<?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-2505792104488200605</id><updated>2011-07-08T04:57:35.658+01:00</updated><category term='Prémio'/><category term='Homenagem'/><category term='Desabafos'/><category term='Solidão'/><category term='Amor'/><category term='Dùvida'/><category term='Ideias'/><category term='Saudade'/><title type='text'>Onde me Esperas?</title><subtitle type='html'>Obrigado pela visita, espero que gostes:)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SqEeIOs7LzI/AAAAAAAAASg/5Y0SDdaDJ7A/s1600-h/planet+earth+people-in-street.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SqEeIOs7LzI/AAAAAAAAASg/5Y0SDdaDJ7A/s320/planet+earth+people-in-street.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377612556791394098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gente feliz...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gente contente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;não sabe o que diz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e sai indiferente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gente que vai...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gente que vem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gente que sai,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sem saber com quem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gente bondosa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gente sumitica,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que vai orgulhosa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e tudo critica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gente estudada...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gente inculta...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gente calada,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pois o silêncio insulta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gente malandra...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gente correcta...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gente que abranda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ao chegar à meta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nada mais do que gente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;numa chamada urgente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;para aquilo que realmente somos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;gente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/2505792104488200605-4430826906831118676?l=ondemeesperas.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SL2J7QEyfvI/AAAAAAAAALI/pbkUfiuAZec/S220/A+olhar+p%C3%B3+balao!_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SqEeIOs7LzI/AAAAAAAAASg/5Y0SDdaDJ7A/s72-c/planet+earth+people-in-street.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505792104488200605.post-3152345647188467558</id><published>2009-08-02T19:07:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T19:26:31.952+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>O Amor é isto e nada mais...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SnXZq-C0ktI/AAAAAAAAASY/aVx8x52_yFE/s1600-h/Rene_Magrite_-_thelovers2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365433863314379474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SnXZq-C0ktI/AAAAAAAAASY/aVx8x52_yFE/s320/Rene_Magrite_-_thelovers2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Magrite - The Lovers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Delicadamente te olho &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e ao olhar-te me encolho,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;como se a vida fosse isto,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;isto e nada mais,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sem que no final, fique mal visto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Observo o meu lado animal,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Igual a outros que tal,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que mesmo sendo iguais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;em nada são semelhantes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fazendo-nos assim sentir distantes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;De outras faces tão próximas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Já me senti idêntico,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no corpo, na alma e na mente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mas hoje sinto-me igual,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais do que conscientemente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e de uma forma coerente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;levado pela corrente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;num enorme amor excêntrico&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;com aquela pessoa, a tal...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O amor é isto e nada mais...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2505792104488200605-3152345647188467558?l=ondemeesperas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/feeds/3152345647188467558/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505792104488200605&amp;postID=3152345647188467558&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/3152345647188467558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/3152345647188467558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-amor-e-isto-e-nada-mais.html' title='O Amor é isto e nada 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Educação do Porto e estou a tentar lançar um novo blog sobre a temática do património edificado.&lt;br /&gt;Procuro edificios, monumentos, obras de arte, tradições, costumes entre outras, que estejam em mau estado, que foram mal restaurados ou que correm o risco de se perderem nos tempos.&lt;br /&gt;Se souberem algum caso em que isto acontece pedia para deixarem uma mensagem ou contacto, dizendo a zona e o bem que corre risco de forma a fazer uma busca por informação.&lt;br /&gt;Agradecia a participação de todos que tenham algo a dizer, para que desta forma tenha noticias e dados para usar no novo blog e fazer dele um meio de divulgação para esta problematica que assoimbra este país.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2505792104488200605-4196930333217058909?l=ondemeesperas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SL2J7QEyfvI/AAAAAAAAALI/pbkUfiuAZec/S220/A+olhar+p%C3%B3+balao!