902823</id><published>2010-06-22T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T13:28:53.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Como te sentis-te?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;"Se eu te disser que nas duas noites a seguir eu não conseguia dormir, com falta de algo, que até então não me faltava isso responde?Ou se te disser (que logo eu) nem consigo explicar, e que bastava adormeceres e não ter acontecido nada que era o mesmo, tudo porque, a parte que mais gostei não foi a que me beijas-te ou tocas-te, foi a que pude estar protegida, quando me fazias festinhas, contigo não precisei fingir, e algo em mim despertou essa noite.Numa palavra: Senti-me única, é um privilégio&amp;nbsp;sentirmos-nos assim e se tivesses&amp;nbsp;alguém&amp;nbsp;eu deixava de ser única e tudo deixava de fazer sentido"&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/7450598555455309803-2375061352561902823?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/2375061352561902823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/2375061352561902823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/06/como-te-sentis-te.html' title='Como te sentis-te?'/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-5775192114296838434</id><published>2010-06-22T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T12:53:58.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pelas minhas contas...</title><content type='html'>Estar sozinha.Não é o mesmo que estar&amp;nbsp;disponível.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Digo eu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450598555455309803-5775192114296838434?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/5775192114296838434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/5775192114296838434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/06/pelas-minhas-contas.html' title='Pelas minhas contas...'/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-2402523323108955280</id><published>2010-06-22T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T12:50:49.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ficar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A pouco e pouco comecei a perceber que não há respostas para tudo. E as poucas que existem, ou são erradas ou são absurdas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Sempre as tentei responder, sempre tentei justificar as tuas atitudes, preencher as tuas&amp;nbsp;ausências&amp;nbsp;com outros sentimentos.Foi como se tentasse remendar as tuas palavras, fazer com que fiquem macias ao toque, sabes o que me custou tratar as tuas palavras? Justificar as tuas&amp;nbsp;ausências?Não podes imaginar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Enquanto isso tinhas-me ali, sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Sabias isso, tinhas a certeza legitima que eu não me deixava ir com&amp;nbsp;ninguém, que eu não levantava voo e ia passear com&amp;nbsp;ninguém&amp;nbsp;nas estrelas, porque sem ti não fazia sentido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Só que eu nunca soube que estavas presente, e foi ai que a cobardia começou a aparecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Cada vez que eu tentava seguir,&amp;nbsp;construías&amp;nbsp;um muro á minha volta de afectos, agarravas a minha mão para não me deixar voar, argumentavas com palavras, que faziam todo o sentido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;A pouco e pouco, comecei a não ter resposta para tudo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Porquê ficar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lKrFfp67NDQ&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&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/lKrFfp67NDQ&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450598555455309803-2402523323108955280?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/2402523323108955280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/2402523323108955280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/06/ficar.html' title='Ficar!'/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-288564950453711981</id><published>2010-06-22T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T08:23:02.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Existe uma felicidade condicionada</title><content type='html'>Existe uma felicidade condicionada.&lt;br /&gt;E uma confiança desmedida.(em nós e em quem amamos)&lt;br /&gt;Tenho falado com pessoas que me tem dito, que assim é.Que se habituaram a viver num&amp;nbsp;núcleo, com umas quantas pessoas, e quase nada as abala.&lt;br /&gt;No fundo não queria que fosse assim, mas no entanto, sei que temos que guardar e&amp;nbsp;rotular&amp;nbsp;as pessoas como se fosse em frasquinhos:&lt;br /&gt;Fransquinho das pessoas que importam&lt;br /&gt;Fransquinho das pessoas que importam muito&lt;br /&gt;Fransquinho das pessoas inteligentes&lt;br /&gt;Fransquinho das pessoas que temos de aturar&lt;br /&gt;Fransquinho das pessoas em que depositamos todos o nosso amor.&lt;br /&gt;A grande&amp;nbsp;ausência&amp;nbsp;é sentida no fransquinho das pessoas que não valem a pena, que criticam para o ar, que nem sequer tem moralismo para falar, ou outro, para aquelas pessoas cuja maldade é uma constante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que esse frasquinho, se partiu em mim há muito.&lt;br /&gt;E se por um lado é bom, não conservo em mim, grandes sentimentos de raiva, por outro lado essas pessoas pela parte que me toca nunca terão o que merecem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450598555455309803-288564950453711981?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/288564950453711981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Se não estiveram perto de mim no ultimo ano.Não conseguem imaginar o que senti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Se não me viram falar com palavras embrulhadas e os olhos cheios de&amp;nbsp;lágrimas&amp;nbsp;no ultimo ano, não fazem ideia do que pude sentir quando falava de ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Das&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;lágrimas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;que agora me caem, e que nem me esforço por controlar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Nunca pude imaginar que a pessoa que mais me fez falta viesse ao meu blog, e que se lembrasse como eu, das coisas que passamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;O que senti nestes&amp;nbsp;últimos&amp;nbsp;anos, não foi saudades, foi mais que isso.Senti uma profunda falta.Como se nos momentos importantes na minha vida houvesse sempre uma cadeira vazia, á tua espera, como se nesses mesmos momentos eu tenha sentido uma enorme revolta, e me tenha perguntado "o que nos aconteceu?".Se mesmo quando era suposto, eu ficar revoltada e andar para ai a dizer isto e aquilo, lutei tão pouco e acabei por aceitar o nosso afastamento.Porque, ao contrario do que possas pensar a culpada era eu.Eu sentia-me assim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Sentia ainda mais, que podia perder toda a gente mas a ti não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Sentia que se te acontecesse uma coisinha que fosse, de mal, eu morria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;E quem me conhece sabe, que não é&amp;nbsp;fácil&amp;nbsp;eu por aqui o meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Mas se já o fiz tantas vezes, porque não&amp;nbsp;fazê-lo por quem esteve ao meu lado tantas e tantas vezes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Durante este tempo, quis tanto saber os porquês, quis tanto que soubesses que gostava de ti, que não me importava de que o resto do mundo não estivesse lá, mas tu tinhas que estar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Depois&amp;nbsp;acostumei-me sabes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Continuei, sem me questionar, com muita magoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Sabes o que sempre me&amp;nbsp;magoou, acho que a culpa não foi nossa, só que não te perdi assim tão facilmente (fui eu que te perdi), e mais que isso, nós vivemos coisas que mais&amp;nbsp;ninguém&amp;nbsp;viveu, que por mais que tente aqui explicar, só tu as sabes reconhecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Este é o meu blog,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e por ser meu,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quero que saibas para sempre:Foste a pessoa que mais me fez falta.A que mais tinha de estar.Foste a minha melhor amiga.E quero, para sempre que estejas bem.Como sempre quis.Nunca deixei de pensar em ti, e de ter saudades, como nunca deixarei.Foi contigo que passei os momentos mais felizes da minha vida.Era contigo que tudo encaixava como peças de um puzzle.E isso, fora de coisas,&amp;nbsp;ninguém&amp;nbsp;consegue destruir, nem nunca vai conseguir destruir, venha quem vier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para ti,porque o pior que me podia acontecer era não te lembrares de nós,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Assinado: Né&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450598555455309803-3693744507277633541?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/3693744507277633541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/3693744507277633541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/06/para-ti.html' title='Para ti...'/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-3682996513050292583</id><published>2010-06-21T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T08:19:01.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chama-lhe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Distorces a realidade, teimas em virar a verdade do avesso.È por isso que eu ainda não parti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-color: initial; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: medium; border-left-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: medium; border-right-color: initial; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: medium; border-top-color: initial; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;Chama-lhe cobardia não me importo.Eu chamo-lhe porto seguro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TB-C3YYU15I/AAAAAAAABXs/YDZxgV9c5vo/s1600/dc3ef54992d34064bbaf22a23b621779.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="287" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TB-C3YYU15I/AAAAAAAABXs/YDZxgV9c5vo/s400/dc3ef54992d34064bbaf22a23b621779.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450598555455309803-3682996513050292583?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-6231744707363082220</id><published>2010-06-20T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T17:56:29.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>****** diz:</title><content type='html'>****** diz:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;olha&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;nc deixes e d escrever no blog&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;pk mesmo k nunca mais seja possivel estarmos juntos&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;quero continuar a ler-t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;È por isto!: D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450598555455309803-6231744707363082220?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/6231744707363082220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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que&amp;nbsp;faríamos&amp;nbsp;uma caminhada..Entendemos por caminhada uma voltinha, uma pequena volta no final do dia, a passo de velhinho.Quando demos por nós, já&amp;nbsp;íamos&amp;nbsp;com uns&amp;nbsp;quilómetros, e já anoitecia, andamos e andamos...lembras-te de&amp;nbsp;caíres?E eu dei-te a mão.Depois quando&amp;nbsp;passávamos&amp;nbsp;por o raio da linha do comboio fui eu que te dei a minha, demos as mãos como irmãs, e assim fomos o resto do caminho.Exaustas, mas vivas, sem mostrar nem uma&amp;nbsp;pinguinha&amp;nbsp;de fraqueza.&lt;br /&gt;Foi assim tantas vezes, daquela vez que fizemos que&amp;nbsp;estávamos&amp;nbsp;a dormir...para não falarmos á mulherzinha.E quando o A. partiu foi a tua mão que tive.Foi contigo que chorei tantas vezes, que me ri.&lt;br /&gt;E quando fomos aquele maldito acampamento, e alguem teve a brilhante ideia de sair á noite e andamos de tenda em tenda...&lt;br /&gt;E naquele dia que juras-te que estarias comigo para sempre lembras-te?&lt;br /&gt;Ou no outro e no outro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 23px;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Não digas nada, dá-me só a mão. Palavra de honra que não é preciso dizer nada,&amp;nbsp;a mão chega. Parece-te pouco mas basta-me.Da-me só a mão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450598555455309803-423095487400662586?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/423095487400662586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/423095487400662586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/06/sinto-tua-falta.html' title='Não digas nada'/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-7129280738932231231</id><published>2010-06-19T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T16:28:12.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fora de prazo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Então gostas de&amp;nbsp;alguém&amp;nbsp;lá na tua escolinha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Gosto!Do L.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Mas ele não gosta de mim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Não? Porque?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;No outro dia dei-lhe a mão enquanto os outros meninos estavam a jogar á bola, e ele deu-me um safanão!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Oh que otário!(não me contive)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Mas agora não podes desistir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Oh sabes?Acho que os rapazes estão estragados!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Yaaap nem dúvides.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Mas olha temos de pensar as duas o que fazer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ajudas-me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TB1R4R7a4eI/AAAAAAAABXk/kptBJzPpi4I/s1600/clouds,heart,love,nature,photography,road-e3af69e73743b231fbdc40ef0ff1fc97_h.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TB1R4R7a4eI/AAAAAAAABXk/kptBJzPpi4I/s320/clouds,heart,love,nature,photography,road-e3af69e73743b231fbdc40ef0ff1fc97_h.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Conta comigo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450598555455309803-7129280738932231231?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/7129280738932231231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/7129280738932231231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/06/fora-de-parzo.html' title='Fora de prazo'/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TB1R4R7a4eI/AAAAAAAABXk/kptBJzPpi4I/s72-c/clouds,heart,love,nature,photography,road-e3af69e73743b231fbdc40ef0ff1fc97_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-5360279456709265213</id><published>2010-06-19T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T15:06:38.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Antes sentia-me capaz de te dizer, "demora o tempo que quiseres"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Antes sentia-me capaz de te dizer, "demora o tempo que quiseres, passa tempo com as outras pessoas, vive a tua vida, esquece-te de mim, depois, quando te lembrares vem ter comigo que eu estou á tua espera, mesmo que demores muito, que te atrases que apanhes uma fila interminável (posso até imaginar que não vivemos no interior mas em Londres em hora de ponta, e que te acontecem mil coisas até chegar, que te arranjas para mim, vestes aquela t-shirt que eu adoro, com os tennis em&amp;nbsp;ruínas, tão&amp;nbsp;típico&amp;nbsp;teu, que esperas até acabar aquela musica que gostas, ou que chovia tanto que não conseguias vir sem te&amp;nbsp;molhares&amp;nbsp;(mesmo que o dia seja de um sol quentinho)".Agora, agora não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cMCYP_w8zmw&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&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/cMCYP_w8zmw&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450598555455309803-5360279456709265213?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/5360279456709265213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/5360279456709265213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/06/antes-sentia-me-capaz-de-te-dizer.html' title='Antes sentia-me capaz de te dizer, &quot;demora o tempo que quiseres&quot;'/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-7930968862194205318</id><published>2010-06-19T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T14:49:55.