<?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-22098554</id><updated>2011-07-08T03:17:48.678+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dias de inspiração</title><subtitle type='html'>Os pensamentos soltos de quem o faz demais.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>86</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-2865033052163521606</id><published>2011-06-26T16:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T16:59:53.804+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vbRSoH4pBbM" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Preso a você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Eu tenho esta sensação no fundo de minha alma e eu não posso perder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Eu acho que estou no meu caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Eu precisei de um amigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;E da maneira como eu me sinto agora eu acho que estarei com você até o fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Eu acho que estou no meu caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;E estou muito feliz por você ter ficado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Preso a você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; height: 39px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Tenho sido um tolo por muito tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Eu acho que é hora de eu voltar para você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;É tão difícil de ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; height: 39px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Uma mulher como você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Pode esperar algo de um homem como eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Eu acho que estou no meu caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Eu estarei partindo no trem da meia-noite de amanhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;E eu sei para onde estarei indo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Eu empacotei os meus problemas e joguei-os todos fora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Por que desta vez, querida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Eu estou indo para casa e ficarei lá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Preso a você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Eu tenho esta sensação no fundo de minha alma e eu não posso perder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Eu acho que estou no meu caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Eu precisei de um amigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;E da maneira como eu me sinto agora eu acho que estarei com você até o fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Eu acho que estou no meu caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;E estou muito feliz por você ter ficado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22098554-2865033052163521606?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/2865033052163521606/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=2865033052163521606' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/2865033052163521606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/2865033052163521606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2011/06/preso-voce-eu-tenho-esta-sensacao-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/vbRSoH4pBbM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-2213205695172770320</id><published>2011-02-28T22:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-28T22:53:26.374Z</updated><title type='text'>Não desistas de mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Porque esta música é pura poesia por si só.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/LJTryxPS9DY" title="YouTube video player" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Não &lt;b&gt;desistas &lt;/b&gt;de mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d9d2e9; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A porta fechou-se contigo&lt;br /&gt;Levaste na noite o meu chão&lt;br /&gt;E agora neste quarto vazio&lt;br /&gt;Não sei que outras sombras virão&lt;br /&gt;E alguém ao longe me diz&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d9d2e9; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Há um perfume que ficou na escada&lt;br /&gt;E na TV o teu canal está aberto&lt;br /&gt;Desenhos de corpos na cama fechada&lt;br /&gt;São um mapa de um passado deserto&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que houve um tempo em que tu e eu&lt;br /&gt;Fomos dois pássaros loucos&lt;br /&gt;Voamos pelas ruas que fizemos céu&lt;br /&gt;Somos a pele um do outro&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d9d2e9; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não desistas de mim&lt;br /&gt;Não te percas agora&lt;br /&gt;Não desistas de mim&lt;br /&gt;A noite ainda demora&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d9d2e9; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ainda sei de cor o teu ventre&lt;br /&gt;E o vestido rasgado de encanto&lt;br /&gt;A luz da manhã e o teu corpo por dentro&lt;br /&gt;E a pele na pele de quem se quer tanto&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d9d2e9; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não tenho mais segredos&lt;br /&gt;Escondi-me nos teus dedos&lt;br /&gt;Somos metades iguais&lt;br /&gt;Mas hoje só hoje&lt;br /&gt;Leva-me para onde vais&lt;br /&gt;Que eu quero dizer-te&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d9d2e9; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não desistas de mim&lt;br /&gt;Não te percas agora&lt;br /&gt;Não desistas de mim&lt;br /&gt;A noite ainda demora&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d9d2e9; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;E não desistas de mim&lt;br /&gt;Não te percas agora&lt;/i&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/22098554-2213205695172770320?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/2213205695172770320/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=2213205695172770320' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/2213205695172770320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/2213205695172770320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2011/02/nao-desistas-de-mim.html' title='Não desistas de mim'/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/LJTryxPS9DY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-8367549705633761408</id><published>2010-03-22T22:56:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-03-22T23:24:24.070Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aprenda450anos.com.br/450anos/img/livro/ES08_D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.aprenda450anos.com.br/450anos/img/livro/ES08_D.jpg" width="198" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Caminha,&lt;br /&gt;Pensa,&lt;br /&gt;Regela,&lt;br /&gt;Congela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem se cruza com ela não percebe o peso das palavras,&lt;br /&gt;As que foram arremessadas e não voltam atrás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruas vazias, de almas!&lt;br /&gt;Será tudo tão frio, como estes dias? - pensa.&lt;br /&gt;Queria sentir o coração quente novamente,&lt;br /&gt;Como num belo fim de tarde de Verão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Percorre a cidade em busca, de algo que não sabe se ainda existe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ao som de Alicia Keys-Empire State Of Mind (Part II) Broken Down (feat. Jay-Z)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&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/22098554-8367549705633761408?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/8367549705633761408/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=8367549705633761408' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/8367549705633761408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/8367549705633761408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2010/03/caminha-pensa-regela-congela.html' title=''/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-622190700379484587</id><published>2009-08-18T18:49:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T18:50:27.496+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.blogs.abril.com.br/1/sobrames/avatar/po.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://img.blogs.abril.com.br/1/sobrames/avatar/po.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Andas com um bocadinho de pó...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22098554-622190700379484587?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/622190700379484587/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=622190700379484587' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/622190700379484587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/622190700379484587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2009/08/andas-com-um-bocadinho-de-po.html' title=''/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-1038892745948291730</id><published>2009-01-27T18:25:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-27T18:34:25.723Z</updated><title type='text'>Dia não sei</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://comecardenovo.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/jump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 458px; height: 338px;" src="http://comecardenovo.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/jump.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais um dia resiste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Foi feliz para ti?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi triste?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não foi nada?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há quem tenha sorrido de alegria sem parar,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há quem tenha chorado até os olhos se cansarem&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E há quem simplesmente tenha visto o dia passar.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pareces preocupado, ou já não consegues?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estás com raiva ou já se foi toda?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paras no tempo a recordar?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lamentas?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada dia é único e podemos dar-lhe o poder de mudar toda uma vida. Mudem-na para melhor, para a vossa paz interior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ao som de Alexandra Burke - Hallelujah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/22098554-1038892745948291730?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/1038892745948291730/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=1038892745948291730' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/1038892745948291730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/1038892745948291730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2009/01/dia-nao-sei.html' title='Dia não sei'/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-4483529461253552287</id><published>2008-08-28T10:39:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T10:45:44.576+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Transformação</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://birobiro.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/dia-internacional-da-mulher-thumb2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://birobiro.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/dia-internacional-da-mulher-thumb2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Com os anos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;O castanho do olhar e do cabelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ficou mais bonito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ou será que a observação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Se tornou mais confiante e verdadeira?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Aprendi a diferença entre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;O azul favorecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;E o preto esmorecer;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Mulher surge, adolescente fica em fotos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22098554-4483529461253552287?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/4483529461253552287/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=4483529461253552287' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/4483529461253552287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/4483529461253552287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2008/08/transformao.html' title='Transformação'/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-8699490421142111107</id><published>2008-07-21T18:22:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T18:29:38.923+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque há muito que não te escrevo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Há muito que não lês palavras minhas,&lt;br /&gt;Porque há muito que não tas escrevo,&lt;br /&gt;Mas observa o que o meu olhar te diz,&lt;br /&gt;E lá verás, o que há muito não aparece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada mais pequeno está,&lt;br /&gt;O tempo acalma a chama&lt;br /&gt;E multiplica o Amor, a cumplicidade.&lt;br /&gt;Trás paciência...enfim, vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuas a conduzir,&lt;br /&gt;E eu observo-te (nem sempre pelo canto do olho),&lt;br /&gt;E admiro-te...oh como tenho sorte!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou tua hoje, amanhã e para sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P7rfume &amp;amp; Rui Veloso - Intervalo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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/22098554-8699490421142111107?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/8699490421142111107/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=8699490421142111107' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/8699490421142111107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/8699490421142111107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2008/07/porque-h-muito-que-no-te-escrevo.html' title='Porque há muito que não te escrevo'/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-2909846308084024002</id><published>2008-05-15T10:29:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T09:58:27.467Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.admtoday.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/08/agenda_passos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 579px; height: 299px;" src="http://www.admtoday.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/08/agenda_passos.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fechem-me paredes e conseguirei ouvir melhor o som dos meus passos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22098554-2909846308084024002?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/2909846308084024002/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=2909846308084024002' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/2909846308084024002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/2909846308084024002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2008/05/fechem-me-paredes-e-conseguirei-ouvir.html' title=''/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-6853411833510420788</id><published>2008-03-27T15:15:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-10-29T09:53:55.072Z</updated><title type='text'>Como se nunca mais me visses</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/81kdsjsA1xA&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/81kdsjsA1xA&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Se eu não tivesse mais tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Não tivesse mais tempo disponível para estar aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lembrarias-te do que nós tivemos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Era tudo que estavas à procura?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Se eu não pudesse sentir seu toque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; E tu não estivesses comigo muito tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Eu desejaria que tu estivesses aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Para ser tudo pelo que eu estava à procura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Eu não quero esquecer-me que o agora é um presente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; E não quero dar pouca importância ao tempo que tu estiveste aqui comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Porque o Senhor apenas sabe que outro dia não é realmente garantido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Então toda vez que me abraces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Abraça-me como se fosse a última vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Toda vez que me beijares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Beija-me como se nunca me fosses ver de novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Toda vez que me tocares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Toa-me como se fosse a última vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Prometa-me que vais amar-me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Amar-me como se nunca mais me visses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Oh oh ohhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Quantos realmente sabem o que o amor é?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Não, tu nunca vais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tu sabes até perder isto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Que é tudo pelo que estamos à procura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Quando acordo de manhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tu estás ao meu lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Eu sou agradeço muito por te ter encontrado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Tudo pelo que eu vinha à procura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Eu não quero esquecer-me que o agora é um presente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; E não quero dar pouca importância ao tempo que tu estiveste aqui comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Porque o Senhor apenas sabe que outro dia não é realmente garantido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Então toda vez que me abraçares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Abraça-me como se essa fosse a última vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Toda vez que me beijares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Beija-me como se nunca mais me visses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; (podes fazer isso pra mim, amor?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Toda vez que me tocares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; (vê que realmente não sabemos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Toca-me como se fosse a última vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; (vê que cada dia nunca saberemos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Prometa-me que me irás amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; (eu quero que me prometas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Amar-me como se nunca mais me visses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; (como se nunca mais me visses)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Ohhh ohhh ohhh ohhh ohhh&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/22098554-6853411833510420788?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/6853411833510420788/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=6853411833510420788' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/6853411833510420788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/6853411833510420788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2008/03/como-se-nunca-mais-me-visses.html' title='Como se nunca mais me visses'/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-568994977893576561</id><published>2008-03-05T23:08:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-03-05T23:13:04.083Z</updated><title type='text'>Voz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.simply-speaking.co.uk/images/voice-traning-pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.simply-speaking.co.uk/images/voice-traning-pic.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Engraçada esta voz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Que fala dentro de nós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Todos os dias nos pode fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Chegar a conclusões que nunca tínhamos sonhado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Descortinar um comportamento de outra forma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ou somá-los e deduzi-los.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Chamem-lhe consciência ou outra coisas qualquer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas às vezes oiço a minha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22098554-568994977893576561?