_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505792104488200605.post-6147293593975162790</id><published>2009-07-06T18:51:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T19:04:17.978+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homenagem'/><title type='text'>Barcelos, minha cidade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SlI8E7OmgoI/AAAAAAAAASQ/7kefAamsOrI/s1600-h/DSC08391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355408962213020290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 356px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SlI8E7OmgoI/AAAAAAAAASQ/7kefAamsOrI/s320/DSC08391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto - Paulo Rego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barcelos, cidade dos desejos,&lt;br /&gt;Cidade das maravilhas,&lt;br /&gt;Não do mundo mas das minhas,&lt;br /&gt;Perdidas entre abraços e beijos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;És mãe de muitos filhas,&lt;br /&gt;Filhas idênticas mas nunca iguais,&lt;br /&gt;Ao olhar o que tens e tinhas&lt;br /&gt;Vejo que perdeste os teus pais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cidade de memórias,&lt;br /&gt;Cidade de glórias,&lt;br /&gt;Cidade da ave&lt;br /&gt;Onde todo um país cabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foste grande,&lt;br /&gt;Não és pequena,&lt;br /&gt;O teu corpo se expande&lt;br /&gt;Com toda a minha pena,&lt;br /&gt;Perdendo-se assim quem foste e quem és...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2505792104488200605-6147293593975162790?l=ondemeesperas.blogspot.com' alt='' 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height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SL2J7QEyfvI/AAAAAAAAALI/pbkUfiuAZec/S220/A+olhar+p%C3%B3+balao!_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SlI8E7OmgoI/AAAAAAAAASQ/7kefAamsOrI/s72-c/DSC08391.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505792104488200605.post-8698102070485844683</id><published>2009-05-11T18:51:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T02:09:45.282+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prémio'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Este selo foi-me oferecido pela Tyta :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6QiwklnOKw/SgauLmOgIwI/AAAAAAAAADU/66yPrjxnwPk/s1600-h/SELO_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6QiwklnOKw/SgauLmOgIwI/AAAAAAAAADU/66yPrjxnwPk/s320/SELO_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334142322930098946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que temos a fazer é o seguinte:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1º - Colocar o selo no blogue&lt;br /&gt;2º - Divulgar as regras&lt;br /&gt;3º - Dizer 5 coisas que gosto na vida&lt;br /&gt;4º - Indicar 10 blogues para os quais o envio&lt;br /&gt;5º - Informar os blogues indicados que receberam o selo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;E então 5 coisas que eu gosto na vida:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Gosto do meu curso e do que estou a aprender...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Gosto do sol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Gosto da lua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Gosto de coleccionar livros de poesia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Gosto da minha cidade mesmo estando fora dela... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;E agora deixo o desafio a:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://mentirososnaomentem2.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://mythingsaboutyou.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://marta-amaral.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://ninita-de-sempre.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://paredes-nuas.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://sentimentosvaos.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://a-verdade-apanha-se-com-enganos.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acho que já chega:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://letras-e-paixoes.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2505792104488200605-8698102070485844683?l=ondemeesperas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/feeds/8698102070485844683/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505792104488200605&amp;postID=8698102070485844683&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/8698102070485844683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/8698102070485844683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/2009/05/desafio-do-joao-este-selo-foi-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Martim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11473372913138896788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SL2J7QEyfvI/AAAAAAAAALI/pbkUfiuAZec/S220/A+olhar+p%C3%B3+balao!_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U6QiwklnOKw/SgauLmOgIwI/AAAAAAAAADU/66yPrjxnwPk/s72-c/SELO_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505792104488200605.post-3677795213884923298</id><published>2009-03-04T17:45:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-04T17:59:56.251Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ideias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dùvida'/><title type='text'>Sabes?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/Sa7BX9cVUZI/AAAAAAAAARg/Bl9tqGRS0FU/s1600-h/6_separados_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309393628090945938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/Sa7BX9cVUZI/AAAAAAAAARg/Bl9tqGRS0FU/s320/6_separados_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sabes o que é gostar?&lt;br /&gt;Sabes o que é querer por amar?&lt;br /&gt;È um querer intensamente,&lt;br /&gt;È um gostar que não é de repente,&lt;br /&gt;É uma vontade que nasce em nós,&lt;br /&gt;É um desejo de querer estar a sós&lt;br /&gt;Para matar todo o desejo sustido na alma,&lt;br /&gt;E voltar a sentir simplesmente, calma…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando a mente pede, o corpo satisfaz...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2505792104488200605-3677795213884923298?l=ondemeesperas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/feeds/3677795213884923298/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505792104488200605&amp;postID=3677795213884923298&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/3677795213884923298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/3677795213884923298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/2009/03/sabes.html' title='Sabes?'/><author><name>Martim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11473372913138896788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SL2J7QEyfvI/AAAAAAAAALI/pbkUfiuAZec/S220/A+olhar+p%C3%B3+balao!_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/Sa7BX9cVUZI/AAAAAAAAARg/Bl9tqGRS0FU/s72-c/6_separados_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505792104488200605.post-3298992261459346913</id><published>2009-02-26T18:45:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-02-26T19:10:43.712Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SabmpBmg_kI/AAAAAAAAARQ/njiDZ3cY1Hc/s1600-h/Hurt_Rapture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307182803381714498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 386px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SabmpBmg_kI/AAAAAAAAARQ/njiDZ3cY1Hc/s320/Hurt_Rapture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vida, perdida,&lt;br /&gt;Que um dia foi querida&lt;br /&gt;Mas que hoje está ferida,&lt;br /&gt;No seu sentido de existir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que mais há para vir?&lt;br /&gt;Que mais posso eu pedir&lt;br /&gt;Para completar isto que tenho?