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Outra forma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quanto mais o tempo passa mais me apercebo que não deve haver muito espaço para&amp;nbsp;ressentimentos&amp;nbsp;da parte das pessoas, antes acostumava-me a desligar-me das pessoas que não valiam a pena.Agora apercebo-me que as cultivo. Que lhes faço um embrulhinho e as mando para perto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A regra é:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Guardar os bons momentos num lugar que se justifique.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E sorrir ao&amp;nbsp;recordarmos&amp;nbsp;todos esses momentos, que foram bons e que passaram de forma a pertencer a um espaço muito especial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O que as pessoas ainda não perceberam, é que guardar esses momentos (dentro de nós), nos faz crescer, e as vezes quando as pessoas pensam levar de mim algo mau, levam só um "tudo bem, continuemos?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E ainda mais esse facto, não&amp;nbsp;trás&amp;nbsp;o perdão, a desculpabilização, e nem sequer o esquecimento.Trás apenas, uma boa forma de estar bem, e outra forma de ser feliz, ainda que separadamente.&lt;/div&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TB07SbOzgWI/AAAAAAAABXM/3BxHYBLNTTQ/s1600/tumblr_kxmqmzID0M1qargqko1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TB07SbOzgWI/AAAAAAAABXM/3BxHYBLNTTQ/s400/tumblr_kxmqmzID0M1qargqko1_500.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/7450598555455309803-7930968862194205318?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/7930968862194205318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/7930968862194205318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/06/outra-forma.html' title='Outra forma'/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TB07SbOzgWI/AAAAAAAABXM/3BxHYBLNTTQ/s72-c/tumblr_kxmqmzID0M1qargqko1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-5195311739419028096</id><published>2010-06-19T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T14:37:23.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Agora já consigo fechar os olhos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Agora já consigo fechar os olhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;E correr de olhos fechados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Já não tenho medo da cabra cega, nem tem medo que me apanhes&amp;nbsp;desprevenida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Já consigo sentar-me no meio da estrada, (comprovado) e esperar que os carros venham para depois fugir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Já consigo fechar os olhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TB04ddEyE5I/AAAAAAAABXE/ND2GbWjqLhM/s1600/tumblr_l2p0p9dv1v1qabih5o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TB04ddEyE5I/AAAAAAAABXE/ND2GbWjqLhM/s400/tumblr_l2p0p9dv1v1qabih5o1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;E voltar, e rodar e rodar sem medo de cair.Sem medo que me pegues na mão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Já me consigo deixar guiar por ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Onde vamos agora?&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/7450598555455309803-5195311739419028096?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/5195311739419028096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/5195311739419028096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/06/agora-ja-consigo-fechar-os-olhos.html' title='Agora já consigo fechar os olhos.'/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TB04ddEyE5I/AAAAAAAABXE/ND2GbWjqLhM/s72-c/tumblr_l2p0p9dv1v1qabih5o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-3619585076710595685</id><published>2010-06-18T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T10:05:32.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Quero que a criança que fui, não se envergonhe do adulto que sou"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;José Saramago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450598555455309803-3619585076710595685?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/3619585076710595685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/3619585076710595685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/06/quero-que-crianca-que-fui-nao-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-4837190355859140470</id><published>2010-06-18T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T09:14:30.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudades</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TBua5nFm4EI/AAAAAAAABW8/qF3CvMbyMqM/s1600/100_4025.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TBua5nFm4EI/AAAAAAAABW8/qF3CvMbyMqM/s400/100_4025.jpg" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;È tão bom que nos digam "tenho saudades tuas", que sintam a nossa falta e desejem a nossa presença, ultimamente tenho tido esse privilégio tantas vezes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450598555455309803-4837190355859140470?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/4837190355859140470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/4837190355859140470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/06/saudades.html' title='Saudades'/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TBua5nFm4EI/AAAAAAAABW8/qF3CvMbyMqM/s72-c/100_4025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-1338816911192222888</id><published>2010-06-17T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T15:52:11.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TBqm-5ovbLI/AAAAAAAABW0/5VB80hJULGI/s1600/chilgtre.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TBqm-5ovbLI/AAAAAAAABW0/5VB80hJULGI/s320/chilgtre.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nunca deixes o que amas pelo que desejas porque o que desejas te deixará  pelo que ama...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450598555455309803-1338816911192222888?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/1338816911192222888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/1338816911192222888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/06/nunca-deixes-o-que-amas-pelo-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TBqm-5ovbLI/AAAAAAAABW0/5VB80hJULGI/s72-c/chilgtre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-7997095070256516179</id><published>2010-06-17T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T06:03:42.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>um dia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_YtzsUdSC_I&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&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/_YtzsUdSC_I&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;As&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt; opções &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;vão&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;fazer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;sentido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/7450598555455309803-7997095070256516179?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/7997095070256516179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/7997095070256516179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/06/um-dia.html' title='um dia...'/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-7251170404011220599</id><published>2010-06-17T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T04:09:36.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A nossa vez</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;A nossa vez chega sempre, tímida ou entusiasticamente, quando menos esperarmos, quando os outros menos quiserem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450598555455309803-7251170404011220599?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/7251170404011220599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/7251170404011220599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/06/nossa-vez.html' title='A nossa vez'/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-1554358581265215792</id><published>2010-06-16T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T16:27:41.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quanto mais...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Até quando magoarás pessoas que te amam?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Até quando essa tua infantilidade deixará de existir...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;O pior de tudo, é que já nem pena tenho de ti..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Quando deixarás de mentir, de querer tudo e de não conseguir estar sozinho...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;E quando as pessoas te matam dentro delas, será que nem um pedacinho dentro de ti se quebra...Tu és um nada que quer tudo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Um dia eu saberei as respostas, porque hoje tu não sabes que eu sei as perguntas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450598555455309803-1554358581265215792?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/1554358581265215792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/1554358581265215792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/06/quanto-mais.html' title='Quanto mais...'/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-7062581573887792717</id><published>2010-06-16T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T14:04:25.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Continuemos, separadamente</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Obrigado por teres dito, obrigado por terem dito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Passei anos a fazer festinhas na alma, a apaziguar o que não queria aceitar, muito menos o que queria ouvir.Talvez por isso nunca tenha feito a pergunta.Nunca tive coragem de perguntar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje disseram-me "o que não nos mata fortalece-nos", e hoje admiti a verdade.Sabem, já enfrento "o tourinho pelos corninhos", já consigo aceitar as coisas sem que o mundo me caia, já consigo erguer a cabeça, só a chorar uma lagriminha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu só queria ter a certeza que aquele momento nosso não tinha sido de mais ninguem, agora?Agora está tudo bem.Já estás outra vez na minha cabeça, sem estar desfigurado, ou maltratado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Continuemos, separadamente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VN0H3g0QVpw&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&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/VN0H3g0QVpw&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450598555455309803-7062581573887792717?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/7062581573887792717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/7062581573887792717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/06/continuemos-separadamente.html' title='Continuemos, separadamente'/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-638458598002237307</id><published>2010-06-16T05:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T05:20:07.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Com o coração</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;" - Adeus – disse a raposa. – Vou-te contar o tal segredo. &lt;b&gt;É muito  simples: só se vê bem com o coração. O essencial é invisível para os  olhos...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- O essencial é invisível para os olhos – repetiu o  principezinho, para nunca mais se esquecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Foi o tempo que tu  perdeste com a tua rosa que tornou a tua rosa tão importante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  Foi o tempo que perdi com a minha rosa... – repetiu o principezinho,  para nunca mais se esquecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Os homens já se esqueceram desta  verdade – disse a raposa. – Mas tu não te deves esquecer dela. &lt;b&gt;Ficas  responsável para todo o sempre por aquilo que está preso a ti.&lt;/b&gt; Tu és  responsável pela tua rosa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sou responsável pela minha rosa...  – repetiu o principezinho, para nunca mais se esquecer."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;"O Principezinho" de Antoine Saint-Exupéry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450598555455309803-638458598002237307?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/638458598002237307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/638458598002237307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/06/e-muito-simples-so-se-ve-bem-com-o.html' title='Com o coração'/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-3725138693900643495</id><published>2010-06-16T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T04:49:47.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Já viste no que nos tornamos?Agora cobras-me coisas sem sentido.&lt;br /&gt;Lugares que eu estou porque quero e posso, e que tu não queres que eu esteja e possa.&lt;br /&gt;E se eu beijar alguém, se eu estiver efectivamente com alguém.Antes, era só mais alguém.Agora fazes um filme com realização barata, e sem sentido.&lt;br /&gt;O que é feito de ti?O que é feito daquela pessoa que conheci e já não encontro em mim.Depois de tanto tempo deu-te para isto.&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou onde quero, já devias saber isso.A história como tu a queres contar agora, já teve um fim, já se perdeu.E a culpa nem sequer foi minha.Se tu quiseres podemos ficar a falar, eu de mim e tu de ti.&lt;strike&gt;Nunca mais vou falar de ti, nem tu de mim.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let it slide overhead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="height: 33px; text-align: center;"&gt;When I  believe in you my soul can rest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But our love is really love&lt;br /&gt;It  never fails but fail it does&lt;br /&gt;When you shine like the sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="height: 33px; text-align: center;"&gt;You see me only one, my only friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="height: 33px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R6Zemfh9dXA&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&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/R6Zemfh9dXA&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450598555455309803-3725138693900643495?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/3725138693900643495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/3725138693900643495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/06/ja-viste-no-que-nos-tornamosagora.html' title=''/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-2065172050974780112</id><published>2010-06-15T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T14:05:37.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabe bem</title><content type='html'>Posso esperar mais um bocadinho?&lt;br /&gt;Sem escolher um caminho, sem ter que dizer "é isto..."&lt;br /&gt;Não muito tempo, apenas uns dias, uns meses...&lt;br /&gt;(Sabe bem estar assim) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TBfq9BU8JcI/AAAAAAAABWM/lLas4dlDUKg/s1600/tumblr_kug550rFXh1qzwh6go1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TBfq9BU8JcI/AAAAAAAABWM/lLas4dlDUKg/s320/tumblr_kug550rFXh1qzwh6go1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450598555455309803-2065172050974780112?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/2065172050974780112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/2065172050974780112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/06/sabe-bem.html' title='Sabe bem'/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TBfq9BU8JcI/AAAAAAAABWM/lLas4dlDUKg/s72-c/tumblr_kug550rFXh1qzwh6go1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-1086025521557313591</id><published>2010-06-15T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T11:46:30.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never...(...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DP-d_d7Zi-o&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&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/DP-d_d7Zi-o&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;You're never gonna be alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;From this moment on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;If you ever feel like letting go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;I won't let you fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;When all I hope is gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;I know that you can carry on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;We're gonna take the world on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;I'll hold you till the hurt is gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm gonna be there all of the way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;I won't be missing one more day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm gonna be there all of the way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;I won't be missing one more day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450598555455309803-1086025521557313591?