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/568994977893576561/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=568994977893576561' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/568994977893576561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/568994977893576561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2008/03/voz.html' title='Voz'/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-1623954706409074903</id><published>2008-02-07T21:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-07T21:57:51.524Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Diz-me tu, onde estás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Diz-me tu o que o teu coração te diz, é ainda o mesmo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Diz-me, não emudeças.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Paulo Gonzo - Diz-me tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22098554-1623954706409074903?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/1623954706409074903/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=1623954706409074903' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/1623954706409074903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/1623954706409074903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2008/02/diz-me-tu-onde-ests.html' title=''/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-2506236670401911380</id><published>2008-02-01T18:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-01T18:38:38.415Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/R6NnDOmRmCI/AAAAAAAAABo/vR73bFKEou4/s1600-h/09-04-05_1428.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/R6NnDOmRmCI/AAAAAAAAABo/vR73bFKEou4/s200/09-04-05_1428.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162082903052621858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E sento-me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;À espera que o nada bata à porta,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Perdida em mil recordações e previsões. Olhando o vazio que a janela me mostra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não quero, não quero pensar. Quero viver cada segundo em surpresa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Suspensa pela surpresa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ao som de Alicia Keys - Like you'll never see me again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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/22098554-2506236670401911380?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/2506236670401911380/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=2506236670401911380' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/2506236670401911380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/2506236670401911380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2008/02/e-sento-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/R6NnDOmRmCI/AAAAAAAAABo/vR73bFKEou4/s72-c/09-04-05_1428.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-5987067131964067288</id><published>2008-01-16T19:53:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-10-29T09:55:34.086Z</updated><title type='text'>Salvar-me de mim própria (K)</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dWkXFl7G6fo&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dWkXFl7G6fo&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é tão fácil amar-me&lt;br /&gt;Isso começa a ficar complicado&lt;br /&gt;Todas as coisas que tens de ser&lt;br /&gt;Tudo está a mudar&lt;br /&gt;Mas tu és a verdade&lt;br /&gt;Estou fascinada com toda a tua paciência&lt;br /&gt;E tudo que te fiz passar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando eu estiver pronta para cair&lt;br /&gt;De alguma maneira sempre me esperas com&lt;br /&gt;Teus braços abertos para me agarrar&lt;br /&gt;Tu vais salvar-me de mim própria&lt;br /&gt;De mim mesma, sim.&lt;br /&gt;Tu vais salvar-me de mim própria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor é tentado pelo teu toque&lt;br /&gt;Alguns homens mostraram interesse&lt;br /&gt;Mas tu tens o jogo todo&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que é loucura, todos os dias&lt;br /&gt;Bem, amanhã talvez trémulo,&lt;br /&gt;Mas nunca me deixarás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me perguntes o porquê de eu estar a chorar&lt;br /&gt;Porque quando eu começo a enfraquecer&lt;br /&gt;Tu sabes como  me fazer um sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Sempre me salvas de mim própria&lt;br /&gt;De mim própria, eu própria.&lt;br /&gt;Tu vais salvar-me de mim própria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que é difícil, é difícil&lt;br /&gt;Mas tu quebraste todas as minhas paredes&lt;br /&gt;Tens sido a minha força, tão forte&lt;br /&gt;E não me perguntes porque te amo&lt;br /&gt;É óbvia a tua ternura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso é o que eu preciso fazer&lt;br /&gt;Uma mulher melhor para mim própria&lt;br /&gt;Tu vais salvar-me de mim própria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22098554-5987067131964067288?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/5987067131964067288/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=5987067131964067288' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/5987067131964067288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/5987067131964067288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2008/01/salvar-me-de-mim-prpria-k.html' title='Salvar-me de mim própria (K)'/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-4811997561200511634</id><published>2007-12-23T13:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-23T13:17:42.122Z</updated><title type='text'>Bos festas =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://utilidades.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/pai%20Natal.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://utilidades.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/pai%20Natal.bmp" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Boas festas a todos (como li algures), de preferência no corpo todo! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22098554-4811997561200511634?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/4811997561200511634/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=4811997561200511634' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/4811997561200511634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/4811997561200511634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2007/12/bos-festas-d.html' title='Bos festas =D'/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-7716974354168388050</id><published>2007-10-15T21:09:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T21:14:44.748+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pontos de luz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.widerange.org/images/large/slcLights.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.widerange.org/images/large/slcLights.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Pela janela do autocarro, no cimo da serra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Contemplo incontáveis pontos de de luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Que denunciam vida nessa terra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Vida de pessoas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Vivem alguma tristes, outras felizes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Angustiadas poucas(?), perdidas umas quantas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Mas todas tem uma luz que todas as noites perto delas brilha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;E a outra luz, que nem todos vêm, está dentro delas mesmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Nunca deixem a vossa apagar-se, ela é única e eterna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Escrito numa inspiração repentina no cenário contado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&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/22098554-7716974354168388050?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/7716974354168388050/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=7716974354168388050' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/7716974354168388050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/7716974354168388050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2007/10/pontos-de-luz.html' title='Pontos de luz'/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-3266168507129617796</id><published>2007-10-15T11:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T11:52:10.461+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Destino Humano</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/RxNEfjI7GeI/AAAAAAAAABg/lkVgZ-XyJsQ/s1600-h/Louvre+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/RxNEfjI7GeI/AAAAAAAAABg/lkVgZ-XyJsQ/s320/Louvre+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121512510049688034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como pode o equilíbrio humano&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser tão poderoso e tão frágil?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Num momento estamos em completa harmonia com o Universo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Como quando observamos calmamente o pôr de mais um dia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Essa aura que nos envolve como que por magia.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No momento seguinte pode pôr-se noite escura e de tempestade,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde nos apetece fugir e esconder para não enfrentar mais uma verdade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Será o Destino? Será?&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/22098554-3266168507129617796?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/3266168507129617796/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=3266168507129617796' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/3266168507129617796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/3266168507129617796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2007/10/como-pode-o-equilbrio-humano-ser-to.html' title='Destino Humano'/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/RxNEfjI7GeI/AAAAAAAAABg/lkVgZ-XyJsQ/s72-c/Louvre+%281%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-1849814800854484067</id><published>2007-08-22T23:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T23:18:31.450+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(...)E quando os lábios dela se encontraram com os meus, eu soube que podia viver até aos cem anos e visitar todos os países do mundo, que nada jamais se compararia àquele momento único em que pela primeira vez beijei a rapariga dos meus sonhos e soube que o meu amor duraria para sempre.(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Nicholas Sparks, Juntos ao luar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Achei curiosa a descrição tão perfeita de um sentimento que pode ser tão real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&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/22098554-1849814800854484067?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/1849814800854484067/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=1849814800854484067' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/1849814800854484067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/1849814800854484067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-2729995444552951897</id><published>2007-07-31T20:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T20:49:08.126+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ilumina-me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AkTSPaFFxn8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AkTSPaFFxn8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;"&gt;                       Gosto de ti como quem gosta do sábado,&lt;br /&gt;                          Gosto de ti como quem abraça o fogo,&lt;br /&gt;                          Gosto de ti como quem vence o espaço,&lt;br /&gt;                          Como quem abre o regaço,&lt;br /&gt;                          Como quem salta o vazio,&lt;br /&gt;                          Um barco aporta no rio,&lt;br /&gt;                          Um homem morre no esforço,&lt;br /&gt;                          Sete colinas no dorso&lt;br /&gt;                          E uma cidade p’ra mim.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;"&gt;Gosto de ti como quem mata o degredo,&lt;br /&gt;                          Gosto de ti como quem finta o futuro,&lt;br /&gt;                          Gosto de ti como quem diz não ter medo,&lt;br /&gt;                          Como quem mente em segredo,&lt;br /&gt;                          Como quem baila na estrada,&lt;br /&gt;                          Vestido feito de nada,&lt;br /&gt;                          As mãos fartas do corpo,&lt;br /&gt;                          Um beijo louco no porto&lt;br /&gt;                          E uma cidade p’ra ti.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;"&gt;Enquanto não há amanhã,&lt;br /&gt;                          Ilumina-me, Ilumina-me.&lt;br /&gt;                          Enquanto não há amanhã,&lt;br /&gt;                          Ilumina-me, Ilumina-me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;"&gt;Gosto de ti como uma estrela no dia,&lt;br /&gt;                          Gosto de ti quando uma nuvem começa,&lt;br /&gt;                          Gosto de ti quando o teu corpo pedia,&lt;br /&gt;                          Quando nas mãos me ardia,&lt;br /&gt;                          Como silêncio na guerra,&lt;br /&gt;                          Beijos de luz e de terra,&lt;br /&gt;                          E num passado imperfeito,&lt;br /&gt;                          Um fogo farto no peito&lt;br /&gt;                          E um mundo longe de nós.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;"&gt;Enquanto não há amanhã,&lt;br /&gt;                          Ilumina-me, Ilumina-me.&lt;br /&gt;                          Enquanto não há amanhã,&lt;br /&gt;                          Ilumina-me, Ilumina-me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pedro Abrunhosa - Ilumina-me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22098554-2729995444552951897?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/2729995444552951897/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=2729995444552951897' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/2729995444552951897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/2729995444552951897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2007/07/ilumina-me.html' title='Ilumina-me'/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-265120840500054742</id><published>2007-06-21T21:47:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T22:03:54.712+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Paixão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/RnrnZrugjKI/AAAAAAAAABY/5WsjagdEo9k/s1600-h/Magn%C3%ADfico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/RnrnZrugjKI/AAAAAAAAABY/5WsjagdEo9k/s320/Magn%C3%ADfico.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078625958234197154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Escolhe uma coisa e coloca nela toda a tua capacidade de ser. Coloca o teu infinito. Coloca o teu eterno. Coloca essa força invisível que sai dentro de ti e a que podemos chamar de Vida. Coloca tudo isso nessa acção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Escolhe a acção e entrega-te.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nesse minuto, nesse tempo propício é que a tua alma está una. Nesse preciso momento, tu és.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Alexandra Solnado - Luz&lt;br /&gt;(Só porque gostei)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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/22098554-265120840500054742?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/265120840500054742/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=265120840500054742' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/265120840500054742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/265120840500054742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2007/06/paixo.html' title='Paixão'/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/RnrnZrugjKI/AAAAAAAAABY/5WsjagdEo9k/s72-c/Magn%C3%ADfico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-3485394518691094137</id><published>2007-06-01T22:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T22:41:09.114+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;As palavras tem o valor de com que sentimento são ditas.&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/22098554-3485394518691094137?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/3485394518691094137/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=3485394518691094137' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/3485394518691094137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/3485394518691094137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2007/06/as-palavras-tem-o-valor-de-com-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-5352792035629309512</id><published>2007-05-24T09:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T09:54:18.803+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Todos os dias são perfeitos em algo, nem que seja numa lição.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22098554-5352792035629309512?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/5352792035629309512/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=5352792035629309512' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/5352792035629309512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/5352792035629309512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2007/05/todos-os-dias-so-perfeitos-em-algo-nem.html' title=''/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-2024252809734776568</id><published>2007-04-08T20:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T12:34:33.034+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Expectativas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/Rht2M5A-fmI/AAAAAAAAABQ/XNTQPJFmQ40/s1600-h/Temporal+-+%C3%81lvaro+Duarte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/Rht2M5A-fmI/AAAAAAAAABQ/XNTQPJFmQ40/s320/Temporal+-+%C3%81lvaro+Duarte.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051761370861567586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Viver sem expectativas torna tudo muito menos doloroso.&lt;br /&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/22098554-2024252809734776568?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/2024252809734776568/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=2024252809734776568' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/2024252809734776568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/2024252809734776568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2007/04/expectativas.html' title='Expectativas'/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/Rht2M5A-fmI/AAAAAAAAABQ/XNTQPJFmQ40/s72-c/Temporal+-+%C3%81lvaro+Duarte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-1224713880295110751</id><published>2007-03-29T20:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T20:19:45.186+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Em busca de um lugar ao sol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/RgwRMDgNfYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0KBRkbCFYkI/s1600-h/sea2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/RgwRMDgNfYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0KBRkbCFYkI/s320/sea2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047428181171993986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E os sonhos em mim não morrem...&lt;br /&gt;A esperança da continuação do conto de fadas,&lt;br /&gt;Continua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por mais tempestades, monstros feios e&lt;br /&gt;Bruxas más,&lt;br /&gt;Eu soprarei todos para bem longe,&lt;br /&gt;Com o Amor tão luminoso que tenho cá dentro&lt;br /&gt;E dar-te-ei um abraço de reconforto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto as mãos e os olhares&lt;br /&gt;Se desejarem&lt;br /&gt;Nada quebrará a sua força.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ala dos Namorados - Caçador de Sóis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/22098554-1224713880295110751?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/1224713880295110751/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=1224713880295110751' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/1224713880295110751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/1224713880295110751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2007/03/em-busca-de-um-lugar-ao-sol.html' title='Em busca de um lugar ao sol'/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/RgwRMDgNfYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0KBRkbCFYkI/s72-c/sea2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-4969466354095072439</id><published>2007-03-02T18:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-02T18:44:04.233Z</updated><title type='text'>Agarra-me esta noite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/RehwZCLttdI/AAAAAAAAAAw/pe3aGm4Hr9U/s1600-h/FootPrints%2310-Adriano+Branco+Neves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/RehwZCLttdI/AAAAAAAAAAw/pe3aGm4Hr9U/s320/FootPrints%2310-Adriano+Branco+Neves.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037399758598944210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Que fio nos une,&lt;br /&gt;Tão fraco e tão forte?