&lt;br /&gt;Nada digo eu, nada,&lt;br /&gt;Porque já encontrei um fim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivo assim,&lt;br /&gt;A roubar tudo para mim.&lt;br /&gt;Tornei-me ganancioso,&lt;br /&gt;Pelo amanhã, sempre ansioso,&lt;br /&gt;Porque o hoje nunca chega&lt;br /&gt;Para obter tudo que sonho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estranhas letras componho,&lt;br /&gt;Nesta fraca sinfonia,&lt;br /&gt;A solidão que me devorava,&lt;br /&gt;Viu que em mim, nada existia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivo na bruma.&lt;br /&gt;Vivo de perguntas&lt;br /&gt;Que todas juntas&lt;br /&gt;Não chegam a ser uma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sendo muitos, sou um só,&lt;br /&gt;Que um dia não será mais do que pó,&lt;br /&gt;Calcado por quem passa&lt;br /&gt;E esperando por um novo amanhecer.&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-te sempre guiar pelo querer,&lt;br /&gt;Porque a vida é escassa.&lt;br /&gt;Vive e deixa viver…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado pelo que me ensinaste…. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2505792104488200605-3298992261459346913?l=ondemeesperas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/feeds/3298992261459346913/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505792104488200605&amp;postID=3298992261459346913&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/3298992261459346913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/3298992261459346913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/2009/02/vida-perdida-que-um-dia-foi-querida-mas.html' title=''/><author><name>Martim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11473372913138896788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SL2J7QEyfvI/AAAAAAAAALI/pbkUfiuAZec/S220/A+olhar+p%C3%B3+balao!_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SabmpBmg_kI/AAAAAAAAARQ/njiDZ3cY1Hc/s72-c/Hurt_Rapture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505792104488200605.post-6528510240354369500</id><published>2009-02-16T14:36:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-16T14:40:10.341Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ideias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dùvida'/><title type='text'>Quando?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SZl6sv3kmMI/AAAAAAAAARA/2ipwjmDCfEE/s1600-h/duvida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303404945387854018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SZl6sv3kmMI/AAAAAAAAARA/2ipwjmDCfEE/s320/duvida.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando é que o amor deixa de ser paixão?&lt;br /&gt;Quando é que o amor passa a amizade?&lt;br /&gt;O que realmente sente um coração?&lt;br /&gt;Que regras estabelece a sociedade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentimos com o quê?&lt;br /&gt;Vivemos daquilo que se vê&lt;br /&gt;E nunca daquilo que sentimos,&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes vivemos e não existimos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existir é o sentir a vida,&lt;br /&gt;É viver em sociedade,&lt;br /&gt;É amar aquela pessoa&lt;br /&gt;Por sua própria vontade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando o sino ressoa&lt;br /&gt;No mais intimo de nós,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo ao redor se esvanece&lt;br /&gt;Só conta é a tua voz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse sino não desaparece&lt;br /&gt;Com o chegar de um novo dia,&lt;br /&gt;Nada do que se aprende se esquece,&lt;br /&gt;Há sempre um renovar do que havia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor, paixão, ódio, dor,&lt;br /&gt;São palavras actuais,&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca perdem fulgor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E os dias que passam nunca são iguais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2505792104488200605-6528510240354369500?l=ondemeesperas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/feeds/6528510240354369500/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505792104488200605&amp;postID=6528510240354369500&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/6528510240354369500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/6528510240354369500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/2009/02/quando.html' title='Quando?'/><author><name>Martim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11473372913138896788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SL2J7QEyfvI/AAAAAAAAALI/pbkUfiuAZec/S220/A+olhar+p%C3%B3+balao!_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SZl6sv3kmMI/AAAAAAAAARA/2ipwjmDCfEE/s72-c/duvida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505792104488200605.post-7381282478620073100</id><published>2009-01-25T21:09:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-25T21:12:26.439Z</updated><title type='text'>Poesia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SXzVpabLJfI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/msSmGeKBnVM/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295342169325512178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SXzVpabLJfI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/msSmGeKBnVM/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A vida corre,&lt;br /&gt;O tempo passa,&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém me espera&lt;br /&gt;Lá fora, na praça...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo isto é uma quimera,&lt;br /&gt;Uma louca fantasia,&lt;br /&gt;No meu corpo percorre&lt;br /&gt;Uma tal nostalgia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria ser um deus,&lt;br /&gt;Para não sentir o sabor,&lt;br /&gt;Desta vida que passa&lt;br /&gt;E nos rouba o fulgor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor? Já não o sinto como sentia,&lt;br /&gt;Na minha vida, já não há o que havia.&lt;br /&gt;Não faço hoje o que ontem fazia,&lt;br /&gt;Já nada é, como antigamente via.&lt;br /&gt;Na estrada em que vou, só há uma via.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo corre,&lt;br /&gt;A vida passa,&lt;br /&gt;A minha alma escorre&lt;br /&gt;A alegria é escassa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim se faz poesia,&lt;br /&gt;Um misto de amor e melancolia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2505792104488200605-7381282478620073100?l=ondemeesperas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/feeds/7381282478620073100/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505792104488200605&amp;postID=7381282478620073100&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/7381282478620073100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/7381282478620073100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/2009/01/poesia.html' title='Poesia'/><author><name>Martim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11473372913138896788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SL2J7QEyfvI/AAAAAAAAALI/pbkUfiuAZec/S220/A+olhar+p%C3%B3+balao!