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/1086025521557313591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/1086025521557313591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/06/never.html' title='Never...(...)'/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-4733066947579801205</id><published>2010-06-14T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T09:03:51.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O meu lugar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cria-se uma facilidade á volta das coisas que raramente nos inspira.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;resolvemos as ditas coisas (entenda-se coisas como &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;merdinhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;que nos lixam), então resolvemos tudo para passar em frente, matamos um&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(243, 243, 243);"&gt;otário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;qualquer no nosso coração em nome de uma lei qualquer, e quando nos magoam ficamos em casa, perante paredes que não conseguimos transpor, ainda mais quando nos &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(243, 243, 243);"&gt;culpabilizamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Depois, há uma forma melhor de nos entender, vamos nós em busca do que queremos, fazendo de conta que amanha já não nos vamos sentir com medo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu tive muito medo, agora a única coisa que tenho é sede de uma vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se já viram o por do sol sem mais nada na mente então sabem do que falo, se já sentiram um arrepio de felicidade só por verem alguém estão completamente dentro do assunto, se já choraram por não encontrar um rumo também.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E então eis o que se faz: Juntam-se as possibilidades, analisam-se, caminha-se contra o vento (é mais divertido e faz o cabelo voar), corre-se nunca se para.Mandam-se lixar umas quantas pessoas, e diz-se "vão á vossa vida que eu vou á minha".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;é ai que eu tenho estado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Esta é a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;cor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;do laço&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strike style="color: cyan;"&gt;que nos une&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;capaz, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;irreverente,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;e única.. &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/7450598555455309803-4733066947579801205?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/4733066947579801205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/4733066947579801205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-meu-lugar.html' title='O meu lugar'/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-8201288378011075324</id><published>2010-06-14T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T08:33:32.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Esta tua casa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Soube que eu teria sempre um lugar ao pé de ti, quando ao chegar não me forças-te a ficar.Ofereceste-me o que tinhas e ficas-te contente com o que eu tinha para te dar, não muito nada estável!Soube que devia ficar desta nossa maneira, leve e apaixonada.Agora sei que voltarei sempre atrás no que te diz respeito.Abris-te portas e janelas, fizeste chã, recebeste-me bem, ofereceste-me o quarto de hospedes e eu não aceitei mas prometi voltar.Foi assim, como se estivesse a entrar numa casa só tua, e tu me deixasses ficar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-Acho&amp;nbsp; que os outros complicam de mais...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-&lt;strike&gt;Os outros são parvos,&lt;/strike&gt; nós é que percebemos disto!(Deste-me um beijinho na testa e sorris-te)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450598555455309803-8201288378011075324?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/8201288378011075324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/8201288378011075324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/06/esta-tua-casa.html' title='Esta tua casa'/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-2929380333593427326</id><published>2010-06-14T08:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T08:26:23.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>motivos que justificam..</title><content type='html'>Tenho, cada vez menos necessidade de mostrar que estou bem.de acordar a pensar em mostrar que estou bem e me recomendo, agora, sou só eu e o espaço que está abrangido pela luz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450598555455309803-2929380333593427326?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/2929380333593427326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/2929380333593427326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/06/motivos-que-justificam.html' title='motivos que justificam..'/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-682967777246221829</id><published>2010-06-12T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T14:38:03.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Promete que não me prometes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Nós prometemos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Prometemos que vamos a&amp;nbsp;sítios&amp;nbsp;que não vamos, dizemos coisas que não vamos cumprir.Não mentimos facilmente, nem prometemos em vão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Mesmo que as promessas não cumpridas, saibam a descontrolo e a mentira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"Vou amar-te para sempre"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"Nunca mais te vou deixar"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"Vamos ter uma casa com jardim e os filhos que quiseres"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"Vou fazer de ti o homem/mulher mais feliz do mundo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"Nunca te vou&amp;nbsp;magoar"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;O nunca toma um sentido que nunca teve, grande e decisivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Prometemos porque as promessas fazem sentido no momento, fazem sentido porque temos a coragem de lhes prometer, e porque é isso que&amp;nbsp;desejávamos&amp;nbsp;aconteça o que acontecer, nem que seja para confortar&amp;nbsp;alguém.E prometemos sem nós sentirmos necessáriamente obrigados a cumprir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Eu já prometi, e não cumpri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Já ouvi promessas que não foram cumpridas, mesmo que tenham aquele nome vulgar "juras de amor".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Depois cobramos as promessas depois do tempo, quando já não podemos cobrar, quando já nem conseguimos provar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Só por isso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px; line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I promise not to promise&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/7450598555455309803-682967777246221829?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/682967777246221829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/682967777246221829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/06/promete-que-nao-me-prometes.html' title='Promete que não me prometes'/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-2864578176002028021</id><published>2010-06-12T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T13:24:27.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TBPsxfPUjaI/AAAAAAAABV8/9upeTHKBPdY/s1600/tumblr_l2s3ot7Prd1qzxhoso1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TBPsxfPUjaI/AAAAAAAABV8/9upeTHKBPdY/s400/tumblr_l2s3ot7Prd1qzxhoso1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Cuidado com aquilo que desejas...&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/7450598555455309803-2864578176002028021?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/2864578176002028021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/2864578176002028021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/06/cuidado-com-aquilo-que-desejas.html' title=''/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TBPsxfPUjaI/AAAAAAAABV8/9upeTHKBPdY/s72-c/tumblr_l2s3ot7Prd1qzxhoso1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-2923359153065821402</id><published>2010-06-11T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T16:19:33.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Agora, já não preciso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TBLCvdnTnDI/AAAAAAAABVs/sORkAOzZGME/s1600/tumblr_l3pp1pZgXp1qcowjbo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="286" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TBLCvdnTnDI/AAAAAAAABVs/sORkAOzZGME/s400/tumblr_l3pp1pZgXp1qcowjbo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Agora já posso ficar.Já não preciso de fingir que sou muito forte, nem sequer preciso de mostrar que me estou a defender, como fiz nos&amp;nbsp;últimos&amp;nbsp;tempos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Posso dizer nomes que acabem em ...inho, fofinhos como antes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Já não preciso de acreditar que nunca mais me vou&amp;nbsp;magoar, porque vou e muito.Nem de me armar em sábia e pensar no que sofri.O que está perdido, perdido está.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/7450598555455309803-2923359153065821402?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/2923359153065821402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/2923359153065821402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/06/agora-ja-nao-preciso.html' title='Agora, já não preciso'/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TBLCvdnTnDI/AAAAAAAABVs/sORkAOzZGME/s72-c/tumblr_l3pp1pZgXp1qcowjbo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-3356076121172938155</id><published>2010-06-09T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T16:15:23.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in love and...</title><content type='html'>Eu ainda não olho em frente.Não olho porque tenho as pernas pesadas para andar, e por vezes sinto-me uma formiguinha a ir da&amp;nbsp;África&amp;nbsp;ao&amp;nbsp;Japão.&lt;br /&gt;Não olho porque me prendo.Porque ainda não tenho as ditas talas, e ainda pessoas me tocam no ombro e dizem&lt;i&gt; "pissiiiiiiiiit"&lt;/i&gt;, e me fazem olhar para trás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TBAfvUelEqI/AAAAAAAABU8/6Zer1rgQFh8/s1600/in_love_and_lonely.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TBAfvUelEqI/AAAAAAAABU8/6Zer1rgQFh8/s320/in_love_and_lonely.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Estou a encher como um balão (e não é por causa do chocolate), por causa de conseguir todos os dias um bocadinho mais desse futuro, enquanto escrevia, já passaram mais cinco minutos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450598555455309803-3356076121172938155?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/3356076121172938155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/3356076121172938155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/06/in-love-and.html' title='in love and...'/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TBAfvUelEqI/AAAAAAAABU8/6Zer1rgQFh8/s72-c/in_love_and_lonely.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-2344414945297945316</id><published>2010-06-09T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T15:35:30.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tudo o que é meu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;È a primeira vez que falo nisto aqui.Espero não ser a ultima, para dizer a verdade sempre&amp;nbsp;fugi&amp;nbsp;ao tema porque não sou o tipo de pessoa que me sinta frustrada com isto.Nem tão pouco tentei alguma vez fugir a isto.Eu tenho orgulho sabem?Posso não ter orgulho de mim, mas tenho orgulho de quem me criou. de quem me sarou as feridas, e me ensinou a seu quem sou.Tenho orgulho de ter sido criada com a minha avó, e podia estar aqui anos a falar da minha avó, que trabalha desde os 16 anos e cuidou dos irmãos quanto tinha 12.Quando eu tinha 12 anos, nem sabia sequer o que era pegar ao colo um bebe, nem sequer sabia cuidar de mim.Eu tenho orgulho que ela me tenha batido na boca, cada vez que disse uma asneira, agora quando estou mesmo chateada so digo merdinha. A minha avó não sabia combinar as cores, viu na televisão que na altura o branco ficava bem com tudo, vestia-me vestidinhos com camisas e golas para fora, e ainda me colocava no cabelo um gancho com um laço para combinar com o vestido,ela tinha um vestido quando era nova, um para os Domingos e andava descalça, quando o rasgou a mãe deu-lhe uma tareia tão grande!A minha avó era bonita (ainda é), não tinha uma beleza pintada, tinha do que me lembro um cabelo muito comprido, que me deixava pentear todas as noites, mesmo que não lhe apetecesse, ás vezes eu acordava de noite quando ainda tinha uns 4 ou 5 anos a pedir canja, e ela dava-me duas colheradas e o resto deitava fora, a minha avó contava-me historias que nunca ninguem lhe contou, mas que ela aprendeu para me contar.Podia de facto estar a falar da minha avó durante anos.A minha infancia não teve pais a discutir, a minha infancia foi aquela que eu desejo para os meus filhos, eu fui criança e fui amada, fui a pessoa mais amada do mundo.Cresci sem pai, cresci sem pai porque não deu, porque eu entendi desde cedo que ia ser assim, que ia ser uma criança sem pai.E fui feliz de mais para me preocupar com mais esse drama, para dizer a verdade eu nunca tive um problema, o meu unico problema foi esse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Então como me amavam tanto, construiram um nucleo, a minha mãe, a minha querida mãe, minha amiga e o meu grande amor fez-me o que sou, disse-me que não era suposto eu ter papas de farinha na lingua, disse ainda que essas papas não eram para me fiazer na cabeça e ainda que eu devia ter um dia um grande amor.Ensinou-me a ver que se eu gostava da saia ás pintinhas rosa com uma camisola amarela e de estar como estou só a mim me diz respeito, a mim unicamente fez-me estar para aqui com este discurso todo, e ter orgulho disso.Falei aqui das duas pessoas que constituem a minha base, mas muitas mais há que referir, a pessoa que ocupou o lugar do meu pai, e as duas&amp;nbsp;famílias&amp;nbsp;que eu ganhei.Muitas vezes senti-me filha de tanta gente e com tanto amor no coração que me senti rodeada de um amor incondicional que até me sinto não era digna.Nunca pedi nada á minha mãe, ela leu sempre os meus pensamentos nos Natais sucessivos, e ainda no dia dos namorados em que não tinha namorado, e nos aniversários que me acordava a chorar.Foi assim que vivi toda a minha vida, com a minha&amp;nbsp;família&amp;nbsp;como ombro, primos, irmã (amor de toda a minha vida e a pessoa que mais &amp;nbsp;amo),avós,os meus queridos padrinhos e os meus amigos.Sou uma pessoa que se entrega de alma e coração, que chora com saudades, e diz ás pessoas que as amo.Não tive sem dúvida uma&amp;nbsp;família&amp;nbsp;convencional e tantas vezes infeliz, vejo o meu pai com o amor&amp;nbsp;possível&amp;nbsp;e faço questão que ele o saiba.Por algum motivo raramente me chamam de Filipa, chamam-me de filha, de neta, de afilhada, de nomes&amp;nbsp;castiço&amp;nbsp;ou&amp;nbsp;diminutivos.Cresci com a crença que conseguia enfrentar tudo, porque assim era suposto.Senti-me toda a minha vida amada, com uma personalidade vincada, e o sorriso e delicadeza meiguinhos.Nunca me ensinaram a percorrer grandes estradas, a afastar-me muito do sitio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O texto não é sobre mim, é sobre a minha história e a forma como tenho orgulho das pessoas que me rodeiam, obrigado por isso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Porque me fizeram&amp;nbsp;alguém&amp;nbsp;com crenças, porque as pessoas que me rodeiam sempre acreditaram em coisas que me&amp;nbsp;enaltecer, sempre me protegeram do mal, sempre se sacrificaram por mim e possibilitaram que eu seja assim, que eu nem sequer me lembrasse do que não tenho, de me defenderem com unhas e dentes, de ter sido a menina querida num seio cheio de amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tenho pena que pessoas não tenham o que eu tive, o mimo o colo, o colinho.E acima de tudo não o saibam avaliar, cuspam frustradas o que não sabem, o que nem sequer lhes diz respeito.Tenham inveja dos outros e dos ganhos.A todos boa sorte, a minha vida são o&amp;nbsp;núcleo, as pessoas que me fizeram ser quem sou hoje,&amp;nbsp;levantar&amp;nbsp;a cabeça e gostar do sol, de cores alegres, de rir, de ir á Igreja com a minha avó, de acreditar que amanhã por mais que aconteça terei muitos ombros, e isso, é divino, não é&amp;nbsp;destrutível&amp;nbsp;ou abalável.