&lt;br /&gt;Neste segundo os meus olhos gritam,&lt;br /&gt;Não a minha boca,&lt;br /&gt;Por um carinho teu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agarra-me...Senão&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã voarei para o infinito.&lt;br /&gt;Esta noite acorrenta a minha Alma&lt;br /&gt;À tua!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Agarra-me esta noite, que amanhã não estou aqui!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pedro Abrunhosa - Agarra-me esta noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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/22098554-4969466354095072439?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/4969466354095072439/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=4969466354095072439' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/4969466354095072439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/4969466354095072439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2007/03/agarra-me-esta-noite.html' title='Agarra-me esta noite'/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/RehwZCLttdI/AAAAAAAAAAw/pe3aGm4Hr9U/s72-c/FootPrints%2310-Adriano+Branco+Neves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-2733535937333820350</id><published>2007-02-01T20:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-10T12:32:24.207+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mentira</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/Rht1spA-flI/AAAAAAAAABI/5htocl41QLw/s1600-h/Allone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/Rht1spA-flI/AAAAAAAAABI/5htocl41QLw/s320/Allone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051760816810786386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A mentira é a fala de um peso de consciência.&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/22098554-2733535937333820350?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/2733535937333820350/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=2733535937333820350' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/2733535937333820350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/2733535937333820350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2007/02/mentira.html' title='Mentira'/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/Rht1spA-flI/AAAAAAAAABI/5htocl41QLw/s72-c/Allone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-3604265978946948666</id><published>2007-01-29T13:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-29T18:00:07.136Z</updated><title type='text'>Pensamentos de uma noiva</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Estou perdida entre brilhantes e tules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Menina, menina! Veja se gosta mais de rosa claro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ou este rosinha!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Filha, olha este convite tão bonito!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu não pod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ia mais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Só pensava na hora em que nos iríamos pertencer ao olhar de Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/Rb4B6uftD3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/s6uvgQGiRqQ/s1600-h/linda+noiva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/Rb4B6uftD3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/s6uvgQGiRqQ/s320/linda+noiva.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025456342617100146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E de repente chegou o dia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Depois de horas com rolos, secadores, pós, pincéis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E fotos infindáveis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Encontrava-me no caminho para ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Esperavas-me nervosamente no altar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Os minutos de espera &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;pareciam-te horas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abriram-me o carro e vi as escadas da Igreja&lt;br /&gt;Que me levaram ao passo mais bonito da minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subi e passo a passo vi-te mais perto.&lt;br /&gt;A emoção invadiu-nos, os olhares encontraram-se finalmente&lt;br /&gt;E o apertar de m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ãos deu confiança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de lindas palavras e alianças trocadas,&lt;br /&gt;O sentimento que tanto esperava chega:&lt;br /&gt;"Finalmente sou tua mulher e tu és o meu homem."&lt;br /&gt;Oh que calor cá dentro&lt;br /&gt;E que esperança e certeza de um futuro feliz.&lt;br /&gt;O amor que tenho para ti será para sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/Rb4DSeftD4I/AAAAAAAAAAg/zC_9QUMK2l0/s1600-h/noivos1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/Rb4DSeftD4I/AAAAAAAAAAg/zC_9QUMK2l0/s320/noivos1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025457850150621058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nick Lachey - This I swear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/22098554-3604265978946948666?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/3604265978946948666/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=3604265978946948666' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/3604265978946948666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/3604265978946948666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2007/01/pensamentos-de-uma-noiva.html' title='Pensamentos de uma noiva'/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/Rb4B6uftD3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/s6uvgQGiRqQ/s72-c/linda+noiva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-8124313139414566859</id><published>2007-01-27T12:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-27T12:35:07.807Z</updated><title type='text'>Pensar demais</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/RbtGu-ftD2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/dZBN_TKUeJc/s1600-h/rafaela+-+still+waiting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 259px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/RbtGu-ftD2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/dZBN_TKUeJc/s320/rafaela+-+still+waiting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024687582125821794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dei comigo a pensar...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tu realmente pensas demais!".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penso o ontem, o agora e amanhã,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes ainda longíquo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deve fazer mal dar tanto uso&lt;br /&gt;À cabeça, mas até hoje&lt;br /&gt;Ainda não descobri o botão&lt;br /&gt;Que poderá desligar este turbilhão...&lt;br /&gt;Nem mesmo o sono, desenganem-se!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rafaela - Still waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/22098554-8124313139414566859?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/8124313139414566859/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=8124313139414566859' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/8124313139414566859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/8124313139414566859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2007/01/pensar-demais.html' title='Pensar demais'/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/RbtGu-ftD2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/dZBN_TKUeJc/s72-c/rafaela+-+still+waiting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-116828540222358378</id><published>2007-01-08T19:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-08T19:43:22.240Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/394/2243/1600/47208/Sof%3F%3F.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/394/2243/320/149343/Sof%3F%3F.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As recordações fazem-no perder-se.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O rosto dela está em todos os lugares,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O seu cheiro ainda no sofá,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O seu lenço atrás da porta...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perde horas deambulando pela casa,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Chorando a ausência dela.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Telefona-lhe sem resposta,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa cartas que envelhecem sem resposta.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cartas com todo o seu amor.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora não sabe viver sozinho,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando viveu os dias mais felizes com a sua alma gémea.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem paciência meu amigo,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo na vida é uma lição que nos faz crescer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não tentes fazer o teu caminho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aceita o caminho que a vida tem para ti. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22098554-116828540222358378?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/116828540222358378/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=116828540222358378' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/116828540222358378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/116828540222358378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2007/01/as-recordaes-fazem-no-perder-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-116568351787771435</id><published>2006-12-09T16:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-09T19:49:12.566Z</updated><title type='text'>Voar num sonho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/394/2243/1600/488227/gaivota_guincho_2004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/394/2243/320/131456/gaivota_guincho_2004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Em estrada aberta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dou comigo a contemplar a paisagem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Terra que se perde na linha do horizonte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sol sorri lá no alto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E algumas aves passam por mim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No seu voo livre em harmonia com a Natureza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Admiro o seu bater de asas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O acesso a outra dimensão que apenas máquinas nos permitem chegar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Desejo poder voar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas, lembro-me! O homem também tem uma forma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Poderosa de fugir da terra e de se perder nos céus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O sonho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Algo que é apenas nosso, que nos leva a outra realidade também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O sonho é o primeiro passo para ambicionar-mos concretizar um desejo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ao som de Kelly Clarkson - Breakaway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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/22098554-116568351787771435?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/116568351787771435/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=116568351787771435' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/116568351787771435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/116568351787771435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2006/12/voar-num-sonho.html' title='Voar num sonho'/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-116562741683976508</id><published>2006-12-09T01:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-09T01:32:54.776Z</updated><title type='text'>A tua confidente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/394/2243/1600/849123/Alba%20Luna%20-%20Joana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/394/2243/320/900690/Alba%20Luna%20-%20Joana.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não me olhes dessa forma triste,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dá-me a tua mão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Estou aqui para ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Estás entre o tudo e o nada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sentes que perdeste o teu caminho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O nosso caminho são as nossas escolhas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;São elas que nos fazem ser quem somos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quer nos tragam alegrias ou tristezas, por tudo é preciso passar na vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ouve o teu coração,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fala com sinceridade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E escolhe com serenidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Estarei sempre aqui para ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alba Luna - Joana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22098554-116562741683976508?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/116562741683976508/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=116562741683976508' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/116562741683976508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/116562741683976508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2006/12/tua-confidente.html' title='A tua confidente'/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-116552539913723558</id><published>2006-12-07T20:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-09T20:22:04.746Z</updated><title type='text'>Jogos com o coração</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/394/2243/1600/208206/Jogos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/394/2243/320/733971/Jogos.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.olhares.com/data/big/87/877160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.olhares.com/data/big/87/877160.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O que passou pela tua cabeça?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Porque fizeste da minha vida o teu jogo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Chegaste, conquistaste e fizeste acreditar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E agora dizes adeus como se nada fosse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dei o que mais tinha de mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quando julgava que era isso que fazias também&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E agora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nem "desculpa"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Que tipo de sentimentos tens tu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;És má, não se brinca com o coração de um homem...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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/22098554-116552539913723558?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/116552539913723558/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=116552539913723558' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/116552539913723558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/116552539913723558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2006/12/jogos-com-o-corao.html' title='Jogos com o coração'/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-116354315672487840</id><published>2006-11-14T22:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T22:25:56.750Z</updated><title type='text'>Quando me falaste em amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LzlbH_mgIcc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LzlbH_mgIcc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;A primeira vez que me falaste em amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Nunca mais fui a mesma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acordou em mim o que teimava adormecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o meu coração sorriu, como quem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Alcançou a metade que sempre procurou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Amanhã os nossos destinos nunca mais se separarão.&lt;br /&gt;Sei que és tu quem vai acordar a meu lado todos os dias&lt;br /&gt;E a quem poderei dar o primeiro beijo do dia e receber um&lt;br /&gt;Abraço que me abraça por dentro (e não apenas por fora).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/394/2243/1600/An%3F%3Fis%20%285%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 106px; height: 135px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/394/2243/200/An%3F%3Fis%20%285%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;E sei que és tu que me vai esperar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Somos nós que as palavras vão trocar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;E no fim, para sempre felizes ficar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22098554-116354315672487840?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/116354315672487840/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=116354315672487840' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/116354315672487840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/116354315672487840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2006/11/quando-me-falaste-em-amor.html' title='Quando me falaste em amor...'/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-116186894679477488</id><published>2006-10-26T14:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T12:08:48.646Z</updated><title type='text'>E penso em ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.olhares.com/data/big/85/857444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.olhares.com/data/big/85/857444.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E penso em ti.&lt;br /&gt;Na forma como saíste de mim,&lt;br /&gt;O teu gesto ao fechar a porta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de ti mesmo quando te zangas&lt;br /&gt;E quando me repreendes,&lt;br /&gt;És sempre para mim a mais bela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me importo de ver a novela&lt;br /&gt;Ou de ter que te ajudar a escolher a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/394/2243/1600/282144/Homem%20a%20dar%20a%20m%3F%3Fo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/394/2243/200/297007/Homem%20a%20dar%20a%20m%3F%3Fo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cor do vestido&lt;br /&gt;Ou mesmo da cerimónia de receber os teus amigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Percebe que acima de todos os erros,&lt;br /&gt;Acima de todas as birras&lt;br /&gt;Continuas a ser a única dona do meu amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regressa e vamos fazer as pazes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/22098554-116186894679477488?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/116186894679477488/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=116186894679477488' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/116186894679477488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/116186894679477488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2006/10/e-penso-em-ti.html' title='E penso em ti'/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-116186815661507596</id><published>2006-10-26T13:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T14:09:16.663+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Inacreditável</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n-64nGVciZk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n-64nGVciZk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sempre disse que saberia aonde encontrar o amor,&lt;br /&gt;Sempre pensei que eu estaria pronto e forte o&lt;br /&gt;suficiente,&lt;br /&gt;Mas às vezes eu apenas senti que poderia desistir.&lt;br /&gt;Mas agora vieste e mudaste o meu mundo inteiro,&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou em algum lugar em que nunca estive antes,&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu vejo, o que significa o amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Refrão]&lt;br /&gt;Isso é tão inacreditável,&lt;br /&gt;E eu não quero que isso se vá,&lt;br /&gt;Algo tão bonito,&lt;br /&gt;Fluindo como uma cascata.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sinto como se sempre tivesses sido,&lt;br /&gt;Para sempre uma parte de mim.&lt;br /&gt;E isso é tão inacreditável finalmente estar&lt;br /&gt;apaixonado,&lt;br /&gt;Em algum lugar eu nunca pensei que eu estaria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No meu coração, na minha cabeça, é tão claro agora,&lt;br /&gt;Segura a minha mão que não terás mais nada a temer&lt;br /&gt;agora,&lt;br /&gt;Eu estava perdido e tu resgataste-me de alguma&lt;br /&gt;maneira.&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou vivo, eu estou completamente apaixonada por&lt;br /&gt;ti,&lt;br /&gt;E eu nunca estive aqui antes.