_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SXzVpabLJfI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/msSmGeKBnVM/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505792104488200605.post-2687924937988865342</id><published>2008-11-29T02:19:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-29T02:38:28.356Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ideias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dùvida'/><title type='text'>Este lugar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/STCq1wCzK0I/AAAAAAAAAP0/w01dYBpq22c/s1600-h/this_place2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/STCq1wCzK0I/AAAAAAAAAP0/w01dYBpq22c/s320/this_place2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273903004057283394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou daqui,&lt;br /&gt;Deste lugar onde o ontem e o hoje se confundem,&lt;br /&gt;Onde a alma e o corpo não se fundem,&lt;br /&gt;Onde o que interessa é o ser,&lt;br /&gt;Onde existe o amor mas não o querer,&lt;br /&gt;Onde todos somos iguais mesmo sendo diferentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qual o sentido da vida?&lt;br /&gt;Quem o sabe é porque está morto,&lt;br /&gt;Porque Deus escreve tão certo que fica torto&lt;br /&gt;Para quem olha com o simples olhar de um mortal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na vida nada é igual,&lt;br /&gt;A minha anda perdida,&lt;br /&gt;Precisa de um bocado de sal...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2505792104488200605-2687924937988865342?l=ondemeesperas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/feeds/2687924937988865342/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505792104488200605&amp;postID=2687924937988865342&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/2687924937988865342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/2687924937988865342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/2008/11/este-lugar.html' title='Este lugar...'/><author><name>Martim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11473372913138896788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SL2J7QEyfvI/AAAAAAAAALI/pbkUfiuAZec/S220/A+olhar+p%C3%B3+balao!_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/STCq1wCzK0I/AAAAAAAAAP0/w01dYBpq22c/s72-c/this_place2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505792104488200605.post-6452534693497791210</id><published>2008-11-22T01:32:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-22T20:16:57.569Z</updated><title type='text'>Ver-te assim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SSdkcMiPgiI/AAAAAAAAAMw/dYHaO9NCmOk/s1600-h/2413792161_bbe720908c_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271292324424417826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SSdkcMiPgiI/AAAAAAAAAMw/dYHaO9NCmOk/s320/2413792161_bbe720908c_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vejo-te dormir,&lt;br /&gt;Por mim o tempo parava aqui,&lt;br /&gt;Porque sei que te tenho,&lt;br /&gt;Porque sei que estás comigo,&lt;br /&gt;Porque que mais ninguém te vê...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tens sido a razão,&lt;br /&gt;Tens sido aquilo que me faz perder o chão,&lt;br /&gt;Tens sido um tudo no meio de um nada,&lt;br /&gt;E fico triste, ao ver-te tristonha ou abalada&lt;br /&gt;Porque ao olhar-te, vejo uma pessoa completa,&lt;br /&gt;Cheia de virtudes e tão poucos defeitos,&lt;br /&gt;Uma pessoa de vontades e sonhos feitos&lt;br /&gt;Com um olhar que me faz perder&lt;br /&gt;E me dá vontade de beber a vida nos teus lábios...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-te minha mas ao mesmo tempo do mundo,&lt;br /&gt;No meio de uma multidão não te confundo,&lt;br /&gt;Porque sei quem és e aquilo que vales,&lt;br /&gt;E vales muito, acredita em mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por mim o tempo parava agora,&lt;br /&gt;Mandava o resto do tempo pela porta fora,&lt;br /&gt;Só para te ver assim...&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/2505792104488200605-6452534693497791210?l=ondemeesperas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/feeds/6452534693497791210/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505792104488200605&amp;postID=6452534693497791210&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/6452534693497791210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/6452534693497791210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/2008/11/ver-te-assim.html' title='Ver-te assim...'/><author><name>Martim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11473372913138896788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SL2J7QEyfvI/AAAAAAAAALI/pbkUfiuAZec/S220/A+olhar+p%C3%B3+balao!_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SSdkcMiPgiI/AAAAAAAAAMw/dYHaO9NCmOk/s72-c/2413792161_bbe720908c_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505792104488200605.post-3186474703306299212</id><published>2008-11-07T18:51:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-07T18:55:30.314Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SRSO1gkcdcI/AAAAAAAAAMo/10KDfFyeHvI/s1600-h/Sofrimento.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SRSO1gkcdcI/AAAAAAAAAMo/10KDfFyeHvI/s320/Sofrimento.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265990914229958082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:35.4pt"&gt;Tenho medo de te perder, tenho medo que amanhã não estejas cá para me guiar neste mundo injusto e cruel que tantas vezes nos magoa nos pontos mais fracos que estão escondidos dentro de nós...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:35.4pt"&gt;Se o teu coração pára com ele vai parar o meu também porque sem ti aqui parece que a minha existência também já não tem o sentido que teve até hoje, porque és tu que me fazes ter vontade de viver... Ensinaste-me tudo o que sei, o certo e o errado, o que é ser adulto, o que são princípios e o que faz de nós pessoas boas ou más...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:35.4pt"&gt;Tenho medo, muito medo... Hoje caiu uma lágrima, coisa que há muito já não acontecia mas, este medo de perder que senti hoje fez me ver uma tristeza no meu mais intimo ser, onde raramente alguém me consegue tocar...é através de ti que vejo um lado importante do sentido da vida, porque serves de exemplo para muito do que faço e digo, para muito do que passo e sinto...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:35.4pt"&gt;Sorrio para quem passa, mas o sorrir tornou-se um acto irreflectido dos sentidos e já não é um acto involuntário do meu ser, tornou-se uma fuga porque o medo tomou conta a minha alma... sei que as pessoas não são eternas mas na minha cabeça tu és e sempre serás, vais ser sempre uma parte de mim, a parte melhor de mim que se vai apagar contigo...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:35.4pt"&gt;Hoje ao sentir o medo da tua morte, estremeço, uma parte de mim quebra como se eu fosse um vidro atingido por uma bala que me trespassou e me faz estilhaçar em mil pedaços....Por favor não partas porque tu também és o eu que vive dentro de mim...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:35.4pt"&gt;Não quero dizer adeus...