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450598555455309803-2344414945297945316?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/2344414945297945316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/2344414945297945316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/06/tudo-o-que-e-meu.html' title='Tudo o que é meu...'/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-5055130334326399825</id><published>2010-06-08T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T16:04:39.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando alguém entra na tua vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Quando alguém entra na tua vida, metade de ti diz que que não estás preparada. Mas a outra metade diz "vou tentar estar contigo para sempre":&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;faz com que eu seja tua para sempre&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;É esta a inevitabilidade do amor, o acreditar que é eterno enquanto durar, compreender, que se não&amp;nbsp;resultou&amp;nbsp;devemos abrir portas e janelas e libertar uma pessoa para caminhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TA6Mt39OZyI/AAAAAAAABU0/CtXdq9bGc4Q/s1600/LOVE_by_xtinykissxx.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TA6Mt39OZyI/AAAAAAAABU0/CtXdq9bGc4Q/s320/LOVE_by_xtinykissxx.jpg" width="204" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450598555455309803-5055130334326399825?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/5055130334326399825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/5055130334326399825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/06/quando-alguem-entra-na-tua-vida.html' title='Quando alguém entra na tua vida'/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TA6Mt39OZyI/AAAAAAAABU0/CtXdq9bGc4Q/s72-c/LOVE_by_xtinykissxx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-1618101391674848693</id><published>2010-06-07T15:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T15:58:54.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dá-me um abraço, dá-me apenas um abraço</title><content type='html'>Cala-te!&lt;br /&gt;A serio cala-te!&lt;br /&gt;Para de falar, pára de dizer que isto e aquilo de te trocares e voltares a repetir.&lt;br /&gt;Shiuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TA15oEV0FVI/AAAAAAAABUs/QP0HRbed9XI/s1600/tumblr_kziv2i7RI51qaowsto1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TA15oEV0FVI/AAAAAAAABUs/QP0HRbed9XI/s320/tumblr_kziv2i7RI51qaowsto1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dá-me um abraço, dá-me apenas um abraço&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450598555455309803-1618101391674848693?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/1618101391674848693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/1618101391674848693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/06/da-me-um-abraco-da-me-apenas-um-abraco.html' title='Dá-me um abraço, dá-me apenas um abraço'/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TA15oEV0FVI/AAAAAAAABUs/QP0HRbed9XI/s72-c/tumblr_kziv2i7RI51qaowsto1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-3452138825404276939</id><published>2010-06-07T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T15:53:02.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O tempo não cura grandes amores</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O tempo não cura grandes amores, se curar cura apenas paixões. Não é com o passar dos dias, com o suceder das horas que deixamos de ser o que somos para nos tornarmos pessoas diferentes, mesmo que mudemos o corte de cabelo ou optemos por outro tipo de palavreado, o tempo molda não cura, não cicatriza o que doeu de mais.Mais que isso o tempo solidifica, e faz transparecer o que não queremos, vemos clarificar o que não&amp;nbsp;víamos&amp;nbsp;antes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TA13jJ9woJI/AAAAAAAABUk/o_MyEPyzH9A/s1600/Off_with_her_head_by_ideea.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TA13jJ9woJI/AAAAAAAABUk/o_MyEPyzH9A/s400/Off_with_her_head_by_ideea.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ainda assim, mesmo que na minha opinião o tempo não cure como se nada fosse, ajuda, faz-nos chorar com tempo e rir com mais tempo ainda, guardando muitas vezes para nós, só o que é bom, só o que nos fez sorrir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O tempo agracia-nos,&amp;nbsp;fantasiamos&amp;nbsp;do que queremos, vai buscar-nos e molda-nos, faz-nos acreditar no amanha, dá-nos um novo alento para criar novas fantasias e sofrer de novo, ir directamente para os cuidados&amp;nbsp;intensivos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O tempo dá-nos ainda outra grande&amp;nbsp;possibilidade, a de fazer as pazes com a vida, a de acreditar num novo amor, e a de guardar ressentimentos numa parte de nós que ao cicatrizar se tornem um perdão, e acima de tudo leva pedaços de sentimentos que nos fizeram mal,&amp;nbsp;trás-nos a saudade e a verdade de mãos dadas,&amp;nbsp;indissociáveis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Façam o curativo, deixem cicatrizar, e depois continuem a acreditar...temos tempo!...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/7450598555455309803-3452138825404276939?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/3452138825404276939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/3452138825404276939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-tempo-nao-cura-grandes-amores.html' title='O tempo não cura grandes amores'/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TA13jJ9woJI/AAAAAAAABUk/o_MyEPyzH9A/s72-c/Off_with_her_head_by_ideea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-6696271400834720919</id><published>2010-06-07T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T12:49:34.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Espero</title><content type='html'>Espero do fundo do coração que quem de mim não gosta, e algum dia me fez mal, viva, viva bem, viva o suficiente para me ver ser maior, para me ver ser feliz, e para pagar todas as continhas que devem, porque tudo o que merecemos vem, mais tarde ou mais cedo ter connosco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já há algum tempo que estava para dizer isto&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450598555455309803-6696271400834720919?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/6696271400834720919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/6696271400834720919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/06/espero.html' title='Espero'/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' 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sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;✿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;✿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;✿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;✿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;e dançar descalça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero como disse no outro dia sentar-me quieta, a olhar.&lt;br /&gt;Quero as&amp;nbsp;risada, e os&amp;nbsp;caracóis&amp;nbsp;(lambidos) com uma cervejinha fresquinha.&lt;br /&gt;Só isso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XJulhGUh8vU&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&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/XJulhGUh8vU&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450598555455309803-898194025839671787?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/898194025839671787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/898194025839671787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/06/ja-nao-te-quero.html' title='Já não te quero'/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-4985447417787751636</id><published>2010-06-06T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T14:21:05.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trampolim</title><content type='html'>Vem,&lt;br /&gt;Solta os teus pés de chumbo e coordena-te comigo&lt;br /&gt;Da-me a mão e salta!&lt;br /&gt;Vem comigo saltar num trampolim,&lt;br /&gt;sem medos , dá-me a mão e salta até te cansares&lt;br /&gt;Salta, não sejas fraco, salta até as pernas tremerem até o batimento cardíaco for tão rápido que quase o coração salte.&lt;br /&gt;Mas antes do coração saltar, salta tu,Salta comigo, descalço sem largar a minha mão.E depois no fim, fica só a recuperar, fica sentado sobre o trampolim, cansado, exausto.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo para veres como eu fico, para saberes como me sinto ao correr atrás de nós&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H_29glLkac4&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&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/H_29glLkac4&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450598555455309803-4985447417787751636?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/4985447417787751636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/4985447417787751636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/06/trampolim.html' title='Trampolim'/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-1571538417898742581</id><published>2010-06-05T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T13:42:21.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sempre aqui</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu fico triste, quando as pessoas a minha volta realizam um filme, sobre algo que se está a passar.Se lamentam, se desfazem, dizem mal da sua vida, me perguntam "o que faço?", e depois tudo se transforma, tudo de um momento para o outro fica bem, não estou a ser egoista.Só não sou assim, só não me desfaço tão a miude.E ainda mais quando isso se repete tantas e tantas vezes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O facto de ficar meia baralhada, não quer dizer que eu não fique contente por tudo estar bem, que tudo se concerte devidamente e com uma nova luz!Tudo isto para dizer, que estarei sempre presente, excepções feitas a anónimos que me ligam ás 5 da manhã.Mas todas as pessoas a quem dou o ombro, a quem faço festinhas e dou miminhos tem um lugar de volta no meu coração, não sou ninguém para perdoar, mas sou alguem 'para dizer que as pessos podem voltar, podem voltar a errar, é assim que se aprende, (dizem), e não precisam sequer de pedir desculpa, só desejar que eu tenha a mesma força para os ajudar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450598555455309803-1571538417898742581?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/1571538417898742581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/1571538417898742581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/06/sempre-aqui.html' title='Sempre aqui'/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-3482278877832860057</id><published>2010-06-04T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T15:27:01.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As cartas de amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Hoje&lt;/b&gt; leram-me ao telefone uma carta de amor,(para mim foi) uma carta de amor que diz coisas banais, e reais mas muito mais linda, muito mais fofinha!&lt;br /&gt;Quem me dera poder aqui transcrever a forma como quem a escreveu, a pensou ao&amp;nbsp;minino&amp;nbsp;pormenor.&lt;br /&gt;Minha pequenina, cá andamos nós atrás de&amp;nbsp;demonstrações&amp;nbsp;tão&amp;nbsp;insensatas&amp;nbsp;de um tal carinho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;i&gt;Todas as cartas de amor sãoRidículas.Não seriam cartas de amor se não fossemRidículas.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Também escrevi em meu tempo cartas de amor,Como as outras,Ridículas.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;As cartas de amor, se há amor,Têm de serRidículas.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mas, afinal,Só as criaturas que nunca escreveramCartas de amorÉ que sãoRidículas.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quem me dera no tempo em que escreviaSem dar por issoCartas de amorRidículas.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;A verdade é que hojeAs minhas memóriasDessas cartas de amorÉ que sãoRidículas.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Todas as palavras esdrúxulas,Como os sentimentos esdrúxulos,São naturalmenteRidículas.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;Álvaro de Campos, 21-10-1935&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450598555455309803-3482278877832860057?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/3482278877832860057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/3482278877832860057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/06/as-cartas-de-amor.html' title='As cartas de amor'/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-8172368888235118335</id><published>2010-06-04T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T15:21:31.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O que mais alimentar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Um velho&amp;nbsp;índio&amp;nbsp;estava a falar com o seu neto e contava-lhe:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"Sinto-me como se tivesse dois lobos lutando no meu coração. Um é um lobo irritado, violento e vingativo.O outro está cheio de amor e compaixão"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;O neto perguntou:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"Avô, diga-me, qual dos dois ganhará a luta no seu coração?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;O avô respondeu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"Aquele que eu alimente"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;A mais pura verdade, num saco da "Natura"&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/7450598555455309803-8172368888235118335?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/8172368888235118335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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de mim, a viver genuinamente junto das pessoas que achavam a Fi, alguém para todas as horas.Confesso que gostei de tudo isso.De que ao me conhecerem verdadeiramente me achassem uma porreira.Não me importei, então eu deixei-me ficar á espera que tal crença ,me salvasse, esperei, como um velhinho num jardim da mesma forma que passa uma tarde, esperei dias, de forma quieta, não revoltada uma resposta.Essa resposta nunca chegou até hoje.Estava a escrever, com um post-it á minha frente que dizia: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;"Não esquecer:ser feliz"&lt;/span&gt;, só agora me apercebo que devia ter reproduzido os post-its. colar no&amp;nbsp;frigorífico, no tecto, em todas as parede,s na escova de dentes, e até na testa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje percebi isso, quero mais.Mais do que estar quieta á espera, quero correr, quero respirar aquele ar quente como hoje no jardim da Covilhã á 1 da manhã, quero estar nos lugares, e não quero comprometer a minha bondade com&amp;nbsp;ninguém.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Segundo o jogo, com um copo na mão dizemos uma verdade, e quem já tiver feito tem de beber.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Por isso, hoje se fizesse o jogo do nunca nunca contigo, seria assim:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Eu nunca, nunca fiz amor contigo" (bebo)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Irei ver o por do sol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Porque aqui é o meu blog, aqui me despeço de ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U76QmKG-stU&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param 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/&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/7450598555455309803-3221030111514387967?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/3221030111514387967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/3221030111514387967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TAfaN8u2W8I/AAAAAAAABUM/DopC-yGCZig/s72-c/tumblr_l3cd97tI9d1qzjggvo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-5654245405842431110</id><published>2010-06-03T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T08:48:17.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Não imagino</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TAfOTa674rI/AAAAAAAABUE/An02A66iVMw/s1600/1702_jealous-girl1252456312.