&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu vejo, o que significa o amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Refrão]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu penso no que eu tenho, e na oportunidade que eu&lt;br /&gt;quase perdi,&lt;br /&gt;Eu não posso evitar mas sofro, e choro.&lt;br /&gt;Ah sim, sofro e choro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Refrão]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu vejo, o que significa o amor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22098554-116186815661507596?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/116186815661507596/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=116186815661507596' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/116186815661507596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/116186815661507596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2006/10/inacreditvel.html' title='Inacreditável'/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-116179882782106306</id><published>2006-10-25T18:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T18:53:47.840+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E és o farol, que me leva a casa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guiando-me em todas as tempestades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tu és o sol que brilha no meu rosto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O abraço quente, a luz dos meus dias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tu és o meu farol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bMm4SrvPo74"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bMm4SrvPo74" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/22098554-116179882782106306?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/116179882782106306/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=116179882782106306' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/116179882782106306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/116179882782106306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2006/10/e-s-o-farol-que-me-leva-casa-guiando.html' title=''/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-116065379281936274</id><published>2006-10-12T12:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T12:50:07.046+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p6V7VbLUvTo"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p6V7VbLUvTo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tonight I celebrate my love for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It seems the natural thing to do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tonight, no one?s going to find us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We?ll leave the world behind us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When I make love to you, tonight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tonight I celebrate my love for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And hope that you can feel that way too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tonight our spirits will be climbin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To a sky lit up with diamonds!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When I make love to you, tonight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tonight I celebrate my love for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And the midnight sun is gonna come shining through,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tonight, there?ll be no distance between us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What I want most of you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Is to get close to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tonight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tonight I celebrate my love for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And soon this old world will seem brand new!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tonight, we will both discover,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How friends turn into lovers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When I make love to you, tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pra alguém especialmente especial hoje =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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/22098554-116065379281936274?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/116065379281936274/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=116065379281936274' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/116065379281936274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/116065379281936274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2006/10/tonight-i-celebrate-my-love-for-you-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-116058665083633573</id><published>2006-10-11T18:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T18:10:50.860+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/394/2243/1600/Wallpaper.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/394/2243/400/Wallpaper.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A verdade de um amor esconde-se na sua sombra&lt;br /&gt;Quando ninguém para ela olha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu já vi a nossa&lt;br /&gt;E é exactamente o que me faz acordar todos os dias feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;És e serás sempre o príncipe da minha vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/22098554-116058665083633573?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/116058665083633573/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=116058665083633573' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/116058665083633573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/116058665083633573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2006/10/verdade-de-um-amor-esconde-se-na-sua.html' title=''/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-115947882900728822</id><published>2006-09-28T22:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T20:31:41.576+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Templo do amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/394/2243/1600/692581.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/394/2243/320/692581.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Psst, meu amor, dá-me a mão!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num sonho, chamo-te comigo.&lt;br /&gt;Nada lá mais existe do que duas pessoas que se amam,&lt;br /&gt;Eu e tu.&lt;br /&gt;Aqui o negro do dia-a-dia desaparece e&lt;br /&gt;A harmonia brota naturalmente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acordo e continuas a meu lado, abraçado.&lt;br /&gt;Sorrio por saber que existe uma&lt;br /&gt;Bolha invisível que protege tudo&lt;br /&gt;O que sentimos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Como te amo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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/22098554-115947882900728822?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/115947882900728822/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=115947882900728822' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/115947882900728822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/115947882900728822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2006/09/templo-do-amor.html' title='Templo do amor'/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-115522331365511001</id><published>2006-08-10T15:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T17:20:04.106+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Num refúgio contigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/394/2243/1600/beijo%20na%20%3F%3Fgua.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/394/2243/200/beijo%20na%20%3F%3Fgua.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Desperto ao som que me embala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Através de um Mp3,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Abro os olhos aos poucos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E descubro-te ao meu lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Descansas pacificamente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ao meu lado, deitados na areia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/394/2243/1600/51624433.img.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/394/2243/200/51624433.img.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As árvores tombam na nossa direcção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Como numa ânsia de nos abrigar à sua sombra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pouco mais existe ali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Além de nós. Estamos num&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Refúgio do mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Do dia a dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ergo-me apoiada no braço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E acaricio-te a face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Com um beijo selo o teu despertar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Vamos ao mar?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sentas-te e sorris para mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pegas-me na mão e conduzes-me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Entramos na água límpida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Onde os corpos se encontram num abraço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Todo o resto do tempo tornou-se infinito numa memória...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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/22098554-115522331365511001?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/115522331365511001/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=115522331365511001' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/115522331365511001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/115522331365511001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2006/08/num-refgio-contigo.html' title='Num refúgio contigo'/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-115494968440719042</id><published>2006-08-07T12:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T16:13:24.103+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu és...As minhas asas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SzcoMF3A2Qk"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SzcoMF3A2Qk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Todos procuram por aquilo&lt;br /&gt;Uma coisa que completa tudo&lt;br /&gt;Você a acha nos lugares mais estranhos&lt;br /&gt;Lugares que você nunca pensou que estariam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguns encontram nos rostos das crianças&lt;br /&gt;Alguns nos olhos de seus amantes&lt;br /&gt;Quem pode negar a alegria que traz&lt;br /&gt;Quando você acha aquela coisa especial&lt;br /&gt;Você voa sem asas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguns encontram dividindo todas as manhãs&lt;br /&gt;Alguns em vidas solitárias&lt;br /&gt;Você acha nas palavras dos outros&lt;br /&gt;Uma simples linha pode te fazer sorrir ou chorar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você acha nas amizades mais profundas&lt;br /&gt;A que você trata com carinho por toda a vida&lt;br /&gt;E quando você sabe o quanto isso&lt;br /&gt;Significa&lt;br /&gt;Você achou aquela coisa especial&lt;br /&gt;Você voa sem asas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tão impossível quanto parece ser&lt;br /&gt;Você tem que lutar por todos os seus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Porque quem sabe&lt;br /&gt;Como você irá&lt;br /&gt;Se está completa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem para mim é acordar ao seu lado&lt;br /&gt;Assistir o sol nascer em seu rosto&lt;br /&gt;Saber que posso dizer que te amo&lt;br /&gt;Em qualquer lugar, a qualquer hora&lt;br /&gt;São pequenas coisas que só eu sei&lt;br /&gt;São essas coisas que te fazem minha&lt;br /&gt;E é como voar sem asas&lt;br /&gt;Porque você é especial&lt;br /&gt;Estou voando sem asas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você é aonde minha vida começa&lt;br /&gt;E é onde ela terminará&lt;br /&gt;Estou voando sem asas&lt;br /&gt;E é essa a alegria que você traz&lt;br /&gt;Estou voando sem asas&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&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/22098554-115494968440719042?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/115494968440719042/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=115494968440719042' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/115494968440719042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/115494968440719042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2006/08/tu-sas-minhas-asas.html' title='Tu és...As minhas asas!'/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-115463121386651561</id><published>2006-08-03T19:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T19:53:33.890+01:00</updated><title type='text'>No céu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;                                              Às portas do céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vês a vida num segundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Deixas a saudade para trás, dos que não vem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Olhas pela última vez, entre as nuvens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A imagem dos que ficam mas vão no coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/394/2243/1600/135Torreeiffel2a.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/394/2243/400/135Torreeiffel2a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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/22098554-115463121386651561?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/115463121386651561/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=115463121386651561' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/115463121386651561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/115463121386651561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2006/08/no-cu.html' title='No céu'/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-115461291245694504</id><published>2006-08-03T14:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T19:29:09.153+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ao piano</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/394/2243/1600/ao%20piano.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/394/2243/320/ao%20piano.3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As teclas do piano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Estão como eu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cansadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;São as minhas companheiras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mais fiéis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Na tristeza e na alegria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Partilhei mais horas da minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Com elas do que com qualquer outra pessoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A elas revelei todos os meus segredos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Agora toco-vos já&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Com uma ponta de saudade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sabendo que o amanhã pode nunca chegar&lt;br /&gt;E que os nossos momentos de melancolia&lt;br /&gt;Estão a terminar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ao som de Evanescence - My Immortal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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/22098554-115461291245694504?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/115461291245694504/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=115461291245694504' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/115461291245694504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/115461291245694504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2006/08/ao-piano.html' title='Ao piano'/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-115410363726556462</id><published>2006-07-28T17:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T17:40:19.676+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Anjo na noite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/394/2243/1600/Angels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/394/2243/320/Angels.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A noite já chegou à muito,&lt;br /&gt;E o brilho da lua chama-me à janela.&lt;br /&gt;Sacio esta minha curiosidade,&lt;br /&gt;Mas ela tem o teu reflexo espelhado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As saudades apertam,&lt;br /&gt;Tenho de te procurar.&lt;br /&gt;Abro a janela e saio, voando,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Enquanto a cidade dorme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cruzo ventos buscando-te,&lt;br /&gt;Vejo a tua janela ao longe.&lt;br /&gt;Deixaste-la entreaberta,&lt;br /&gt;Embeveço ao ver-te dormir tão pacificamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonharás comigo?&lt;br /&gt;Entro no quarto, silenciosamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fico momentos sem fim a contemplar-te,&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me completa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São horas de regressar,&lt;br /&gt;Beijo-te a testa sem te incomodar.&lt;br /&gt;Agora já posso ir pois a saudade acalmei&lt;br /&gt;E sinto que para sempre contigo ficarei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://josecarlos.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/aNJO%20DA%20GUARDA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://josecarlos.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/aNJO%20DA%20GUARDA.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22098554-115410363726556462?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/115410363726556462/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=115410363726556462' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/115410363726556462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/115410363726556462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2006/07/anjo-na-noite.html' title='Anjo na noite'/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-115410251104385299</id><published>2006-07-28T16:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T17:01:51.056+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Em bicos de pés</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/394/2243/1600/603429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/394/2243/320/603429.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mesmo sem estar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Às vezes sinto-me assim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Em bicos de pés.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A razão é o teu amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Melhor dizendo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O nosso amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fico assim mais perto do céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O sol aquece-me carinhosamente o coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E todas as cores ficam mais bonitas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A magia acontece quando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A mão abraça a sua metade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E os olhares dizem palavras de amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22098554-115410251104385299?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/115410251104385299/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=115410251104385299' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/115410251104385299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/115410251104385299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2006/07/em-bicos-de-ps.html' title='Em bicos de pés'/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-115325499484960174</id><published>2006-07-18T21:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T17:04:23.773+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dança fatal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/394/2243/1600/olhar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/394/2243/320/olhar.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Entro na pista&lt;br /&gt;E avisto-te ao longe,&lt;br /&gt;Estás de copo na mão&lt;br /&gt;Junto dos teus amigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sinto-me bem,&lt;br /&gt;A música ajuda,&lt;br /&gt;Estou em sintonia&lt;br /&gt;Com o ambiente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Começo a dançar&lt;br /&gt;Esquecendo o que me rodeia,&lt;br /&gt;Sentes a minha presença&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sem me veres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejo-te admirares-me&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto passo a mão no&lt;br /&gt;Cabelo longo,&lt;br /&gt;Que serpenteia ao longo das costas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atraio-te, não o escondes.