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:35.4pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:35.4pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(Não há nada a dizer...não quero ouvir o “vais ver que tudo vai melhorar” ou “é uma coisa normal, a vida é isto”)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2505792104488200605-3186474703306299212?l=ondemeesperas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/feeds/3186474703306299212/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505792104488200605&amp;postID=3186474703306299212&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/3186474703306299212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/3186474703306299212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/2008/11/tenho-medo-de-te-perder-tenho-medo-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Martim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11473372913138896788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SL2J7QEyfvI/AAAAAAAAALI/pbkUfiuAZec/S220/A+olhar+p%C3%B3+balao!_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SRSO1gkcdcI/AAAAAAAAAMo/10KDfFyeHvI/s72-c/Sofrimento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505792104488200605.post-1386816713858594393</id><published>2008-10-31T17:51:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-10-31T17:55:45.180Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ideias'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SQtGUgaVHXI/AAAAAAAAAMg/kipXlHKkUy8/s1600-h/13m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263377907624254834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SQtGUgaVHXI/AAAAAAAAAMg/kipXlHKkUy8/s320/13m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Há uma mulher nua&lt;br /&gt;Pintada na minha rua,&lt;br /&gt;Não é minha nem é tua&lt;br /&gt;Mas de que a imaginou,&lt;br /&gt;De quem com uma lata a pintou&lt;br /&gt;E usou a imaginação.&lt;br /&gt;Conseguiu ver a perfeição&lt;br /&gt;Do que é uma mulher...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A perfeição é subjectiva,&lt;br /&gt;Como se em vez de olhos&lt;br /&gt;Possuísse uma objectiva&lt;br /&gt;Que vê mais do que os olhos alcançam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulheres assim há aos molhos,&lt;br /&gt;Mas para quem vê com dois olhos&lt;br /&gt;Vê a perfeita perfeição,&lt;br /&gt;Uma miragem na confusão,&lt;br /&gt;Olhos esses, que mesmo quietos, dançam...&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/2505792104488200605-1386816713858594393?l=ondemeesperas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/feeds/1386816713858594393/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505792104488200605&amp;postID=1386816713858594393&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/1386816713858594393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/1386816713858594393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/2008/10/h-uma-mulher-nua-pintada-na-minha-rua.html' title=''/><author><name>Martim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11473372913138896788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SL2J7QEyfvI/AAAAAAAAALI/pbkUfiuAZec/S220/A+olhar+p%C3%B3+balao!_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SQtGUgaVHXI/AAAAAAAAAMg/kipXlHKkUy8/s72-c/13m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505792104488200605.post-7826469160502740951</id><published>2008-10-17T23:34:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T23:43:17.956+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ideias'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SPkUzsggskI/AAAAAAAAAMY/21IAkeRIVyc/s1600-h/sangue1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258256918285169218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SPkUzsggskI/AAAAAAAAAMY/21IAkeRIVyc/s320/sangue1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quieto, ando,&lt;br /&gt;Parado, movo-me,&lt;br /&gt;Com as histórias que me contam,&lt;br /&gt;Choro, riu e comovo-me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vidas passadas assombram&lt;br /&gt;Os dias que vejo passar,&lt;br /&gt;Não sei onde ou quando,&lt;br /&gt;O sangue vai estancar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero ar,&lt;br /&gt;Quero respirar,&lt;br /&gt;Quero ir à lua e voltar&lt;br /&gt;Para me perder ao me encontrar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2505792104488200605-7826469160502740951?l=ondemeesperas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/feeds/7826469160502740951/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505792104488200605&amp;postID=7826469160502740951&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/7826469160502740951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/7826469160502740951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/2008/10/quieto-ando-parado-movo-me-com-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Martim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11473372913138896788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SL2J7QEyfvI/AAAAAAAAALI/pbkUfiuAZec/S220/A+olhar+p%C3%B3+balao!_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SPkUzsggskI/AAAAAAAAAMY/21IAkeRIVyc/s72-c/sangue1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505792104488200605.post-3917397603847488485</id><published>2008-09-26T17:15:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T17:25:10.141+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Olhar para trás...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SN0MyKceCOI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/mmsS5kLSLh4/s1600-h/1212813097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250366796520622306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SN0MyKceCOI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/mmsS5kLSLh4/s320/1212813097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje falaste e eu caguei,&lt;br /&gt;O que tu tinhas para dizer eu já sei.&lt;br /&gt;Que a vida continua,&lt;br /&gt;Que deixaste de ter a minha&lt;br /&gt;E agora tens uma só tua.&lt;br /&gt;Que tudo segue,&lt;br /&gt;Que no teu ser, já não tenho albergue,&lt;br /&gt;Que me desejas felicidades,&lt;br /&gt;Que na nossa “amizade” só queres verdades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afinal não sei quem fugiu,&lt;br /&gt;Não sei afinal se alguém mentiu&lt;br /&gt;Nas palavras que um dia disse,&lt;br /&gt;Que para um idiota que ouvisse,&lt;br /&gt;Não tinham lógica, não tinham verdade,&lt;br /&gt;Porque parece que quando aperta a saudade,&lt;br /&gt;Não sou eu que cedo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sigo, eu continuo&lt;br /&gt;Com a vida que tenho eu já não amuo,&lt;br /&gt;E se alguém não deixa a distância chegar&lt;br /&gt;És tu e não eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parece que é de errar que tens medo.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei o que é meu,&lt;br /&gt;E tu? Sabes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu fosse diferente,&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei o que faria,&lt;br /&gt;Encarava-te de frente&lt;br /&gt;E mais verdades te diria,&lt;br /&gt;Para não teres hipótese de olhar para trás&lt;br /&gt;E assim, eu viver finalmente na paz...