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TAfOTa674rI/AAAAAAAABUE/An02A66iVMw/s320/1702_jealous-girl1252456312.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Não imagino o que será ser "trocada".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Substituída&amp;nbsp;por&amp;nbsp;alguém.E ainda por cima saber que essa pessoa está com quem amamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450598555455309803-5654245405842431110?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/5654245405842431110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/5654245405842431110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/06/nao-imagino.html' title='Não imagino'/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TAfOTa674rI/AAAAAAAABUE/An02A66iVMw/s72-c/1702_jealous-girl1252456312.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-1177443018688554905</id><published>2010-06-03T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T08:12:41.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5MyMOi4LEr4&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&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/5MyMOi4LEr4&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I find it hard to tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I find it hard to take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;When people run in circles its a very very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mad world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mad world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Enlarging your world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mad world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450598555455309803-1177443018688554905?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/1177443018688554905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/1177443018688554905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-find-it-hard-to-tell-you-i-find-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-7794370530123637768</id><published>2010-06-03T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T05:28:50.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gosto...de ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Houve uma vez que eu quis muito dizer a&amp;nbsp;alguém&amp;nbsp;que&amp;nbsp;também&amp;nbsp;gostava dele.Foi &amp;nbsp;vez que quis mais, e quando quis tanto, já não era possivel.Já não estava junto a mim para dizer, para dizer com todo o meu carinho, &lt;i&gt;gosto-de-ti.&lt;/i&gt;Desde então que tenho de o dizer, não muitas vezes para não ter um sabor falso.Mas vezes suficientes para que as pessoas o saibam, para que aconteça o que acontecer as pessoas saibam, que apesar do meu feitio a escapar para a bipolaridade, eu sei de quem gosto, como gosto, e de que forma gosto (muito).&lt;/div&gt;Gosto de ti&lt;br /&gt;Já o sabias não já?&lt;br /&gt;No fundo sempre o&amp;nbsp;soubeste, e agora sabes de verdade.&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu nunca quis esconder, nunca quis esconder&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo, tanto medo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gosto de ti, até ao&amp;nbsp;céu, ir e voltar a passos de caracol mil vezes lembras-te?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450598555455309803-7794370530123637768?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/7794370530123637768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/7794370530123637768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/06/gostode-ti.html' title='Gosto...de ti'/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-8778804299157889516</id><published>2010-06-03T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T05:05:38.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aquele abraço que se dá só para sentir o outro pertinho</title><content type='html'>Preciso de um abraço&lt;br /&gt;De um abraço não muito complicado ou apertado&lt;br /&gt;Aquele abraço que se dá só para sentir o outro pertinho, perto, tão perto...&lt;br /&gt;Um abraço que não envolva um sentimento forte, só um sentimento assim assim&lt;br /&gt;E que depois fiquemos os dois bem, sem&amp;nbsp;vontade&amp;nbsp;de dar outro abraço, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;e outro,e outro e outro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450598555455309803-8778804299157889516?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/8778804299157889516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/8778804299157889516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/06/aquele-abraco-que-se-da-so-para-sentir.html' title='Aquele abraço que se dá só para sentir o outro pertinho'/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-1449666460889463042</id><published>2010-06-02T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T15:54:31.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh Deus ta livre!&lt;div&gt;o MEU CapsloCK TA com Uma NeuROSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450598555455309803-1449666460889463042?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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justify;"&gt;Se eu não tivesse acordado ás oito e piquinhos da manhã, e tivesse ido para uma entrevista numa escola secundária, com&amp;nbsp;miúdos&amp;nbsp;e mais&amp;nbsp;miúdos, eu contava, aqui uma história, assim só posso dizer:&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 class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;o ursinho tá longe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toto!Já me tinha esquecido disso!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TAbjgNNx6XI/AAAAAAAABT4/65BKuCnO3UQ/s1600/tumblr_l0s0mz0ggz1qzj9qpo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TAbjgNNx6XI/AAAAAAAABT4/65BKuCnO3UQ/s400/tumblr_l0s0mz0ggz1qzj9qpo1_500.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450598555455309803-5291260418957853297?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/5291260418957853297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/5291260418957853297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-ursinho-ta-longe.html' title='o ursinho tá longe'/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TAbjgNNx6XI/AAAAAAAABT4/65BKuCnO3UQ/s72-c/tumblr_l0s0mz0ggz1qzj9qpo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-4634861223228950271</id><published>2010-06-02T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T11:04:28.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suspeita parte I</title><content type='html'>Há um rapaz da faculdade, que me adicionou no facebook, e teve&amp;nbsp;acesso&amp;nbsp;aqui do blog e acho que olha para mim e pensa: Olha é esta!A gaja!A tal!A fulana!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450598555455309803-4634861223228950271?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/4634861223228950271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/4634861223228950271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/06/suspeita-parte-i.html' title='Suspeita parte I'/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-2192716832390724648</id><published>2010-06-01T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T16:57:12.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando tu vens</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quando tu estás, o meu mundo muda.Não pára.Toma sentido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quando posso ver-te,&amp;nbsp;não&amp;nbsp;consigo pensar, agir ou ser, só viver.&amp;nbsp;Única&amp;nbsp;e&amp;nbsp;fugazmente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quando te toco, (quando te toco) deixo de existir, como sou.Para ser o que és.Emoção e magia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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;Quando tu não estás, sinto exactamente o mesmo.O que me faz perceber, que me encontro sempre só em ti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450598555455309803-2192716832390724648?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/2192716832390724648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/2192716832390724648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/06/quando-tu-vens.html' title='Quando tu vens'/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-8673778077686758491</id><published>2010-05-31T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T17:38:55.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Noção de ecónomia familiar</title><content type='html'>Conversa no Continente:&lt;br /&gt;Filhota: Mãe, posso levar estes yogurtes?&lt;br /&gt;A mãe: Sim!Mas não é para comeres!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia, quando tiver filhos, vou pedir uma lição a esta senhora!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450598555455309803-8673778077686758491?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/8673778077686758491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/8673778077686758491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/05/nocao-de-economia-familiar.html' title='Noção de ecónomia familiar'/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-2074635035875340502</id><published>2010-05-31T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T14:05:40.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desejo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje, quando pedi um sonho com a pestana, não pedi o mesmo desejo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O desejo que &amp;nbsp;pedi a estrelas&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;✪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;✪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;✪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;entidades sagradas e outras.Não foi o mesmo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;sei que neste momento as entidades reguladoras dos sonhos devem estar todas trocadas, devem pensar que a minha identidade está trocada.Mas não, foi o meu sonho.Descaradamente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;e não foi ser feliz..isso, como tenho percebido esperamos sentados os de pé (cada um com sua vontade), e um dia sentimos aquela picadinha de alegria no coração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O melhor, foi que acertei, no lugar da pestana, e nunca as fadas me deixaram ficar mal (ou as que deixaram estão exiladas)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450598555455309803-2074635035875340502?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/2074635035875340502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/2074635035875340502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/05/desejo.html' title='Desejo'/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-2237314176781104712</id><published>2010-05-31T12:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T02:48:56.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Questões logisticas</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Antes tinha tempo, não tinha o que dizer, agora sei o que dizer e não tenho tempo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Antes que me passe este momento, só queria dizer que tenho umas amigas, que são umas mulheres, que admiro e que distanciam de qualquer amizade até então.São umas mulheres coragem ainda por cima.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Obrigado mes&amp;nbsp; filhos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: yellow; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;mai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt; bons!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Obrigado Mariana, Margarida e á minha companheira de toda a maluqueira Flávia a baca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;e a todas as outras que apesar da distancia tenho no coração, e no pensamento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450598555455309803-2237314176781104712?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/2237314176781104712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/2237314176781104712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/05/questoes-logisticas.html' title='Questões logisticas'/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-2226985352606791048</id><published>2010-05-30T02:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T03:34:42.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Só...</title><content type='html'>Volto aqui, quando tiver algo a dizer.&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZA3vZwxnKnE"&gt;angel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can fly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450598555455309803-2226985352606791048?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/2226985352606791048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/2226985352606791048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/05/so.html' title='Só...'/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-515572415994415650</id><published>2010-05-27T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T15:20:48.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Find me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;So many nights trying to hide it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;But now I stay awake just pleading for more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;To think this heart was divided&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I'm losing sleep cause I can't ignore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Feeling your touch all around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Peacefully hearing the sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Of silence around us, so glad we found us this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Find me, here in your arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Now I'm wondering where you've always been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Blindly, I came to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Knowing you'd breathe new life from within&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Can't get enough of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I want to be where you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;In times of need I just want you to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I leave a note on your car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;When I can't find the right words to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Hearing your voice all around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;The last place we're going is down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I'll blindly follow knowing you're leading the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;With you in time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;There's nothing else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;My life stands still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;You are the will that makes me strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Make me strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;If ever alone in this world I know I'll always...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Find me, here in your arms&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Now I'm wondering where you've always been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Blindly, I came to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Knowing you'd breathe new life from within&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;You sleep, here in my arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Where the world just shuts down for awhile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Blindly, you came to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Finding peace and belief in this smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Find some peace and belief in this smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Can't get enough of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CBJ2TRkj_ms"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Boyce avenue&lt;/span&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/7450598555455309803-515572415994415650?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/515572415994415650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/515572415994415650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/05/alguem.html' title='Find me'/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-4614145845462859468</id><published>2010-05-27T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T14:55:19.