&lt;br /&gt;E tu não me és indiferente,&lt;br /&gt;És a razão de lá estar,&lt;br /&gt;Danço para ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hesitas em te aproximar,&lt;br /&gt;Subo a fasquia,&lt;br /&gt;Perdes-te no movimentar do meu corpo,&lt;br /&gt;Não resistes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aproximas-te,&lt;br /&gt;Os corpos há muito que desejam tocarem-se.&lt;br /&gt;Tento resistir mas o teu olhar é fatal.&lt;br /&gt;No segundo seguinte dançamos juntos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sensualidade está no auge,&lt;br /&gt;Hoje a noite terminará&lt;br /&gt;Ambos no mesmo quarto,&lt;br /&gt;O amanhã a ninguém interessa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ao som de Pussycat Dolls - Buttons&lt;br /&gt;Grande som ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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/22098554-115325499484960174?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/115325499484960174/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=115325499484960174' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/115325499484960174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/115325499484960174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2006/07/dana-fatal.html' title='Dança fatal'/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-115279571106166672</id><published>2006-07-13T13:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T18:50:04.460+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Horas passadas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/394/2243/1600/Pensar....jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/394/2243/400/Pensar....jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Perdi conta às horas&lt;br /&gt;Em que ocupas o meu pensamento.&lt;br /&gt;Em que lembro o passado&lt;br /&gt;E imagino o futuro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada me deixa triste,&lt;br /&gt;Nada que lembre ou imagine,&lt;br /&gt;É simplesmente a tua ausência&lt;br /&gt;Que me desanima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas depois lembro-me que me amas,&lt;br /&gt;Independemente da distância que nos separa,&lt;br /&gt;Seja um rio ou um oceano&lt;br /&gt;O sentimento é protegido como que por uma muralha...&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/22098554-115279571106166672?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/115279571106166672/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=115279571106166672' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/115279571106166672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/115279571106166672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2006/07/horas-passadas.html' title='Horas passadas'/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-115227498028879655</id><published>2006-07-07T13:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T21:44:37.306+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Texto de alguém</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Se por um instante, Deus se esquecesse que sou uma marioneta de trapo e me oferecesse um pouco de vida, não &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;diria tudo o que penso mas pensaria tudo o que digo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Daria valor às coisas, não pelo que valem, mas pelo que significam.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dormiria pouco, sonharia mais, porque entendo que cada minuto que fechamos os olhos perdemos sessenta segundos de luz. Andaria quando os outros param, acordaria quando os outros dormem. Ouviria quando os outros falam e como disfrutaria um bom gelado de chocolate!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Se Deus me oferecesse um pouco de vida, vestir-me-ia de forma simples, deixando a descoberto não apenas o meu corpo, mas também a minha alma.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Meu Deus, se eu tivesse um coração, escreveria o meu ódio sobre o gelo e esperava que nascesse o sol.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pintaria com um sonho de Van Gogh sobre as estrelas de um poema de Benedetti e uma canção de Serrat seria a serenata que eu ofereceria à Lua!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Regaria as rosas com as minhas lágrimas para sentir a dor dos seus espinhos e o beijo encarnado das suas pétalas...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Meu Deus, se eu tivesse um pouco de vida...&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;não deixaria passar um só instante sem dizer às pessoas de quem gosto que gosto delas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Convenceria cada mulher ou homem que é o meu favorito e viveria apaixonado pelo amor...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aos homens provar-lhes-ia qcomo estão equivocados ao pensar que deixam de se apaixonar quando envelhecem, sem saberem que envelhecem quando deixam de ser apaixonar!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A uma criança, dar-lhe-ia asas, mas teria de aprender a voar sozinha.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aos velhos ensinar-lhes-ia que a morte não chega com a velhice, mas com o esquecimento.&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;um homem só tem direito a olhar outro de cima para baixo quando vai ajudá-lo a levantar-se&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Tantas foram as coisas que aprendi com vocês, os homens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Aprendi que todo o mundo quer viver em cima da montanha, sem saber que a verdadeira felicidade está em subir a encosta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que, quando um recém-nascido aperta, com a sua pequena mão, pela primeira vez, o dedo de seu pai, o tem agarrado para sempre.&lt;br /&gt;São tantas as coisas que pude aprender convoosco, mas não me irão servir realmente de muito, porque, quando me guardarem dentro dessa maleta, infelizmente estarei a morrer...&lt;br /&gt;Lembrem-se: "&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Tudo que acontece, acontece por uma razão!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mais um texto para reflectirem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/22098554-115227498028879655?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/115227498028879655/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=115227498028879655' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/115227498028879655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/115227498028879655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2006/07/texto-de-algum.html' title='Texto de alguém'/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-115222252456774467</id><published>2006-07-06T22:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T13:24:39.753+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrependimento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://legofish.com/photoblog/archives/stone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://legofish.com/photoblog/archives/stone.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca te devia ter deixado...&lt;br /&gt;Sento-me agora, desesperado,&lt;br /&gt;Na calçada gelada de uma noite de Inverno.&lt;br /&gt;Porque desisti&lt;br /&gt;Quando quase te tive?&lt;br /&gt;Percebo agora que com um pouco&lt;br /&gt;Mais de confiança que te transmitisse&lt;br /&gt;E uma mão pronta a agarrar-te&lt;br /&gt;Quando te soltasses da tua vida e&lt;br /&gt;Saltasses para o meu abraço,&lt;br /&gt;Hoje serias minha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque desisti do que seria&lt;br /&gt;O que de mais belo&lt;br /&gt;Conseguiria alguma vez&lt;br /&gt;Na minha vida conquistar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Choro)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devia ter-me recordado&lt;br /&gt;Dos sonhos que partilhávamos&lt;br /&gt;Deitados no capôt do meu carro&lt;br /&gt;A contemplar uma noite de Verão.&lt;br /&gt;Eu via-los no horizonte escuro,&lt;br /&gt;Certos e destinados para mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque deixei fugir tudo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje estás longe...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje estás com outro alguém...presa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas não posso ficar assim, tenho de descobrir-te&lt;br /&gt;E acordar-te. Falar ao teu coração&lt;br /&gt;Para perceberes que me pertences!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Levanto-me num rompante e corro atrás do sonho)&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/22098554-115222252456774467?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/115222252456774467/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=115222252456774467' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/115222252456774467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/115222252456774467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2006/07/arrependimento.html' title='Arrependimento'/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-115222216387823770</id><published>2006-07-06T22:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T22:42:43.893+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ilmatto.weblog.com.pt/sw/sw5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://ilmatto.weblog.com.pt/sw/sw5.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As palavras são como pedras no ar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Depois de arremessadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não há como remediar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Todos estão à mercê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Da sua dureza mesmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não sendo culpados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Perdoa-me quando sou injusta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E te atinjo com o que não tens culpa de acontecer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas sinto-me tão perdida no meio de sentimentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sobre os quais não sei ter poder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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/22098554-115222216387823770?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/115222216387823770/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=115222216387823770' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/115222216387823770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/115222216387823770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2006/07/as-palavras-so-como-pedras-no-ar.html' title=''/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-115211283379806212</id><published>2006-07-05T16:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T16:25:51.923+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Depois</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pegadasnaareia.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/smile.jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://pegadasnaareia.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/smile.jpg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Convencemo-nos que a vida será melhor depois...&lt;br /&gt;depois de acabar os estudos,&lt;br /&gt;depois de arranjar trabalho,&lt;br /&gt;depois de casarmos,&lt;br /&gt;depois de termos um filho,&lt;br /&gt;depois de termos outro filho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então sentimo-nos frustrados porque os nossos filhos ainda não são suficientemente crescidos e julgamos que seremos mais felizes quando crescerem e deixarem de ser crianças.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois, desesperamos porque são adolescentes, insuportáveis.&lt;br /&gt;Pensamos: ""Seremos mais felizes quando esta fase acabar!".&lt;br /&gt;Então, decidimos que a nossa vida estará completa quando o nosso companheiro ou companheira estiver realizado...&lt;br /&gt;Quanto tivermos um carro melhor...&lt;br /&gt;Quando pudermos ir de férias...&lt;br /&gt;Quando conseguirmos uma promoção...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A verdade é que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;não há melhor momento para ser feliz do que agora!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se não for agora, quando será?&lt;br /&gt;A vida está cheia de depois... É melhor admiti-lo e decidir ser feliz agora, de todas as formas. Não há um depois, nem um caminho para a felicidade, a felicidade é o caminho &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e é agora!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa de esperar até que acabes os estudos...&lt;br /&gt;até que te apaixones...&lt;br /&gt;até que encontres trabalho...&lt;br /&gt;até que te cases...&lt;br /&gt;até que tenhas filhos...&lt;br /&gt;até que eles saiam de casa...&lt;br /&gt;até que te divorcies...&lt;br /&gt;até que percas esses 10 kg...&lt;br /&gt;até sexta-feira à noite ou Domingo de manhã...&lt;br /&gt;até à Primavera, o Verão, o Outono ou o Inverno, ou até que morras&lt;br /&gt;para decidires que não há melhor momento do que justamente &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;este&lt;/span&gt; para seres feliz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A felicidade é um trajecto, não um destino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trabalha como se precisasses de dinheiro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ama&lt;/span&gt; como se nunca te tivessem magoado e&lt;br /&gt;dança como se ninguém estivesse a ver!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;De autor desconhecido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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/22098554-115211283379806212?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/115211283379806212/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=115211283379806212' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/115211283379806212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/115211283379806212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2006/07/depois.html' title='Depois'/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-115203842236088069</id><published>2006-07-04T19:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T19:41:54.046+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Aprender</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://newpartisan.com/images/gotham/Landscape%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://newpartisan.com/images/gotham/Landscape%201.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Depois de algum tempo aprendes a diferença, a subtil diferença entre dar a mão e acorrentar uma alma. E aprendes que amar não significa apoiar-se, e que companhia nem sempre significa segurança. E começas a aprender que beijos não são contratos, e presentes não são promessas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(...) E que não importa o quão boa seja uma pessoa, ela vai ferir-te de vez em quando e precisas perdoá-la por isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aprendes que falar pode aliviar dores emocionais. Descobres que se leva anos para se construir confiança e apenas segundos para destruí-la, e que podes fazer coisas num instante, das quais te arrependerás pelo resto da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aprendes que verdadeiras amizades continuam a crescer mesmo a longas distâncias. E o que importar não é o que tu tens na vida, mas quem tens na vida. (...) Descobres que as pessoas com quem mais te impornas na vida são tiradas de ti muito depressa; por isso, sempre devemos deixar as pessoas que amamos com palavras amorosas; pode ser a última vez que as vemos. (...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aprendes que paciência requer muita prática. (...) Aprendes que quando estás com raiva tens o direito de estar com raiva, mas isso não dá o direito de seres cruel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aprendes que nem sempre é suficiente ser perdoado por alguém. Algumas vezes, tens que aprender a perdoar-te a ti mesmo. Aprendes que com a mesma severidade com que julgas, tu serás em algum momento, condenado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aprendes que não em quantos pedaços o teu coração foi partido, o mundo não pára para que o consertes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E, finalmente, aprendes que o tempo não é algo que possa voltar para trás. Portanto, planta o teu jardim, decora a tua alma, ao invés de esperar que alguém te traga flores. E percebes que realmente podes suportar...que realmente és forte e que podes ir muito mais longe depois de pensar que não se pode mais. E que realmente a vida tem valor e que tu tens valor diante a vida! (...) E só nos faz perder o bem que poderíamos conquistar, o medo de tentar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um texto de Shakespeare que andava por aqui perdido...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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/22098554-115203842236088069?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/115203842236088069/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=115203842236088069' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/115203842236088069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/115203842236088069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2006/07/aprender.html' title='Aprender'/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-115081734850883774</id><published>2006-06-20T16:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T21:24:24.920+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lembras-te?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lembras-te dos dias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Em que nos olhávamos&lt;br /&gt;E apenas os nossos corações&lt;br /&gt;Percebiam &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;o que ainda mais ninguém via?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que foi no primeiro segundo&lt;br /&gt;Que os nossos destinos se cruzaram.&lt;br /&gt;Naquela hora ditou-se&lt;br /&gt;Que eu e tu pertencíamos juntos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui a sítios que nunca ia&lt;br /&gt;Apenas para te poder ver,&lt;br /&gt;Ainda que inconscientemente&lt;br /&gt;E teus simples beijos poder receber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois tentei fugir&lt;br /&gt;Mas tu sentiste que mais me não devias largar&lt;br /&gt;Porque viria a razão do teu sorrir&lt;br /&gt;E a mulher que virias a amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meses passaram&lt;br /&gt;E o inevitável chegou&lt;br /&gt;As nossas vidas finalmente se juntaram&lt;br /&gt;E hoje sou feliz porque o amor triunfou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22098554-115081734850883774?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/115081734850883774/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=115081734850883774' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/115081734850883774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/115081734850883774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2006/06/lembras-te.html' title='Lembras-te?'/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-115081674938122667</id><published>2006-06-20T16:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T21:22:46.583+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Força =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://zindy.zone.dk/images/ecards/love/heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nesta hora decidi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Que existem palavras em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Que a ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tem de ser dedicadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dedicadas como te a mim te entregas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quando me dás a mão para subir mais um degrau,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E me olhas com a confiança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Que tudo ultrapassarei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As horas que deixas passar ao meu lado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dando-me a força da tua companhia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;És tudo para mim meu namorado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E quero que o saibas neste dia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O teu lugar ninguém mais pode roubar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Porque foste tu o primeiro a conquistá-lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E ninguém mais aprenderei a amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Como te amo hoje e para sempre...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ficarei contigo para sempre =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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/22098554-115081674938122667?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/115081674938122667/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=115081674938122667' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/115081674938122667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/115081674938122667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2006/06/fora.html' title='Força =)'/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-115021937110704268</id><published>2006-06-13T18:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T18:22:51.120+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Não tenho tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mehrlicht.