&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/2505792104488200605-3917397603847488485?l=ondemeesperas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/feeds/3917397603847488485/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505792104488200605&amp;postID=3917397603847488485&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/3917397603847488485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/3917397603847488485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/2008/09/olhar-para-trs.html' title='Olhar para trás...'/><author><name>Martim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11473372913138896788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SL2J7QEyfvI/AAAAAAAAALI/pbkUfiuAZec/S220/A+olhar+p%C3%B3+balao!_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SN0MyKceCOI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/mmsS5kLSLh4/s72-c/1212813097.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505792104488200605.post-8545399049575374189</id><published>2008-09-21T18:35:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T18:42:20.081+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ideias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dùvida'/><title type='text'>Pó...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SNaHPjxHTII/AAAAAAAAAMA/fT4aidPy7f8/s1600-h/somos%2Bapenas%2Bp%25C3%25B3%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248531117115919490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SNaHPjxHTII/AAAAAAAAAMA/fT4aidPy7f8/s320/somos%2Bapenas%2Bp%25C3%25B3%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esta música que toca,&lt;br /&gt;Esta que me faz sentir,&lt;br /&gt;Esta que me faz estremecer,&lt;br /&gt;Aquela que me dá prazer ao ouvir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algo se liga em mim,&lt;br /&gt;Algo me faz ver&lt;br /&gt;Para além do que atinge o olhar&lt;br /&gt;E me faz sentir assim,&lt;br /&gt;Feliz por acreditar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida não tem limites,&lt;br /&gt;Não tem um ponto no fim.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo aquilo que conquistes&lt;br /&gt;Faz acreditar que a vida não é oca...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acredito no que digo?&lt;br /&gt;Se não acreditasse não o dizia,&lt;br /&gt;Metade do que faço, não faria,&lt;br /&gt;Não ia pelo caminho que hoje sigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não escrevo para ninguém,&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que não acredites,&lt;br /&gt;Só quero viver bem&lt;br /&gt;E evitar momentos tristes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choques? Acidentes? Feridas?&lt;br /&gt;Não as quero nas minhas vidas,&lt;br /&gt;Porque sou vários num só,&lt;br /&gt;Sou a cinza que um dia já foi pó,&lt;br /&gt;Pó da estrada, pó do chão,&lt;br /&gt;Mas ao saber o que é a desilusão,&lt;br /&gt;Mudei mas sem deixar de ser eu mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Porque todos somos mais do que aquilo que vemos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim é a vida,&lt;br /&gt;Um vazio de virtudes&lt;br /&gt;Num mar de vicissitudes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2505792104488200605-8545399049575374189?l=ondemeesperas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/feeds/8545399049575374189/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505792104488200605&amp;postID=8545399049575374189&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/8545399049575374189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/8545399049575374189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/2008/09/p.html' title='Pó...'/><author><name>Martim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11473372913138896788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SL2J7QEyfvI/AAAAAAAAALI/pbkUfiuAZec/S220/A+olhar+p%C3%B3+balao!_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SNaHPjxHTII/AAAAAAAAAMA/fT4aidPy7f8/s72-c/somos%2Bapenas%2Bp%25C3%25B3%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505792104488200605.post-1780738754587121738</id><published>2008-09-18T23:38:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T00:07:16.311+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dùvida'/><title type='text'>É aqui que tudo muda...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SNLe6Pq8kiI/AAAAAAAAAL4/nQEIL-7lEKQ/s1600-h/porto_puente_g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247501608060490274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SNLe6Pq8kiI/AAAAAAAAAL4/nQEIL-7lEKQ/s320/porto_puente_g.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É agora que a minha vida começa a transformar-se naquilo que sempre sonhei mas ao mesmo tempo nunca quis...Começa agora a minha vida universitária, a vida independente, a maturidade, a responsabilidade e o mais importante de tudo, o medo da solidão...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que espera um jovem que toda a vida viveu sobre a asinha protectora de uma mãe galinha e de 3 irmãos que sempre me deram todo o apoio e me ensinaram tudo o que aprenderam com a vida que tiveram e me fizeram ver o quão bom é, ser o irmão mais novo de uma familia que estando por vezes muito separada mantém-se ao mesmo tempo unida nos momentos maus que a vida por vezes nos faz passar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entrei na ESE (Escola Superior de Educação do Porto), já fui lá 2vezes esta semana e vi uma vida completamente diferente, passei de uma cidade como Barcelos, em que se pode ir de um lado para outro a pé, sem preocupações, em que conheço 90% das pessoas que passam na rua,conheço todos os cafés e restaurantes para um local em que nem sei se para casa posso ir a pé...Como eu devem pensar muitos dos que leêm estes textos que vou publicando neste blog em que a simplicidade é tudo:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Temos de enfrentar os medos, dar a volta aos problemas e ter a coragem de arriscar e é isso mesmo que eu vou fazer, ganhar coragem para lutar pelo que sempre quis, lutar por ser alguém na vida:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2505792104488200605-1780738754587121738?l=ondemeesperas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/feeds/1780738754587121738/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505792104488200605&amp;postID=1780738754587121738&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/1780738754587121738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/1780738754587121738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/2008/09/aqui-que-tudo-muda.html' title='É aqui que tudo muda...'/><author><name>Martim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11473372913138896788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SL2J7QEyfvI/AAAAAAAAALI/pbkUfiuAZec/S220/A+olhar+p%C3%B3+balao!