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nem tenciono que me protejas do medo que senti</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/S_7qFW2KtjI/AAAAAAAABTQ/NIkjHBdaW7s/s1600/4d459c54de96ef0b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/S_7qFW2KtjI/AAAAAAAABTQ/NIkjHBdaW7s/s200/4d459c54de96ef0b.jpg" width="128" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/S_7qMbTCNTI/AAAAAAAABTY/GXnx5CCr3zo/s1600/4d459c54de96ef0b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/S_7qMbTCNTI/AAAAAAAABTY/GXnx5CCr3zo/s200/4d459c54de96ef0b.jpg" width="128" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/S_7qFW2KtjI/AAAAAAAABTQ/NIkjHBdaW7s/s1600/4d459c54de96ef0b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/S_7qFW2KtjI/AAAAAAAABTQ/NIkjHBdaW7s/s200/4d459c54de96ef0b.jpg" width="128" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Na verdade,&lt;strike&gt; eu nunca fugi de nada&lt;/strike&gt;,Nunca fugi quando era suposto, nunca me pus a andar, nunca me pus a milhas, dei o baza ou de frosques.Eu fiquei sempre, ali á espera da estalada final.Daquela restiazinha, que não gostamos de sentir, eu nunca me acobardei.E quem me conhece sabe bem, nunca me esquivei de pedir desculpa, mesmo que me apetecesse cavar um buraco com profundidade de um submarino, nunca me pisguei, nuca deixei ninguem na expectativa, e nem sequer tive medo, medinho sequer dos papões, monstros, ou dinossauros que me apareciam no quarto em pequenina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Por isso, é agora, &lt;strike&gt;sim fugi de ti.&lt;/strike&gt;Não me importo sequer que o penses.É oficial, corri até me cansar com medo, e não tenciono voltar atrás, nem tenciono que me protejas do medo que senti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450598555455309803-4614145845462859468?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/4614145845462859468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/4614145845462859468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/05/nem-tenciono-que-me-protejas-do-medo.html' title='Nem tenciono que me protejas do medo que senti'/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/S_7qFW2KtjI/AAAAAAAABTQ/NIkjHBdaW7s/s72-c/4d459c54de96ef0b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-4218789608897414733</id><published>2010-05-27T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T14:44:03.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pedra dos amores</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje, passei por um sitio que não conhecia, juntinho á Covilhã, chamado &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Pedra dos amores".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Será que houve ali tanto amor que até as pedras tem amor?Ou que alguem namorava numas pedras?Valeu pela paisagem, começo a descobrir coisas, e isso, isso é bom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450598555455309803-4218789608897414733?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/4218789608897414733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/4218789608897414733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/05/pedra-dos-amores.html' title='Pedra dos amores'/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-107390513248160025</id><published>2010-05-26T07:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T07:46:02.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adianta pensar?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Adianta pensar?!Uma voz lá do fundo rouca e calma tinha-me posto em alerta.Sentia o frio, e o calor a invadir-me ao mesmo tempo, como num combate desleal que me deixava tonta.E depois novamente a voz.Tinha passado meio ano desde que tinha deixado de a ouvir, e desde então nunca mais me tinha perguntado como estaria, se mais ou menos tremula, se mais altiva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Depois consegui rodar o corpo e olhar.Lá estava ele.Descrever a sua forma faz-me pensar que a decorei, que não me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;esqueci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;da face do jeito.Não queria ouvir a voz novamente.Depois num só trago tive o dom da palavra.-Nunca saberás a minha vontade, se era ficar ou não,mas eu guardarei a tua, para toda a minha vida.As razoes nunca são mais fortes,levarei dias a que as&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;lágrimas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;não corram, ou anos para que a vida volte,mas todos esses dias lembrarei que já não estavas no barco aquele dia, e desde então tudo é vazio.Quando finalmente baixou a cabeça, num impulso saí.Soube que voltaria, depois de tudo, soube que aquele ainda era o meu lugar, uma&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;lágrima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;caiu, a primeira pela angustia de não saber quando voltar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450598555455309803-107390513248160025?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/107390513248160025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/107390513248160025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/05/adianta-pensar.html' title='Adianta pensar?'/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-8528744754808501638</id><published>2010-05-25T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T17:51:15.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sê feliz</title><content type='html'>Não importa se o mereces ou não...&lt;br /&gt;Se nem és a melhor pessoa para o fazer...&lt;br /&gt;mas faz-me um favor,&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; sê feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;que eu já nem de cor-de-rosa te posso ver pintado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450598555455309803-8528744754808501638?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/8528744754808501638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/8528744754808501638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/05/nao-importa-se-o-mereces-ou-nao.html' title='Sê feliz'/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-217267874733590913</id><published>2010-05-25T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T17:33:18.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Agora</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O ritmo tem-nos consumido a todos, existem trabalhos dos trabalhos.E não há tempo para muito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Espero que esta nuvem passe.Estou preocupada, com tanta coisa!(Não com amores ou desgostos dos mesmos ), isso no meu caso já está fora de moda.Descobri, que se apoderaram da minha palavra pass do msn, quando perceberam que eu não respondia a conversas, porque não era eu.Já agora a pessoa que me envie e receba os trabalhos da faculdade.Dava-me muito jeito!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Agora, o silencio faz sentido.Mas apenas agora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450598555455309803-217267874733590913?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/217267874733590913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/217267874733590913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/05/agora.html' title='Agora'/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-5744374822805435165</id><published>2010-05-23T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T16:38:02.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Esta é a postagem 1001</title><content type='html'>A que vem a seguir á mil.A postagem que significa uma pausa, para pensar, para pensar no que quero e de que forma quero.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sinto-me a acreditar nas coisas e em mim, a acreditar que posso ignorar certos factos e prosseguir.Nada me impede.&lt;br /&gt;less in more, no que diz respeito ao que estou a sentir&lt;br /&gt;Até daqui a um tempinho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450598555455309803-5744374822805435165?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gostava,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;de dizer que o sitio onde me sinto bem fosse um campo verdejante, que era o mar que me fazia pensar na vida, nas pessoas que dela fazem parte.Mas não.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Durante muito tempo, era um cemitério.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Um cemitério, por mais mórbido que isso possa parecer, e acreditem que eu não sou uma pessoa mórbida (digo eu)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Agora é tão só, um lugar que até então não me inspirava,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vou lá, e fico dez minutos, durante esse tempo penso em mim, penso friamente sofre o que sinto.Nem sempre isso se consegue, é fácil pensar que o passado já passou e o presente há-de sorrir.Mas do presente é mais difícil falar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Peço então desculpa, pelas vezes que agi mal.Digo que não venero um Deus, acredito na sua existência e bondade e por isso estou ali, porque gosto dele, da minha forma simples.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Penso nas coisas boas e de algum modo agradeço, e depois peço, peço por isto e aquilo.Digo que não quero abusar mas...se pudesse fazer com que a minha família esteja bem, agradecia.E se pudesse fazer com que aquele meu amigo não estivesse com tantos problemas também.Tomo ainda decisões, não em dez minutos, mas á saída.Prometo voltar e digo que é ali que pertenço.Foi ali que fiz a primeira comunhão, com um vestido amarelo torrado com &lt;span style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;rendinha &lt;/span&gt;branca, feito pela costureira porque achava os brancos mais próprios para os casamentos.Tento não pensar em coisas fúteis, mas mesmo assim não tenho vergonha de as pedir, porque ali não tenho de fingir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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;- Então, tas a conversar com nossa senhora?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-Acho que não, não sei bem com quem estou a falar.Mas estou a pedir, para que me ajude a perdoar-lhe quando tu um dia não estiveres comigo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-Tu és o meu sonho, minha filha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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;...Não tenho mais palavras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450598555455309803-3139285839488653120?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/3139285839488653120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/3139285839488653120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/05/gostava.html' title='Gostava'/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-4453953401932802533</id><published>2010-05-22T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T15:48:59.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Era um quilo de ego...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TAmCyiexSjI/AAAAAAAABUc/HUeYhjjA7N8/s1600/Aneta_Kowalckzyc_17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TAmCyiexSjI/AAAAAAAABUc/HUeYhjjA7N8/s200/Aneta_Kowalckzyc_17.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/S_g-jkRlKeI/AAAAAAAABTI/wTBnOmKGiA8/s1600/23538_540.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Existem pessoas, que podiam ficar milionárias com a venda do ego.Sei que é importante gostarmos de nós, talvez o mais importante.Mas ego em demasia, é estranho, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;é vulgarmente chamado de "mania"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;.Existem pessoas que acham que são o Deus da terra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Era um quilo de ego se faz favor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;então e vai ser como?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;com&amp;nbsp;ridículo&amp;nbsp;á mistura?com uma pitadinha de estupidez?ou simples?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450598555455309803-4453953401932802533?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/4453953401932802533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/4453953401932802533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/05/era-um-quilo-de-ego.html' title='Era um quilo de ego...'/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail 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torradas!Pronto é isto, quero que a minha grande preocupação nas próximas horas seja esta, eu mereço, só isso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450598555455309803-7749408052876468004?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/7749408052876468004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/7749408052876468004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/05/eu-mereco-so-isso.html' title='Eu mereço, só isso.'/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-5834207052206539632</id><published>2010-05-21T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T02:21:04.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Agora sim, estou aqui e posso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/S_ckIGhbhNI/AAAAAAAABSo/CzZKvJPDP9E/s1600/P1100712.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/S_ckIGhbhNI/AAAAAAAABSo/CzZKvJPDP9E/s400/P1100712.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Fifi**acordolacarote.blogspot.com says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plo que tu dizes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ele é assim explosivo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nao sintas amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vou dizer uma coisa mesmo muito lamechas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se eu morresse amanha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...assim á tardinha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nao fazia assim tanto mal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tenho o sabor de um amor maior que a vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conheces algo melhor;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e esses como ta provado no meu caso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nada mata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nem os outros nem a distancia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nem nada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ai está!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so queria te ver feliz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juro..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é a coisa q mais mereces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so t peço!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luta.. mas luta pra valer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agarra-t cm unhas dentes.. maos.. pernas.. braços&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tu cnsegues!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450598555455309803-5834207052206539632?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/5834207052206539632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/5834207052206539632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/05/agora-sim-estou-aqui-e-posso.html' title='Agora sim, estou aqui e posso'/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' 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class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os dias de&amp;nbsp;claridade&amp;nbsp;são aqueles, em que o sol brilha na sua&amp;nbsp;essência,&amp;nbsp;tórrido, quentinho,&amp;nbsp;genuíno.Em que o aproveitamos para sorrir e para ver os sentimentos filtrados pelos passeios, pela cumplicidade em brincadeiras leves com os amigos.Este foi um dia de sol.Um dia de sol daqueles sem nuvens.Com cor, brilho, e raios de amor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450598555455309803-1807820526935457965?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/1807820526935457965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/1807820526935457965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/05/dias-de-sol.html' title='Dias de sol'/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TAjNLIn_5UI/AAAAAAAABUU/Ws3xZRSJx4Y/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-6736747372804333153</id><published>2010-05-19T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T06:18:08.