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/solidao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://mehrlicht.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/solidao.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Já não há tempo,&lt;br /&gt;Já não tenho para procurar&lt;br /&gt;O que todos procuram uma vida:&lt;br /&gt;O amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contento-me enganada,&lt;br /&gt;Como são as crianças quando dizemos&lt;br /&gt;"Dorme senão vem lá o papão!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A mim a vida diz-me:&lt;br /&gt;"Finge ser amada senão vem lá a solidão!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu fico assim, finjo-me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Deliciada com a tua presença&lt;br /&gt;Quando ela apenas delicia o meu vazio&lt;br /&gt;E não o meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já tive amor, ou o que&lt;br /&gt;Conheci mais perto disso,&lt;br /&gt;Mas ele fugiu.&lt;br /&gt;Agora não tenho tempo nem&lt;br /&gt;Coragem para correr atrás de alguém&lt;br /&gt;Com o coração nas mãos, oferecendo-lho&lt;br /&gt;(Correndo o risco de o deixar cair).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.konoyaro.blogger.com.br/solidao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.konoyaro.blogger.com.br/solidao.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prefiro ficar aqui com ele,&lt;br /&gt;Ele que ocupa as minhas horas&lt;br /&gt;E me faz sorrir, porém,&lt;br /&gt;Não ocupa a minha alma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim finjo estar acompanhada&lt;br /&gt;Quando passeio na rua de mão dada contigo,&lt;br /&gt;No entanto, quando te vais tarde da minha cama&lt;br /&gt;E regresso à minha casa (o coração)&lt;br /&gt;Sinto sempre o mesmo frio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vá, aguenta mais uns minutos.&lt;br /&gt;Em breve o sono virá.&lt;br /&gt;Quando acordar, o sol&lt;br /&gt;Encarregar-se-á mais uma vez de&lt;br /&gt;Me enganar e fazer julgar que sou feliz.&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/22098554-115021937110704268?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/115021937110704268/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=115021937110704268' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/115021937110704268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/115021937110704268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2006/06/no-tenho-tempo.html' title='Não tenho tempo'/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-114950986920800625</id><published>2006-06-05T12:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T13:17:49.220+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Meia Lua</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://chicago.photobloggers.org/archives/half-moon-over-glass-400px.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://chicago.photobloggers.org/archives/half-moon-over-glass-400px.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tu e a lua,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ambos no meu campo de visão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O teu perfil por ela desenhado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E o teu sorriso à sua altura parece pertencer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ambos meios,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ela meia apagada, ainda não me disse porquê,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E tu meio apagado pelo sono,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Metade comigo, metade com ela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas sinto-te a meu lado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É a tua presença física que me adormece,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O teu braço à minha volta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Que segurança me transparece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22098554-114950986920800625?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/114950986920800625/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=114950986920800625' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/114950986920800625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/114950986920800625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2006/06/meia-lua.html' title='Meia Lua'/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-114928110238939842</id><published>2006-06-02T21:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T21:45:02.403+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Até breve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/394/2243/1600/Friends%204%20lifeee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/394/2243/200/Friends%204%20lifeee.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo passou,&lt;br /&gt;E agora o que restou?&lt;br /&gt;A memória de gargalhadas, lágrimas por vezes,&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/394/2243/1600/Montagem4.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/394/2243/200/Montagem4.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas fomos ou não felizes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horas de loucura&lt;br /&gt; Em que o riso e a tolice&lt;br /&gt; Eram a banda sonora&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/394/2243/1600/Visita%20a%20Set%3F%3Fbal%20%2815%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/394/2243/200/Visita%20a%20Set%3F%3Fbal%20%2815%29.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Obrigado por esses momentos.&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dei o que de melhor de mim soube&lt;br /&gt;Fui o que melhor sabia ser&lt;br /&gt;Em breve "Até já" iremos dizer&lt;br /&gt;Mas nunca "adeus".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Novos caminhos agora se descortinam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mas sempre com a certeza que existe um porto seguro,&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/394/2243/1600/18-05-05_1507.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/394/2243/200/18-05-05_1507.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquele conquistado em três anos (até mais)&lt;br /&gt;Onde sempre tudo é puro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até já meus amigos, obrigado por tudo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com um beijo para a eternidade,&lt;br /&gt;Eu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22098554-114928110238939842?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/114928110238939842/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=114928110238939842' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/114928110238939842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/114928110238939842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2006/06/at-breve.html' title='Até breve'/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-114804112147001037</id><published>2006-05-19T13:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T13:18:41.530+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desilusão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.residencexii.org/images/sad-woman2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.residencexii.org/images/sad-woman2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não me castigues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Com o peso do teu silêncio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tu sabes que me diminuis,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E que afastas as minhas forças.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Preciso de ajuda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Olha para mim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu sou alguém!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ou será que para ti nunca fui?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não quero nisso acreditar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Preciso mesmo de ajuda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Já sei que foste,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ou talvez nunca tivesses vindo por inteiro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fui o teu brinquedo nas horas vazias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fui apenas isso na tua vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh, quem me ajuda!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Todos sabiam menos eu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fui atraiçoada pela venda do amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Agora veio a desilusão e deixou-me tudo ver,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ficando assim a sofrer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22098554-114804112147001037?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/114804112147001037/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=114804112147001037' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/114804112147001037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/114804112147001037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2006/05/desiluso.html' title='Desilusão'/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-114772284303297446</id><published>2006-05-15T20:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T21:08:21.693+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O tempo passa por nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E não pára.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ou melhor, ele há-de parar, mas&lt;br /&gt;Não trás data definida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O Homem julga-se dono do seu tempo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Julga-se na capacidade de negar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/nova/time/images/watch.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/nova/time/images/watch.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O que ele trás, por lei do destino.&lt;br /&gt;Pensa poder adiar o que devia ser dito&lt;br /&gt;Para amanhã, o que devia ser feito...&lt;br /&gt;E se o amanhã nunca vier?&lt;br /&gt;E se o "Desculpa-me", o "Quero estar contigo"&lt;br /&gt;Ou mesmo o "Amo-te", ficam por dizer?&lt;br /&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/22098554-114772284303297446?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/114772284303297446/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=114772284303297446' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/114772284303297446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/114772284303297446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2006/05/tempo.html' title='Tempo'/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-114660211188517908</id><published>2006-05-02T21:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T22:55:28.560+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantasmas e assombrações</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://marocas.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/sombra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://marocas.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/sombra.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Estou.&lt;br /&gt;Estou num corredor,&lt;br /&gt;Com vida escrito no chão.&lt;br /&gt;Por detrás de cada porta&lt;br /&gt;Um capítulo da mesma se encerra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma das portas ditará o fim ao labirinto,&lt;br /&gt;Mas isso agora não interessa!&lt;br /&gt;Sei que o sol já vai baixo,&lt;br /&gt;Vejo por aquela janela lá longe.&lt;br /&gt;Um arrepio assoma-se...&lt;br /&gt;Sinto presenças mas nada vejo.&lt;br /&gt;Nada pior é do que além do que teres um inimigo,&lt;br /&gt;Ele ser também invisível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finta-me, assombra-me.&lt;br /&gt;Vai e volta.&lt;br /&gt;Mas mesmo na sua ausência, sei que ele existe.&lt;br /&gt;E quando vem desola-me, sem motivo nem razão.&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu tenho um castelo que conquistei&lt;br /&gt;E construo dia a dia, com a perseverança e esperança&lt;br /&gt;De quem ama, e isso, vale mais do que assombrações!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha, lá vai o fantasma&lt;br /&gt;A contornar a curva no corredor da minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;Adeus, não voltes nunca mais!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/22098554-114660211188517908?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/114660211188517908/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=114660211188517908' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/114660211188517908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/114660211188517908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2006/05/fantasmas-e-assombraes.html' title='Fantasmas e assombrações'/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-114540277297659788</id><published>2006-04-19T00:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T00:28:30.936+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Relógio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://brunoworld.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/relogio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://brunoworld.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/relogio.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvem-se os segundos passar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Descompassados, sem regra nem medida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;És o culpado de tal barafunda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Confundes o meu relógio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ele era certo e sabia sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quando haveria de chegar o próximo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Segundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Agora não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bate ao ritmo que fazes soar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tu és quem confunde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A minha noção de tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Contigo sabe sempre a pouco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh, o meu relógio está louco!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sem ti, eternidade;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Contigo vivido, uma longa verdade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22098554-114540277297659788?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/114540277297659788/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=114540277297659788' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/114540277297659788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/114540277297659788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2006/04/relgio.html' title='Relógio'/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-114480003765819992</id><published>2006-04-12T00:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T01:00:37.670+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ausência</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://maisquepalavras.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/mm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://maisquepalavras.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/mm.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não sei viver com a tua ausência,&lt;br /&gt;Não sei estar&lt;br /&gt;Sem o teu cheiro,&lt;br /&gt;Sem o teu toque,&lt;br /&gt;Sem o nosso contacto visual&lt;br /&gt;E tudo o que sinto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei lidar com a perda,&lt;br /&gt;Ela esmaga-me, vence-me&lt;br /&gt;E trás sempre a insegurança de mão dada.&lt;br /&gt;Eu escudo-me com a realidade&lt;br /&gt;Mas ela tem o poder de me amedrontar&lt;br /&gt;Apenas com a realidade da sua proximidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas há coisas que não podemos mudar,&lt;br /&gt;Há coisas que temos enfrentar,&lt;br /&gt;Aqui e agora.&lt;br /&gt;Vou tentar o consolo de uma realidade que alcanço na mente,&lt;br /&gt;E tentar acreditar que serei tua (e feliz) eternamente.&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/22098554-114480003765819992?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/114480003765819992/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=114480003765819992' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/114480003765819992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/114480003765819992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2006/04/ausncia.html' title='Ausência'/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-114441702224546761</id><published>2006-04-07T14:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T13:30:55.446+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sailstmaarten.com/sail%20sunset.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.sailstmaarten.com/sail%20sunset.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Imaginem-se na proa de um barco,&lt;br /&gt;O sol põe-se do vosso lado esquerdo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.simplicitysailingcharters.com/images/img_boatside_sunset2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.simplicitysailingcharters.com/images/img_boatside_sunset2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O dia está a terminar.&lt;br /&gt;Sentem o vento ameno a acordar-vos&lt;br /&gt;Para a paisagem que à vossa frente impera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tem o infinito à vossa disposição.&lt;br /&gt;A vossa música preferida toca,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A ondulação embala o momento.&lt;br /&gt;Naqueles minutos em que a melodia vos agarra&lt;br /&gt;São livres de tudo,&lt;br /&gt;Apenas o estar tem significado,&lt;br /&gt;Os pensamentos, as tristezas, tudo é deitado ao mar.&lt;br /&gt;São vocês na vossa essência, sente-se grandiosos como&lt;br /&gt;Se esquecem que são.&lt;br /&gt;Dancem o momento, celebrem-no como nunca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ao som de Pólo Norte - A dança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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/22098554-114441702224546761?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/114441702224546761/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=114441702224546761' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/114441702224546761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/114441702224546761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2006/04/imaginem-se-na-proa-de-um-barco-o-sol.html' title=''/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-114432020472115093</id><published>2006-04-06T11:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T14:01:15.020+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Posso ter defeitos, viver ansioso e ficar irritado algumas vezes&lt;br /&gt;Mas não me esqueço que a minha vida é a maior empresa do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;E que posso evitar que ela vá à falência.&lt;br /&gt;Ser feliz é reconhecer que vale a pena viver, apesar de todos os desafios,&lt;br /&gt;Incompreensões e períodos de crise.&lt;br /&gt;Ser feliz é deixar de ser vítima dos problemas&lt;br /&gt;E se tornar autor da sua própria história.&lt;br /&gt;É atravessar desertos fora de si, mas ser capaz&lt;br /&gt;De encontrar um oásis no recôndito da sua alma.&lt;br /&gt;É agradecer a Deus cada manhã pelo milagre da vida.&lt;br /&gt;Ser feliz é não ter medo dos próprios sentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;É saber falar de si mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;É ter coragem para ouvir um "não".&lt;br /&gt;Ter segurança para receber uma crítica, mesmo que injusta.&lt;br /&gt;Pedras no caminho?&lt;br /&gt;Guardo todas, um dia ainda vou construir um castelo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De Fernando Pessoa, recebido por e-mail.&lt;br /&gt;Apenas porque gostei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/22098554-114432020472115093?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/114432020472115093/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=114432020472115093' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/114432020472115093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/114432020472115093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2006/04/posso-ter-defeitos-viver-ansioso-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-114417530576575959</id><published>2006-04-04T19:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T19:28:25.776+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Nunca sonhei com alguém&lt;br /&gt;Como tu,&lt;br /&gt;És mais do que alguma vez&lt;br /&gt;Podia pedir&lt;br /&gt;E do que julgava&lt;br /&gt;Merecer.&lt;br /&gt;És o quero conservar todas&lt;br /&gt;As minhas horas.&lt;br /&gt;Depois de te descobrir&lt;br /&gt;Não te quero mais perder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surgiste de onde&lt;br /&gt;Não esperava,&lt;br /&gt;Quando não esperava&lt;br /&gt;E olhaste-me de forma&lt;br /&gt;Para a qual não&lt;br /&gt;Estava preparada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cativaste-me e&lt;br /&gt;Agora sou prisioneira&lt;br /&gt;Do teu olhar.