_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SNLe6Pq8kiI/AAAAAAAAAL4/nQEIL-7lEKQ/s72-c/porto_puente_g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505792104488200605.post-8353289653425665189</id><published>2008-09-09T11:32:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T11:42:56.645+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dùvida'/><title type='text'>Já não tenho...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SMZTAev9GoI/AAAAAAAAALw/Y3_vmpJyK2E/s1600-h/produto_tshirt_loveIsaGame_gif_20.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243970083838827138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SMZTAev9GoI/AAAAAAAAALw/Y3_vmpJyK2E/s320/produto_tshirt_loveIsaGame_gif_20.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Solidão? Já não vive em mim.&lt;br /&gt;Já não me perturba a cabeça,&lt;br /&gt;Porque mesmo com a vida avessa,&lt;br /&gt;Não me interessa onde mora o fim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou assim, vivo assim,&lt;br /&gt;Desta maneira simples e estranha,&lt;br /&gt;Que mesmo sem tocar arranha&lt;br /&gt;A pele que julguei ser de cetim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vida? Dúvidas? Alma?&lt;br /&gt;Já não as tenho,&lt;br /&gt;Porque quem as tem é porque sofre.&lt;br /&gt;O que ontem eu era, guardei num cofre&lt;br /&gt;E hoje vivo na paz, no silêncio, na calma,&lt;br /&gt;Porque assim, tudo que quero obtenho&lt;br /&gt;Nem que seja no simples acto de sonhar,&lt;br /&gt;Por entre os sonhos navegar,&lt;br /&gt;Para me encontrar, sem me perder...&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/2505792104488200605-8353289653425665189?l=ondemeesperas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/feeds/8353289653425665189/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505792104488200605&amp;postID=8353289653425665189&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/8353289653425665189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/8353289653425665189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/2008/09/j-no-tenho.html' title='Já não tenho...'/><author><name>Martim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11473372913138896788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SL2J7QEyfvI/AAAAAAAAALI/pbkUfiuAZec/S220/A+olhar+p%C3%B3+balao!_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SMZTAev9GoI/AAAAAAAAALw/Y3_vmpJyK2E/s72-c/produto_tshirt_loveIsaGame_gif_20.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505792104488200605.post-1307794040556886660</id><published>2008-09-06T05:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T06:01:47.416+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><title type='text'>Acaso...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SMIOiZyO4qI/AAAAAAAAALo/CTzbKjNlL9w/s1600-h/485301301_7bd8121921_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SMIOiZyO4qI/AAAAAAAAALo/CTzbKjNlL9w/s320/485301301_7bd8121921_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242768900412596898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:35.4pt"&gt;Hoje, ao ver-te passar não tremi, não me ressenti desse encontro não combinado.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:35.4pt"&gt;Pensei que te ias lembrar de mim no dia em que a minha existência, na teoria, é lembrado por aquelas pessoas para as quais tenho algum valor ou tive um papel importante nas suas vidas mesmo que esse papel se resumisse a ser um simples espectador...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:35.4pt"&gt;Será que dois anos e uns bons meses não têm valor ou significado para ti? Ao ouvir-te falar nisso parece que a culpa desse teu esquecimento é minha, como se eu tivesse a obrigação de te ter lembrado da data porque tu estavas de férias...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:35.4pt"&gt;Dia 19 de Agosto de 2008 será uma data que não esquecerei tão cedo pois foi aí que soube o que o tempo pode fazer com duas pessoas e os seus sentimentos.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:35.4pt"&gt;Hoje ao olhar para o que passou vejo que talvez não seja eu que estou tão mal assim, acho que ao pensar de cabeça fria nas coisas que têm vindo a acontecer, vejo o quanto te faz mal ver que mesmo sem ti, mesmo sem te falar, mesmo sem o teu ombro nos momentos maus fui sobrevivendo a tudo e hoje sou feliz, uma felicidade diferente daquela que tinha, é verdade, mas não deixa de ser felicidade de qualquer maneira.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:35.4pt"&gt;Parece que te custa entender que mesmo chateado contigo consigo sorrir, consigo viver e se passar com outra pessoa do meu lado tu tens de olhar uma segunda vez para perceberes o que se passa entre mim e essa pessoa. Agora pergunto eu, para quê? Para nada, já que tu também continuas a tua vida fingindo que eu não vivo neste mesmo mundo...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:35.4pt"&gt;E assim vivo, assim aproveito a vida e tento apagar o que ainda existe de ti dentro mim...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2505792104488200605-1307794040556886660?l=ondemeesperas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/feeds/1307794040556886660/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505792104488200605&amp;postID=1307794040556886660&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/1307794040556886660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/1307794040556886660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/2008/09/acaso.html' title='Acaso...'/><author><name>Martim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11473372913138896788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SL2J7QEyfvI/AAAAAAAAALI/pbkUfiuAZec/S220/A+olhar+p%C3%B3+balao!_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SMIOiZyO4qI/AAAAAAAAALo/CTzbKjNlL9w/s72-c/485301301_7bd8121921_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505792104488200605.post-4970452460145916463</id><published>2008-09-04T01:38:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T02:04:01.495+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Solidão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dùvida'/><title type='text'>Onde estavas tu?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SL8zyy6csdI/AAAAAAAAALg/KMJZ6qVI0pg/s1600-h/sozinha1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241965439035945426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SL8zyy6csdI/AAAAAAAAALg/KMJZ6qVI0pg/s320/sozinha1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Onde estavas tu, hoje que chorei?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pelas tuas mãos eu implorei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;para limpar as lágrimas que corriam,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;num rosto morto pelo cansaço.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Onde estavas tu, hoje que me senti sozinho?&lt;br /&gt;Precisava da tua voz para encontrar o caminho,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;para sentir aquele infinito e apertado abraço,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que me fazia pensar que as horas fugiam...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Onde estavas tu, hoje que sofri?