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quero ver-te livre e solto e ainda assim aqui</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não quero namorar contigo.Não quero escolher dizer "gosto de ti" numa noite de luar e três violinos, não quero enviar-te sms`s de bom dia quando ainda nem vejo as letras, nem quero que me contes onde estás porque estás, e onde vais, nem quero que me envies sms´s a cada segundo porque o toque ou o vibrar do&amp;nbsp;telemóvel&amp;nbsp;constante sempre me irritou, não quero que me digas palavras doces, nem que te estiques nos nomes fofos,não quero dar-me com os teus pais, muito menos quero que te&amp;nbsp;dês&amp;nbsp;com a minha&amp;nbsp;família, não quero discutir quem gosta mais..eu , tu, eu ou tu.Não quero uma mensagem de boa noite, para não ficar mal habituada e triste quando te esqueceres, não quero ir ás compras de coisas banais como massa e guardanapos para o jantar, nem quero que esperes por mim quando estou a estudar, não quero dizer-te o que comi, porque comi e queixar-me de ter comido "x" calorias, depois de as ter comido.Não quero contar-te o que corre mal, nem sequer quero que saibas que algo corre mal, não quero saber há quanto tempo te conheço e nem sequer comemorar contigo quando fizermos um mês de namoro, quando for para comemorar vamos ao Mc´donald´s e comemos um Big mac.Não te quero ver quando tu quiseres, nem sequer ver-te todos os dias.Não quero mudar o estado de relacionamento para comprometido.Não quero que deixes de conhecer raparigas, e&amp;nbsp;também&amp;nbsp;não quero deixar de olhar para um rapaz só porque ficas ofendido.Não quero ficar a ver tv no inverno, com chuva lá fora, e juntos no conforto.Não quero comer gelados e ir para a praia dar passeios contigo.Não quero ter de te aturar quando estou com os meus amigos, e dar justificações por isso.Não quero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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;Quero:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saltitar contigo de lugar em lugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gozar com as fraquezas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Riscar-te as mãos com flores e pintar-te os lábios com gloss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;quero ver-te livre e solto e ainda assim aqui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;quero tomar banho de mangueira e ficar com a roupa transparente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quero ver as estrelas lado a lado no meio da estrada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;quero poder brincar contigo sem que leves a mal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;quero apanhar uma bebedeira contigo e dizer-te um monte de disparates&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;deixar de falar contigo e voltar a falar as vezes que me apetecer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;que me&amp;nbsp;dês&amp;nbsp;uma flor e eu a volte a dar a&amp;nbsp;alguém&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quero lembrar-me de ti com um sorriso sempre, mesmo que já não te possa ver!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/S_Pk_tOjwwI/AAAAAAAABSY/5pS4Iam1bc0/s1600/tumblr_kzunawvGFY1qzdiqvo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="262" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/S_Pk_tOjwwI/AAAAAAAABSY/5pS4Iam1bc0/s400/tumblr_kzunawvGFY1qzdiqvo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/7450598555455309803-6736747372804333153?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/6736747372804333153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-3542303731616830321</id><published>2010-05-19T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T10:39:09.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="UIStoryAttachment_Media UIStoryAttachment_MediaSingle" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;media&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;div class="UIMediaItem"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/frasesnicola-qj/?ref=mf" target="" title=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/frasesnicola-qj/?ref=mf" target="" title=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/frasesnicola-qj/?ref=mf" target="" title=""&gt;&lt;div class="UIMediaItem_Wrapper"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="UIStoryAttachment_Info"&gt;&lt;div class="UIStoryAttachment_Title"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/frasesnicola-qj/?ref=mf&amp;amp;_fb_fromhash=63ebe42d79b2a0182b951750fac63901"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;Frases  Nicola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="UIStoryAttachment_Title"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/frasesnicola-qj/?ref=mf&amp;amp;_fb_fromhash=63ebe42d79b2a0182b951750fac63901"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;Um dia vais voltar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="UIStoryAttachment_Copy"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="UIStoryAttachment_Copy" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pois vais, vais voltar como se nada fosse.Vais voltar de mansinho, calçar umas pantufas de pele de coelhinho e vais voltar.Sem vergonha na cara, e nem sequer vais ter desculpas pensadas, nem sequer vais preocupar-te em justificar porque erraste, eu compreendo as pessoas não é?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="UIStoryAttachment_Copy" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu compreendo porque as pessoas são más.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="UIStoryAttachment_Copy" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Em vez de agredir, fico triste e consigo ver os lados positivos da positividade.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="UIStoryAttachment_Copy" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="UIStoryAttachment_Copy" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Desta vez, quando voltares, não vou ser fofinha, nem sequer me vou esforçar para o ser, não vais fazer-me &lt;i&gt;doí-doí&lt;/i&gt; , sou eu que te vou fazer a ti e muitos, vou ter tomates (o fruto) podres guardados, e vais ser atingido por&amp;nbsp;três&amp;nbsp;meteoritos, vou dizer-te asneiras &lt;i&gt;piiiii piiiii&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;piiiii piiiii&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;sem fim, em mim as asneiras tem um sentido confuso.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="UIStoryAttachment_Copy" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Um dia, vais voltar, não sei daqui a quanto tempo, mas vais.Não vou estar á tua espera, vou só esperar que venhas.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="UIStoryAttachment_Copy" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="UIStoryAttachment_Copy"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="UIStoryAttachment_Copy"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="UIStoryAttachment_Copy"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="UIStoryAttachment_Copy"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="UIStoryAttachment_Copy"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450598555455309803-3542303731616830321?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/3542303731616830321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/3542303731616830321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/05/um-dia_19.html' title='Um dia'/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-8031504232230406153</id><published>2010-05-18T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T11:32:10.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Por falar em fofinhos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/S_LdHXi3w4I/AAAAAAAABSQ/aLvwSxW8S7Q/s1600/tumblr_l1q4erk2df1qa0fhxo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/S_LdHXi3w4I/AAAAAAAABSQ/aLvwSxW8S7Q/s320/tumblr_l1q4erk2df1qa0fhxo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tenho conhecido pessoas, que me fazem pensar...que se não tivesse feito os &lt;i&gt;tpc&lt;/i&gt; todinhos, teria por quem copiar antes da aula, para não levar falta..&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;☺&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/7450598555455309803-8031504232230406153?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/8031504232230406153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/8031504232230406153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/05/por-falar-em-fofinhos.html' title='Por falar em fofinhos...'/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/S_LdHXi3w4I/AAAAAAAABSQ/aLvwSxW8S7Q/s72-c/tumblr_l1q4erk2df1qa0fhxo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-1787199708526172200</id><published>2010-05-18T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T11:29:56.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sim, porque gosto de ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/S_Lcmsr67FI/AAAAAAAABSA/8nhuE1vR9Mc/s1600/tumblr_kxmqmzID0M1qargqko1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/S_Lcmsr67FI/AAAAAAAABSA/8nhuE1vR9Mc/s320/tumblr_kxmqmzID0M1qargqko1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hoje entre os seis, uma&amp;nbsp;discussão&amp;nbsp;ao café, o que leva&amp;nbsp;alguém&amp;nbsp;a tornar uma relação casual, ou "pouco seria" num relacionamento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Agora que penso, talvez haja pessoas que passam na nossa vida, que sejam para namorar outras não.Ponto final.E ainda mais, talvez haja pessoas que no momento, ou desde o momento estejamos sempre á espera do "queres namorar comigo?".E quando as expectativas falham, é seguir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O que importa, afinal, é que o queres namorar comigo, seja respondido:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Sim,&lt;/s&gt; porque gosto de ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Não,&lt;/s&gt; porque não gosto de ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450598555455309803-1787199708526172200?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-8652876913333573758</id><published>2010-05-18T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T11:31:15.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A vida é nossa, a vida é linda, e já que cá estamos, vamos vive-la.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Adormeci, com a sensação de coração apertadinho&amp;nbsp;como se num momento nada se traduzisse em gestos ou palavras, só em lágrimas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;estava uma noite&amp;nbsp;agradável, recusei-me a olhar para o céu porque isso podia despoletar em mim sentimentos que me comovessem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quando acordei, tinha a sensação de ressaca.Como se&amp;nbsp;alguém&amp;nbsp;me tivesse prendido&amp;nbsp;o coração, e tivesse pulado de cima da minha alminha&amp;nbsp;agora reduzida a quase nada, parecia que tinha bebido ate não puder mais, mas quando olhava para o lado só via o pacote deleitinho&amp;nbsp;com chocolate, e em vez da&amp;nbsp;imagem&amp;nbsp;de uma boa noite com barulho tenho apenas o silencio, o meu cabelo não cheirava a fumo mas&amp;nbsp;amêndoa.E isso fazia lembrar mais a forma como tinha adormecido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A claridade do dia, fez-me perceber...as ressacas curam-se, posso não gostar de muita coisa em mim nem no mundo, mas gosto de mim, da forma como vivo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Existem coisas que passam outras, que não, que são das pessoas e são tão más que se entranham, quanto a isso, só tenho a dizer que lamento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O dia é outro, e sorri, a cada segundo que passa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/S_LcySAMIlI/AAAAAAAABSI/wETVfiMj5fQ/s1600/tumblr_ktnptmWoZ11qzvsqto1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/S_LcySAMIlI/AAAAAAAABSI/wETVfiMj5fQ/s320/tumblr_ktnptmWoZ11qzvsqto1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A vida é nossa, a vida é linda, e já que cá estamos, vamos vive-la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450598555455309803-8652876913333573758?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/8652876913333573758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/8652876913333573758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/05/vida-e-nossa-vida-e-linda-e-ja-que-ca.html' title='A vida é nossa, a vida é linda, e já que cá estamos, vamos vive-la.'/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/S_LcySAMIlI/AAAAAAAABSI/wETVfiMj5fQ/s72-c/tumblr_ktnptmWoZ11qzvsqto1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-1890345539609615863</id><published>2010-05-16T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T05:51:06.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Falamos, um dia.</title><content type='html'>Não, não falamos depois.Não falamos ao acordar, ou á tardinha.&lt;br /&gt;Falamos, um dia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450598555455309803-1890345539609615863?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/1890345539609615863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/1890345539609615863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/05/falamos-um-dia.html' title='Falamos, um dia.'/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-3512470746423556307</id><published>2010-05-16T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T05:49:37.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>È pegar ou largar...</title><content type='html'>Pagava 0.50 centimos&amp;nbsp;a quem fosse aos sociais por mim, e mais 0.50 a quem entregasse os papeis por mim, e mais 1 euro a quem os tivesse que aturar, e ás suas neuroses na minha vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pouco é, mas é de boa vontade e estamos em crise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450598555455309803-3512470746423556307?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/3512470746423556307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/3512470746423556307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/05/e-pegar-ou-largar.html' title='È pegar ou largar...'/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-3705736473026979639</id><published>2010-05-15T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T18:44:44.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensas que não sei nada.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pensas que não sei nada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu sei, a cor dos teus olhos.Não me esqueci, nem esqueço nunca.Da mesma forma e ângulo que os vejo olhar para mim, não são castanhos, verdes ou pretos, são azuis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450598555455309803-3705736473026979639?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/3705736473026979639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/3705736473026979639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/05/pensas-que-nao-sei-nada.html' title='Pensas que não sei nada.'/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-598979790215499781</id><published>2010-05-15T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T13:28:23.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Concertar</title><content type='html'>- Podemos ir embora?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Quando eras pequenita gostavas tanto de rezar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-È que eu acho que não tenho muito jeito para isto...eu não sei rezar, não me lembro como é.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sentadas lado a lado, e de mãos&amp;nbsp;dadas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Pede alguma coisa, conversa com Deus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Eu cansei-me de pedir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pede outra vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E pedi, com toda a minha força e de lágrimas a cair, com o cheiro a velas á minha frente, e a cabeça baixa como quem diz, "perdão, concerte-me"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450598555455309803-598979790215499781?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/598979790215499781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/598979790215499781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/05/concertar.html' title='Concertar'/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-6850054535349358930</id><published>2010-05-14T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T12:31:51.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Percebem o quanto nos faz pequeninos,&amp;nbsp;quando na nossa vida só tem que acontecer coisas boas para tudo estar bem, e na vida de alguem que conhecemos têm que acontecer milagres...&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;estou deste tamanho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/6850054535349358930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/6850054535349358930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post_14.html' title='(...)'/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/S-2k3krAD9I/AAAAAAAABRw/If1JCsQV1gg/s72-c/flores.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-906925808993052437</id><published>2010-05-12T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T05:30:22.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O dia em que desistimos de alguém</title><content type='html'>O dia em que&amp;nbsp;desistimos&amp;nbsp;de&amp;nbsp;alguém, pode ser acompanhado de uma banda filarmónica,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HzNN0g3Eg-M"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Deolinda-Sem noção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;que quase nos deixa loucos, ou então na pior das&amp;nbsp;hipóteses&amp;nbsp;acompanhado de um silencio, que quase nos&amp;nbsp;ensurdece, e não deixa qualquer espaço para que seja dito nem um "se..