&lt;br /&gt;A tua forma única de abraçar,&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me a desejar&lt;br /&gt;Todas as horas contigo estar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Escrito ao som de Lil Bow Wow Ft Ciara - Like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/22098554-114417530576575959?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/114417530576575959/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=114417530576575959' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/114417530576575959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/114417530576575959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2006/04/nunca-sonhei-com-algum-como-tu-s-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-114366167535231250</id><published>2006-03-29T20:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T13:57:00.936+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentir e aprender</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://docerebelde.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/M%20gravida%20e%20filho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://docerebelde.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/M%20gravida%20e%20filho.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tenho saudades da segurança,&lt;br /&gt;Da segurança de ser criança&lt;br /&gt;E sentir que está tudo controlado&lt;br /&gt;Por o meu anjo bem amado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho de pensar no que vestir&lt;br /&gt;Apenas limitar-me a sentir,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o resto é contigo,&lt;br /&gt;Meu regaço amigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou prestes a no sono embarcar&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto me vens o cabelo afagar,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo é perfeito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guardo as memórias hoje,&lt;br /&gt;Memórias que quero marcar nos meus filhos também,&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado por me ensinares&lt;br /&gt;O que é ser uma boa mãe.&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/22098554-114366167535231250?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/114366167535231250/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=114366167535231250' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/114366167535231250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/114366167535231250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2006/03/sentir-e-aprender.html' title='Sentir e aprender'/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-114365650902683422</id><published>2006-03-29T19:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T22:04:20.363+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tardes de Primavera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.iwalkdisconnected.blogger.com.br/cerejeira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.iwalkdisconnected.blogger.com.br/cerejeira.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É bom recordar&lt;br /&gt;As nossas tardes de Primavera,&lt;br /&gt;Onde o vento, o sol&lt;br /&gt;E a sombra protectora daquela cerejeira&lt;br /&gt;Faziam parte da pintura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falávamos do passado,&lt;br /&gt;Do presente e ainda&lt;br /&gt;Do futuro, o que hoje vivemos&lt;br /&gt;E que na altura apenas tentávamos adivinhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Correu tudo de forma diferente&lt;br /&gt;Ao que prevíamos, nem melhor nem pior,&lt;br /&gt;Apenas diferente.&lt;br /&gt;Vivemos um dia de cada vez,&lt;br /&gt;Lutando como podemos pelos nossos sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;Confessados um dia à sombra de uma cerejeira...&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/22098554-114365650902683422?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/114365650902683422/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=114365650902683422' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/114365650902683422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/114365650902683422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2006/03/tardes-de-primavera.html' title='Tardes de Primavera'/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-114321090949549193</id><published>2006-03-24T14:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-28T23:58:33.926+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sê a minha realidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://portfolio.kevinthom.com/albums/portraits/sophie_shy_smile.sized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://portfolio.kevinthom.com/albums/portraits/sophie_shy_smile.sized.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não corras, não fujas!&lt;br /&gt;Vá, não te escondas atrás da timidez,&lt;br /&gt;Não encubras o teu sorriso!&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me tocar-te! O que temes?&lt;br /&gt;Temes cair? Temes deixar cair a muralha,&lt;br /&gt;A que me afasta de ti e que te deixa inalcançável?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Desce desse sítio alto, onde &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://paradadegonta.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/castro3rios.resto%20de%20muralha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://paradadegonta.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/castro3rios.resto%20de%20muralha.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;não te chego...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não te quero fazer mal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não, não venho com máscaras, sou eu por inteiro.&lt;br /&gt;Experimenta-me, conhece-me, não me temas por desconhecimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Arrisca-te a amar-me, não te prometo a eternidade&lt;br /&gt;Mas prometo-te a felicidade enquanto durar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me deixes abater pela espera,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://meninadoluar.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/abraco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://meninadoluar.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/abraco.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Podes decidir-te a descer tarde demais...&lt;br /&gt;Vem agora, neste segundo, quero ser teu&lt;br /&gt;E sinto que queres ser minha...&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me mostrar-te o que nunca ninguém te mostrou,&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me ser como realmente sou,&lt;br /&gt;E amar-te como nunca ninguém te amou!&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/22098554-114321090949549193?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/114321090949549193/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=114321090949549193' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/114321090949549193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/114321090949549193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2006/03/s-minha-realidade.html' title='Sê a minha realidade'/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-114296516209838457</id><published>2006-03-21T18:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-21T18:21:36.200Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.rotundaseencruzilhadas.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Rotundas e encruzilhadas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado, é só o que posso dizer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22098554-114296516209838457?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/114296516209838457/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=114296516209838457' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/114296516209838457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/114296516209838457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2006/03/rotundas-e-encruzilhadas-obrigado-s-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-114288569301604099</id><published>2006-03-20T18:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-22T19:33:06.343Z</updated><title type='text'>Promessas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://divadaqueca.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/chorar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://divadaqueca.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/chorar.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A falta de amor&lt;br /&gt;Fechou a porta&lt;br /&gt;Que dava ao reino da fantasia.&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto ele estava ainda entregue&lt;br /&gt;Ao pacífico descanso&lt;br /&gt;Que o sono lhe proporcionava,&lt;br /&gt;Ela desviou os lençóis e sentou-se na cama.&lt;br /&gt;Olhou pela janela e questionou a coragem disponível&lt;br /&gt;Para aceitar que aquele ciclo da sua vida tinha terminado.&lt;br /&gt;Decidiu por fim, tinha de ser!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levantou-se, foi até à casa de banho&lt;br /&gt;E parou em frente ao espelho.&lt;br /&gt;O reflexo que a imagem lhe apresenta é triste,&lt;br /&gt;É de alguém que perdeu todos os seus sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;Que perdeu a vontade e o sentido de os conservar.&lt;br /&gt;O percurso habitual das suas lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;Parecia estar bem marcado nas suas faces,&lt;br /&gt;Onde horas e horas a fio, enquanto o esperava,&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto esperava o amor que nunca chegou,&lt;br /&gt;Elas correram...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de vestida&lt;br /&gt;E de mala na mão (cheia de fragmentos da sua vida)&lt;br /&gt;Olha mais uma vez a cama.&lt;br /&gt;Lá está ele, deitado de tronco nu, de bruços estendido,&lt;br /&gt;Respirando calmamente, desconhecendo o que naquele momento&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo à sua frente acontece.&lt;br /&gt;O homem um dia que lhe prometeu a felicidade,&lt;br /&gt;Que prometeu amá-la toda a vida&lt;br /&gt;Como na hora em que o prometeu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fechou a porta do quarto e foi-se para sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As promessas,&lt;br /&gt;Nada sustentam na vida!&lt;br /&gt;Não façamos a nossa vida baseada em promessas&lt;br /&gt;Pois elas não são eternas e não se mantém por si sós.&lt;br /&gt;Somos nós o seu sustento, o nosso esforço&lt;br /&gt;É que lhes dá sentido!&lt;br /&gt;Não prometam, cumpram apenas!&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/22098554-114288569301604099?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/114288569301604099/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=114288569301604099' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/114288569301604099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/114288569301604099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2006/03/promessas.html' title='Promessas'/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-114246013309234598</id><published>2006-03-15T21:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-17T23:03:29.163Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hoje veio-me esta frase ao pensamento:&lt;br /&gt;"Só ao errar sabemos o que é certo...".&lt;br /&gt;Tem razão de ser.&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/22098554-114246013309234598?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/114246013309234598/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=114246013309234598' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/114246013309234598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/114246013309234598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2006/03/hoje-veio-me-esta-frase-ao-pensamento.html' title=''/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-114202071342994619</id><published>2006-03-10T19:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-10T19:59:39.873Z</updated><title type='text'>Um silêncio, um olhar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Em passada apressada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/394/2243/1600/eye_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/394/2243/320/eye_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Assim percorrem eles a rua&lt;br /&gt;E eu aqui sentada&lt;br /&gt;Conheço a história que se lê na lua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Traços de mágoa&lt;br /&gt;Estão escritos naquelas faces,&lt;br /&gt;É claro como a água&lt;br /&gt;Que tudo da vida, fases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flutuam desconhecendo&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que à volta os rodeia,&lt;br /&gt;Rumam padecendo&lt;br /&gt;De uma grande cegueira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mais fútil, vazio e sem sentido&lt;br /&gt;É o que mais interessa,&lt;br /&gt;Seja objectos ou pessoas, é o mais apetecido&lt;br /&gt;E que possa ser consumido com prazer e depressa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitos guardam consigo mágoas&lt;br /&gt;Do que não deviam ter feito&lt;br /&gt;Ou do que deixaram por fazer,&lt;br /&gt;Mas que podemos mudar se o mundo não é perfeito?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuo aqui no meu canto,&lt;br /&gt;Esperando um olhar,&lt;br /&gt;Um que me faça algo despertar&lt;br /&gt;E que no seu silêncio vida me transmita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Escrito à um ano, talvez.&lt;br /&gt;Inspiração vinda de Setúbal...prece atendida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22098554-114202071342994619?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/114202071342994619/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=114202071342994619' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/114202071342994619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/114202071342994619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2006/03/um-silncio-um-olhar.html' title='Um silêncio, um olhar'/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-114190745255282725</id><published>2006-03-09T12:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-15T19:59:41.613Z</updated><title type='text'>Para ti (II)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/394/2243/1600/Sem%20t%3F%3Ftulo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/394/2243/320/Sem%20t%3F%3Ftulo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E partiste...&lt;br /&gt;Num raio de sol a doirar,&lt;br /&gt;Na espuma embarcaste&lt;br /&gt;E para nunca mais voltar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foste sorridente&lt;br /&gt;Na esperança de encontrar a felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Eu fiquei agarrada ao presente,&lt;br /&gt;Recordando-te com saudade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respeitei o teu desejo&lt;br /&gt;Por mais o abismo que me fizeste cair,&lt;br /&gt;Um futuro brilhante prevejo&lt;br /&gt;Mas nele não me vejo incluir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mal estas quadras consigo escrever&lt;br /&gt;Os olhos não querem encarar&lt;br /&gt;A realidade que terei de viver,&lt;br /&gt;Só me resta chorar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sentimento que por ti nutro&lt;br /&gt;Peço à tua memória que não apague,&lt;br /&gt;Receio que nunca mais outra&lt;br /&gt;Goste de ti como eu...de verdade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É tudo que tenho para te dizer&lt;br /&gt;É tudo que o coração ditou,&lt;br /&gt;As memórias irei eternamente rever&lt;br /&gt;Esta...que tanto de ti gostou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;04/06/04&lt;br /&gt;Para o ciumento ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/22098554-114190745255282725?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/114190745255282725/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=114190745255282725' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/114190745255282725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/114190745255282725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2006/03/para-ti-ii.html' title='Para ti (II)'/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-114185262287199470</id><published>2006-03-08T21:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-29T17:58:47.203+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Foi para ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/394/2243/1600/Ela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/394/2243/320/Ela.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Parei para ver,&lt;br /&gt;Temi pois à minha frente vi&lt;br /&gt;Tantos caminhos por onde correr&lt;br /&gt;E sem saber por onde seguir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejo pessoas fúteis à minha volta&lt;br /&gt;Que apenas servem para me distrair,&lt;br /&gt;E eu fico assim sem saber para onde partir&lt;br /&gt;Pois a minha vida fica revolta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magoo quem não queria&lt;br /&gt;Não amo quem devia,&lt;br /&gt;Mas o coração ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Controla como por magia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era bom destinar&lt;br /&gt;O que sentir e fazer,&lt;br /&gt;Muito menos faríamos sofrer&lt;br /&gt;E talvez mais feliz iríamos ficar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fico à espera de uma luz aparecer&lt;br /&gt;Para que me ajude a encontrar&lt;br /&gt;O caminho a escolher&lt;br /&gt;E mais leve assim, poder levitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hoje apeteceu-me desenterrar este texto com dois anos, dedicado a alguém...&lt;/span&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/22098554-114185262287199470?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/114185262287199470/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=114185262287199470' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/114185262287199470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/114185262287199470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2006/03/foi-para-ti.html' title='Foi para ti'/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-114181916378082963</id><published>2006-03-08T11:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-08T12:36:10.146Z</updated><title type='text'>Recordem neste dia!</title><content type='html'>Hoje, conservem!&lt;br /&gt;Recordem como foi o primeiro olhar,&lt;br /&gt;Como aquela mulher mexeu convosco,&lt;br /&gt;O que olhos diziam nos dias de paixão intensa,&lt;br /&gt;Como ela pedia o vosso toque...&lt;br /&gt;Não esqueçam, por mais que o tempo tente apagar!&lt;br /&gt;Beijam-na como se fosse a primeira vez,&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que ela esteja diferente exteriormente&lt;br /&gt;A essência interior permanece...&lt;br /&gt;Digam o quanto gostam dessa mulher,&lt;br /&gt;Não deixem o próximo segundo chegar&lt;br /&gt;E simplesmente, apagar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22098554-114181916378082963?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/114181916378082963/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=114181916378082963' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/114181916378082963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/114181916378082963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2006/03/recordem-neste-dia.html' title='Recordem neste dia!'/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-114176467823240153</id><published>2006-03-07T20:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-08T00:28:46.790Z</updated><title type='text'>Mais do que palavras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.shoppersdrugmart.ca/english/beauty/products/quo_cosmetics/lips/images/lips_home_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.shoppersdrugmart.ca/english/beauty/products/quo_cosmetics/lips/images/lips_home_01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É mais do que palavras&lt;br /&gt;O que sente&lt;br /&gt;E não se explica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É mais do que sílabas perdidas no ar&lt;br /&gt;O que sinto aqui e agora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Não fales!" diz ele ao tocar-me gentilmente&lt;br /&gt;Com os seus dedos na minha boca,&lt;br /&gt;"Ouve apenas o que o meu coração te diz..."&lt;br /&gt;E sela a frase com um beijo.&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/22098554-114176467823240153?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/114176467823240153/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=114176467823240153' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/114176467823240153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/114176467823240153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2006/03/mais-do-que-palavras.html' title='Mais do que palavras'/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-114164904974503814</id><published>2006-03-06T12:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-07T20:56:34.353Z</updated><title type='text'>Ritmo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://metropolis.japantoday.com/xmg/589/dirty-dancing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://metropolis.japantoday.com/xmg/589/dirty-dancing.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A música tocava,&lt;br /&gt;Andava pelo ar e envolvia-los.&lt;br /&gt;Os corpos ao mesmo ritmo&lt;br /&gt;Moviam-se à mesma batida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhos nos olhos,&lt;br /&gt;Palavras não eram necessárias naquele momento.&lt;br /&gt;As palmas das mãos juntas num momento de carinho,&lt;br /&gt;Num momento único de fusão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estavam na mesma dimensão,&lt;br /&gt;Uma bem longe de todos os que os rodeavam&lt;br /&gt;Onde apenas o toque e olhar viviam&lt;br /&gt;E a respiração acelerada no pescoço...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma mão descia vertiginosamente&lt;br /&gt;Parando no fundo das costas, pele suave que acorda os sentidos...&lt;br /&gt;Pertencem-se, nada pode esse sentimento mudar...&lt;br /&gt;Deixem ser o amor o caminho a ditar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22098554-114164904974503814?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/114164904974503814/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=114164904974503814' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/114164904974503814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/114164904974503814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2006/03/ritmo.html' title='Ritmo...'/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-114130320411108704</id><published>2006-03-02T11:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-04T21:41:04.316Z</updated><title type='text'>Fuga</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Entra no carro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Compõe o cabelo, liga o motor&lt;br /&gt;E põe o rádio a tocar.&lt;br /&gt;Olha para o lado, vendo o portão fechado&lt;br /&gt;Arranca sem mais olhar para trás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parte ouvindo a música&lt;br /&gt;Que suavemente a acompanha sem lamento&lt;br /&gt;Nesta nova jornada.&lt;br /&gt;Quer fechar aquele p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ortão para sempre,&lt;br /&gt;Quer fechar este capítulo da sua história!&lt;br /&gt;Afastar-se das paredes frias, sem afecto,&lt;br /&gt;Pintadas de solidão que encerram aquela casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continua a viagem sem saber o seu final,&lt;br /&gt;Curvando e acelerando desenfreadamente por vezes,&lt;br /&gt;Como se o passado a perseguisse!&lt;br /&gt;Acelera, buscando o reconforto que teima em não chegar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trava! Imobiliza o carro no miradouro do futuro&lt;br /&gt;Onde uma névoa teima em não descortinar o que esconde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senta-se na frente do automóvel&lt;br /&gt;E espera que o sol rompa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fotografia-na.net/data/media/9/DSC_2888-25-03-05-Abadday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.fotografia-na.net/data/media/9/DSC_2888-25-03-05-Abadday.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22098554-114130320411108704?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/114130320411108704/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=114130320411108704' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/114130320411108704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/114130320411108704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2006/03/fuga.html' title='Fuga'/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-114121194813762639</id><published>2006-03-01T11:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-01T22:16:45.836Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Desce as escadas&lt;br /&gt;Sem rumo.&lt;br /&gt;Pára no último degrau, suspira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abre a porta do antigo prédio&lt;br /&gt;E é bafejada pelo vento.&lt;br /&gt;Olha para a esquerda e para a direita,&lt;br /&gt;Naquela avenida movimentada, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;cheia de vida e&lt;br /&gt;Sem vida para lhe dar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segue o passeio que conduz&lt;br /&gt;Ao reconforto do Tejo.&lt;br /&gt;Chegada onde os seus pés a guiaram,&lt;br /&gt;Senta-se.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mantém os óculos de sol&lt;br /&gt;Que a protegem dele e das pessoas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/394/2243/1600/Torre%20de%20Bel%3F%3Fm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/394/2243/200/Torre%20de%20Bel%3F%3Fm.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha o Tejo e uma vontade de chorar subitamente surge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;smo tempo, uma mão pousa no seu ombro!&lt;br /&gt;Todas as suas células despertam, o seu corpo reage&lt;br /&gt;Instintivamente ao toque...&lt;br /&gt;A sua pele conhece já aquela pele...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha para a mão, e levanta o rosto até aos olhos,&lt;br /&gt;Olhos que a fazem perder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pede ao Tejo telepaticamente:&lt;br /&gt;"Leva as minhas tristezas! Neste segundo já não tem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;razão de existir!"&lt;br /&gt;E perde-se num abraço em Belém, ao final de tarde...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pensadora2.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/abraco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://pensadora2.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/abraco.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22098554-114121194813762639?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/114121194813762639/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=114121194813762639' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/114121194813762639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/114121194813762639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2006/03/desce-as-escadas-sem-rumo.html' title=''/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-114106489462236337</id><published>2006-02-27T18:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-27T19:23:22.933Z</updated><title type='text'>Eternidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.olhares.com/data/big/51/517670.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.olhares.com/data/big/51/517670.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É difícil acreditar&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que com ela se passou.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca imaginou que existissem certos sentimentos...&lt;br /&gt;É um mundo novo que descobre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais completa se sente,&lt;br /&gt;Feliz, com vontade sempre de sorrir.&lt;br /&gt;Existem momentos que deveriam&lt;br /&gt;Durar para sempre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela pede:&lt;br /&gt;"Guia-me pelo caminho chamado felicidade"&lt;br /&gt;E ele sussurra:&lt;br /&gt;"Não me largues a mão, então!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela pensa:&lt;br /&gt;"Como pode ele amar-me?"&lt;br /&gt;E considera-se abençoada,&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto limpa uma lágrima que teima em fugir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/22098554-114106489462236337?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/114106489462236337/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=114106489462236337' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/114106489462236337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/114106489462236337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2006/02/eternidade.html' title='Eternidade'/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-113995517065575935</id><published>2006-02-14T22:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-14T22:12:50.666Z</updated><title type='text'>Desconsolo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://papoilas.no.sapo.pt/saudade-ricardotavares.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://papoilas.no.sapo.pt/saudade-ricardotavares.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Saudade magoa,&lt;br /&gt;Sufoca, rouba os pensamentos.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto a falta da magia,&lt;br /&gt;Do sonho que vivo quando encontro a minha luz.&lt;br /&gt;O mundo desaparece,&lt;br /&gt;As luzes apagam-se,&lt;br /&gt;E fico eu e tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doce...indescritível!&lt;br /&gt;Forte...avassalador!&lt;br /&gt;É assim que mexes com a minha alma&lt;br /&gt;E a fazes sentir viva de novo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, nada me consola!&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/22098554-113995517065575935?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/113995517065575935/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=113995517065575935' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/113995517065575935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/113995517065575935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2006/02/desconsolo.html' title='Desconsolo'/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-113959549897426416</id><published>2006-02-10T17:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-10T18:21:23.403Z</updated><title type='text'>Medo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://seremmim.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/g142%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://seremmim.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/g142%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A insegurança anda de mão dada com o medo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Medo de errar, medo de perder, medo apenas.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escondemo-nos para um segredo,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corremos para a rua seguinte&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ele segue-nos de sorriso rasgado,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orgulhoso por nos fazer sentir minúsculos, impotentes.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quase choramos como quem busca o colo da mãe de novo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser inconsciente de novo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quero ter medo da sombra do meu armário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E não vontade de me enfiar dentro dele,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero rebolar no chão e empoeirar-me&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem pensar que me estou a sujar,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e não pensar.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Acelero o passo com a respiração já ofegante,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejo-o aproximar-se com um ar triunfal&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto grita "Tens de decidir, não fujas!"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh não, eu não quero!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corto à esquerda e depois à direita&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E de repente estaco! Um precipício!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como pode dar a minha fuga aqui?&lt;br /&gt;Eu pensava que sabia para onde ia!&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensamos que sabemos, mas não sabemos.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fugimos do que não podemos fugir.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É mais fácil esconder que vencer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É mais fácil pensar do que agir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas mais fácil seria mesmo&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sermos apenas...&lt;br /&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/22098554-113959549897426416?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/113959549897426416/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=113959549897426416' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/113959549897426416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/113959549897426416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2006/02/medo.html' title='Medo'/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-113949151240632268</id><published>2006-02-09T12:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-09T13:25:12.416Z</updated><title type='text'>Um olhar, que poder!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://naturalezamuerta.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/Para%20ti%20Xandy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://naturalezamuerta.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/Para%20ti%20Xandy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Como pode um olhar ter tanto poder?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como pode ele entrar na alma sem licença?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me sem saber o que fazer, &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo fingir indiferença!&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O meu olhar não sabe mentir,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não sabe esconder,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele diz tudo o que estou a sentir&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo quando eu me queria perder...&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um olhar, um reflexo,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um espelho de alma,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O centro do universo,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Algo que acalma...&lt;br /&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/22098554-113949151240632268?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/113949151240632268/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=113949151240632268' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/113949151240632268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/113949151240632268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2006/02/um-olhar-que-poder.html' title='Um olhar, que poder!'/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-113944200357116631</id><published>2006-02-08T23:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-08-03T14:29:05.230+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Minha luz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://troll-urbano.weblog.com.pt/arquivo/maos%2012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://troll-urbano.weblog.com.pt/arquivo/maos%2012.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ainda bem que existe uma luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que nasce para mim ao anoitecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Olhar que me conduz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que me faz enternecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa luz é pedaço do meu ser,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Essa luz pertence-me já,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como se pode assim um sentimento ter,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Há amizades assim, há?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22098554-113944200357116631?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/113944200357116631/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=113944200357116631' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/113944200357116631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/113944200357116631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2006/02/minha-luz.html' title='Minha luz'/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-113942449737985189</id><published>2006-02-08T18:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-08-03T14:28:21.006+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Difícil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://arquivovideo.com.sapo.pt/158717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://arquivovideo.com.sapo.pt/158717.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Difícil é escolher,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Difícil é pensar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E decidir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quero-me perder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Venha uma corrente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E leve-me para o desconhecido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Talvez assim ausente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me consiga encontrar comigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Apenas quero estar bem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quero apenas encontrar sossego,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Será tão difícil encontrar o que me convém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E parar este degredo?&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/22098554-113942449737985189?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/113942449737985189/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=113942449737985189' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/113942449737985189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/113942449737985189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2006/02/difcil.html' title='Difícil'/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-113933912717074112</id><published>2006-02-07T18:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-08-03T14:27:12.356+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Num dia de Inverno</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://minhavidaminhaalma.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/chuva.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://minhavidaminhaalma.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/chuva.bmp" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Sentada à janela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Vejo a chuva cair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Estou a ver naquela gota&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;A minha história ruir!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Pára! Volta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Vejo desintegrar-se no chão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Assim como a saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Desintegra a razão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Quero agarrar cada segundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;E guardá-lo no regaço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Num suspiro profundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Rasgo as minhas dores pedaço a pedaço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Pedaços, nas lágrimas do céu dissolvidos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Onde vejo episódios da minha existência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Outrora vividos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Mas ainda hoje recordados com insistência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22098554-113933912717074112?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/113933912717074112/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=113933912717074112' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/113933912717074112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/113933912717074112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2006/02/num-dia-de-inverno.html' title='Num dia de Inverno'/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22098554.post-113933525930073544</id><published>2006-02-07T17:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-07T18:23:59.526Z</updated><title type='text'>Maresia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/394/2243/1600/Praia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/394/2243/400/Praia.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;À beira-mar&lt;br /&gt;Me encontro&lt;br /&gt;E com pesar,&lt;br /&gt;Me desencontro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque nasci?&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém me cala esta questão.&lt;br /&gt;Apenas sei que aqui,&lt;br /&gt;Sou mais uma nesta dimensão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejo caras e rostos&lt;br /&gt;Em cada onda do mar,&lt;br /&gt;Será ele a solução para os meus desgostos?&lt;br /&gt;Valerá a pena a minha alma entregar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O vento frio&lt;br /&gt;Toca-me a face,&lt;br /&gt;Enfatizando o meu vazio,&lt;br /&gt;Só espero que isto passe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para cima olho&lt;br /&gt;Como quem faz um pedido,&lt;br /&gt;                                                                    Apenas me dá consolo,&lt;br /&gt;                                                                    Saber que o silêncio é amigo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22098554-113933525930073544?l=diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/feeds/113933525930073544/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22098554&amp;postID=113933525930073544' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/113933525930073544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22098554/posts/default/113933525930073544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diasdeinspiracao.blogspot.com/2006/02/maresia.html' title='Maresia'/><author><name>Eu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hJgRhaxtU6s/S6f4tk_uEII/AAAAAAAAADY/v1HzHx2bqwQ/S220/DSCN1319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