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde o dia em que desisti de&amp;nbsp;alguém, que não oiço, por mais que se fale e implore, nem o som de uma folha de &amp;nbsp;árvore&amp;nbsp;a cair, nem o som de uma gota de agua, nem o som de um carinho antes feito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450598555455309803-906925808993052437?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/906925808993052437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/906925808993052437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/05/o-dia-em-que-desistimos-de-alguem.html' title='O dia em que desistimos de alguém'/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-1295593933219644011</id><published>2010-05-12T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T05:10:37.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ambrósio...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ambrósio&amp;nbsp;apetecia-me algo essencialmente bom...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;tipo um dia de sol e ir passear á beira mar, ou ir para Lisboa comer pasteis e passear passear, ou então uma massagem com&amp;nbsp;óleos&amp;nbsp;perfumados, ou um bolo (sem calorias), com uma cereja no topo, só porque fica aqui bem dizer "a cereja no topo do bolo", e se for possível apetecia-me fazer compras durante três semanas em Madrid, ou então ler um livrinho no campo com os passarinhos, também não era nada má ideia ir a um concerto (excepções feitas a metal), que eu não quero enganos meu caro!E já agora&amp;nbsp;também&amp;nbsp;me apetecia só aturar quem eu quero, sem muitas perguntas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Pronto Ambrósio depois disto podes tirar umas férias num local&amp;nbsp;razoável!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450598555455309803-1295593933219644011?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/1295593933219644011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/1295593933219644011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/05/ambrosio.html' title='Ambrósio...'/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-5567213331098245747</id><published>2010-05-10T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T16:53:14.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Será uma honra...</title><content type='html'>Os nossos caminhos, cruzam-se sempre.Assim como as nossas pseudo-neuroses, tenho tentado perceber o que nos faz ficar assim, presos ás pessoas, e já tenho percebido.Somos feitos de algo humano.&lt;div&gt;Duas honras:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Escreveres-me uma fita inteirinha para a capa, de cima a baixo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E a maior das honras: A tua mão, quando alcançar a felicidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450598555455309803-5567213331098245747?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/5567213331098245747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/5567213331098245747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/05/sera-uma-honra.html' title='Será uma honra...'/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-5491661425306141882</id><published>2010-05-10T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T16:45:39.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nada mais...</title><content type='html'>Eu não esperava o teu cumprimento, não o esperava porque, talvez seja a ideia que tinha de ti e que ainda não tinha desfeito apesar de tudo, e do &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;tudo&lt;/span&gt; ser tão grande.Então, tracei um caminho que me escapasse disso, de não me cruzar contigo.&lt;br /&gt;Depois, tu fizeste o contrario, desvias-te o teu para me dizeres e disseste com sorriso "Ola tudo bem?"&lt;br /&gt;No momento fiz o meu melhor sorriso e respondi, "Ola!"&lt;br /&gt;Não me atrevi a perguntar "Tudo bem?"&lt;br /&gt;Porque sei que nunca mais vai estar, tudo bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu perdes-te o namorado&lt;br /&gt;Eu perdi o amigo&lt;br /&gt;E sei que nunca mais nada vai estar bem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu sei que ele te amava&lt;br /&gt;E fiquei a saber que tu sabias que ele gostava de mim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450598555455309803-5491661425306141882?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/5491661425306141882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/5491661425306141882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/05/nada-mais.html' title='Nada mais...'/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-4292638834855763955</id><published>2010-05-08T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T06:28:58.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Há uns tempos anceava ser uma daquelas pessoas que de sem caganeiras estavam bem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;Há uns tempos anceava ser uma daquelas pessoas que de &lt;strike&gt;sem caganeiras &lt;/strike&gt;estavam bem, que conseguiam uma estabilidade para alem do normal.Isto é, não faziam de conta, estavam na sua vidinha, a arrumar, desarrumar, engomar, e guardar os seus sentimentos e não faziam conta que não o precisavam. Agora, perante todas as expectatativas, vejo-me a arrumar a casa, a limpar o pó.E a deixar-me ficar, quietinha e sem medo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/S-VnAS0lYhI/AAAAAAAABRY/LcKsI5PI9zY/s1600/passaro_papel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/S-VnAS0lYhI/AAAAAAAABRY/LcKsI5PI9zY/s320/passaro_papel.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zx4Hjq6KwO0&amp;amp;feature=fvst"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Keane&lt;/span&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/7450598555455309803-4292638834855763955?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/4292638834855763955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/4292638834855763955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/05/ha-uns-tempos-anceava-ser-uma-daquelas.html' title='Há uns tempos anceava ser uma daquelas pessoas que de sem caganeiras estavam bem'/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/S-VnAS0lYhI/AAAAAAAABRY/LcKsI5PI9zY/s72-c/passaro_papel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-708941919615488532</id><published>2010-05-08T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T06:02:12.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Não quero mais o mesmo café</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Não quero mais o mesmo café.Não quero mais o acto social que agora me faz pensar que é simples de mais.Posso tomar café, com toda a gente e varias vezes.Mas nunca contigo.Nunca mais contigo.Se for, um dia um café, tem de ser um &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;caffe misto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ou então um &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;iced coffee and milk&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; mas jamais um café contigo.Com sabor doce de mais, e depois amargo até mais não!Quero um café tirado lá por o senhor Manel da faculdade, quero torcer com elas para ser ele a tirar o café.Não quero o cafe ao teu lado.Nunca mais.&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/7450598555455309803-708941919615488532?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/708941919615488532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/708941919615488532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/05/nao-quero-mais-o-mesmo-cafe.html' title='Não quero mais o mesmo café'/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-1300306290579126886</id><published>2010-05-07T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T15:30:46.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O dia em que cresço mais que tu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não te sei dizer se será um dia de chuva, ou de sol terno e dia ameno.Não te sei dizer, se estarei vestida de amarelo com cor de rosa á mistura, ou então de preto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas sei dizer-te com todas as &lt;strong&gt;l-e-t-r-i-n-h-a-s&lt;/strong&gt;, que o dia em que tenho um cm mais que tu chegara, com toda a gloria que deve ter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/7450598555455309803-1300306290579126886?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/1300306290579126886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/1300306290579126886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/05/o-dia-em-que-cresco-mais-que-tu.html' title='O dia em que cresço mais que tu'/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-2160867465548653789</id><published>2010-05-06T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T07:48:10.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando não estás</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Tu sossegas-me com &amp;nbsp;a tua &lt;b&gt;presença&lt;/b&gt;, as tuas&amp;nbsp;brincadeiras, e as pontinhas de cumplicidade que nos&amp;nbsp;atingem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Ás vezes julgo ser atingida por uma chuva de confetis,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;amarelos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;vermelhos&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;azuis&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;verdes&lt;/span&gt;, quando estou contigo.Mesmo que raras vezes não me apeteça agredir-te com jeitinho.Gosto do teu perfume, acho que nunca te disse mas gosto da tua cara seria, resumindo gosto da tua cara seria quando antecede um sorriso.Por vezes até das tuas chantagens, que me deixam quase sem ar!E do teu abraço.É BOM GOSTAR DO TEU ABRAÇO NÃO É?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Sabes, o problema da presença, é que antecede a&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;ausência&lt;/b&gt;, e dessa não há nada a dizer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/S-LWnxfq3QI/AAAAAAAABQI/Zu6xldpJ8Dk/s1600/tumblr_kz5cop6Utv1qzwolho1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/S-LWnxfq3QI/AAAAAAAABQI/Zu6xldpJ8Dk/s400/tumblr_kz5cop6Utv1qzwolho1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450598555455309803-2160867465548653789?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/2160867465548653789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/2160867465548653789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/05/quando-nao-estas.html' title='Quando não estás'/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/S-LWnxfq3QI/AAAAAAAABQI/Zu6xldpJ8Dk/s72-c/tumblr_kz5cop6Utv1qzwolho1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-1931622768682597062</id><published>2010-05-06T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T18:30:34.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Qual é cara?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A Fizinha acorda, ainda os galos estão a fazer amor com as galinhas!A Fizinha, pensa "hoje vou estudar o diazinho todo mesmo tendo uma aula!", mas eis que uma onda de remorsos me atinge e a Fizinha prepara-se para ir para a Universidade, e quando estava já com um pezinho na Universidade, recebo mensagem a dizer que não vai haver aula, por um motivo altamente desconhecido pela Fizinha, assim não né!Isso é sacanagem (ler em sotaque brasileiro).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450598555455309803-1931622768682597062?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/1931622768682597062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/1931622768682597062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/05/qual-e-cara.html' title='Qual é cara?!'/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-9146978114189524744</id><published>2010-05-05T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T16:35:11.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Se calhar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Cresci de mais para perceber a piada de algumas coisas, cresci de menos para aceitar certas piadas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d7PInrspOig"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Thinking about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/S-IAmPMrd8I/AAAAAAAABQA/mfRa8vdiW8A/s1600/TheGirlIusedtoBebyPerovich.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/S-IAmPMrd8I/AAAAAAAABQA/mfRa8vdiW8A/s400/TheGirlIusedtoBebyPerovich.jpg" width="267" /&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/7450598555455309803-9146978114189524744?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/9146978114189524744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/9146978114189524744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/05/se-calhar.html' title='Se calhar...'/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/S-IAmPMrd8I/AAAAAAAABQA/mfRa8vdiW8A/s72-c/TheGirlIusedtoBebyPerovich.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-754122845761318617</id><published>2010-05-05T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T15:47:09.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10000 visitas</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Obrigado, por todas elas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Por cada uma delas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;cada clic tem para mim muita&amp;nbsp;importância&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;e ainda por isto ser agora uma &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;pequenina&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; obra, continuem a vir aqui são tão bem vindos!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Venham porque motivo for.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450598555455309803-754122845761318617?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/754122845761318617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/754122845761318617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/05/10000-visitas.html' title='10000 visitas'/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-2656777077659602621</id><published>2010-05-05T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T15:11:30.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>☼</title><content type='html'>- Já alguma vez viste o amanhecer?&lt;br /&gt;Eu-Oh já devia ter visto, mas não liguei muito...&lt;br /&gt;- Não ligas-te muito?É tão lindo!&lt;br /&gt;Eu-Sim, é esperar morto de sono, que o sol&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;☼&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;nasça.E depois pronto ficar a olhar, para o mesmo sol&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;☼&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;que vejo o dia todo!Realmente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Qualquer dia vens comigo ver o nascer do sol&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;☼&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu-Livra-te!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Quando a minha&amp;nbsp;sensibilidade&amp;nbsp;é do tamanho de uma ervilha..&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450598555455309803-2656777077659602621?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/2656777077659602621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/2656777077659602621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post_05.html' title='☼'/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450598555455309803.post-1947691151244487353</id><published>2010-05-05T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T15:05:23.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amiga...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;Tu sim és uma força e uma coragem,não me canso de te dizer, fui uma grande querida da América isto a&amp;nbsp;propósito&amp;nbsp;disto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://meninadoscaracois.blogspot.com/2010/05/grandioso.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Grandioso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&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/7450598555455309803-1947691151244487353?l=acordolacarote.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/1947691151244487353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450598555455309803/posts/default/1947691151244487353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acordolacarote.blogspot.com/2010/05/amiga.html' title='Amiga...'/><author><name>Fizinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12417000739423254726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcuI9I-iHNI/TLTnsoHlUBI/AAAAAAAABZs/SetRD-XlfJ4/S220/41398_100000202996946_8161_n.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