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chamei o teu nome e tu não estavas ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;só aí percebi que me tinhas esquecido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e dei todo o amor como perdido.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje não te vi,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;amanhã não sei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pensei que me esperavas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hoje vejo que me enganei....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS- Hoje estava a rever velhos textos e este toucou-me, fez-me lembrar do quanto a vida me fez pensar e, mesmo depois de tanto tempo contiuo a sentir-me da mesma forma...a unica diferença é que hoje nem eu sei quem é "tu"...&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/2505792104488200605-4970452460145916463?l=ondemeesperas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/feeds/4970452460145916463/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505792104488200605&amp;postID=4970452460145916463&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/4970452460145916463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/4970452460145916463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/2008/09/onde-estavas-tu.html' title='Onde estavas tu?'/><author><name>Martim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11473372913138896788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SL2J7QEyfvI/AAAAAAAAALI/pbkUfiuAZec/S220/A+olhar+p%C3%B3+balao!_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SL8zyy6csdI/AAAAAAAAALg/KMJZ6qVI0pg/s72-c/sozinha1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505792104488200605.post-5642952752505748480</id><published>2008-09-01T19:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T20:07:12.862+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prémio'/><title type='text'>Pequena Homenagem:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SLw4IQ2s_6I/AAAAAAAAALA/_iKUUQO_KXA/s1600-h/premio.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241125780966932386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SLw4IQ2s_6I/AAAAAAAAALA/_iKUUQO_KXA/s320/premio.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olá a todos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venho assim prestar homenagem a todos os que visitaram este pequeno blog e com os seus comentários e frases de apoio deram-me força e apoio para continuar e melhorar o que escrevo e a minha forma de pensar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado ao José Pátria pelos comentários, sempre tão disponivel a dar força para continuar.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado á Unhapiness pelas suas vistas.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado á pequena Ines que com as suas mensagens me fizeram querer fazer melhor.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado á Celia de Lima pelas palavras amigas.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado á C.B. que nos ultimos tempos tem comentado os meus textos mais actuais...&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado á Mundo Azul que foi colorindo os meus textos com as suas frases&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A todos vocês e todos os outros não referidos aqui vos dou este prémio...Copiem a imagem e colem nas vossas páginas para que as pessoas saibam que vale a pena ter amigos "blogueiros" como vocês:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2505792104488200605-5642952752505748480?l=ondemeesperas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/feeds/5642952752505748480/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505792104488200605&amp;postID=5642952752505748480&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/5642952752505748480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/5642952752505748480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/2008/09/pequena-homenagem.html' title='Pequena Homenagem:)'/><author><name>Martim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11473372913138896788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SL2J7QEyfvI/AAAAAAAAALI/pbkUfiuAZec/S220/A+olhar+p%C3%B3+balao!_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SLw4IQ2s_6I/AAAAAAAAALA/_iKUUQO_KXA/s72-c/premio.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505792104488200605.post-5100477012988656647</id><published>2008-08-31T13:44:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T22:31:30.548+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ideias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dùvida'/><title type='text'>Ondas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SLqUhItlE-I/AAAAAAAAAKo/K4sEasxRMws/s1600-h/onda-dourada-(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240664413394244578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SLqUhItlE-I/AAAAAAAAAKo/K4sEasxRMws/s320/onda-dourada-(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O som da onda que bate&lt;br /&gt;No escuro da escuridão,&lt;br /&gt;É uma ínfima parte&lt;br /&gt;No meio da confusão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É como alguém que se vai&lt;br /&gt;Por entre a rebentação.&lt;br /&gt;Será que alguém sai&lt;br /&gt;Ileso da perdição?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É noite, é fim,&lt;br /&gt;É a onda que rebenta,&lt;br /&gt;É o pó retido em mim,&lt;br /&gt;São letras numa sebenta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solidão? Já se foi,&lt;br /&gt;Já se foi na maresía.&lt;br /&gt;Só espero que alguém me apoie,&lt;br /&gt;Que leve para longe o que havia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida passa, memórias ficam...&lt;br /&gt;Crucificações hoje em dia, já não se justificam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como sempre, a vida corre...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O tempo? Esse não morre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS – eu sei que está meio confuso o poema mas há alturas em que nos baralhamos a nós próprios com tantas ideias e pensamentos que temos a passar na nossa cabeça...Espero que consigam ver um seguimento como eu vejo...Abraços e cumprimentos a todos e obrigado por todos os comentários e visitas que permitiram ultrapassar as 1000 visitas:) Voltem sempre a este sitio:)&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/2505792104488200605-5100477012988656647?l=ondemeesperas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/feeds/5100477012988656647/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505792104488200605&amp;postID=5100477012988656647&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/5100477012988656647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/5100477012988656647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/2008/08/ondas.html' title='Ondas...'/><author><name>Martim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11473372913138896788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SL2J7QEyfvI/AAAAAAAAALI/pbkUfiuAZec/S220/A+olhar+p%C3%B3+balao!_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SLqUhItlE-I/AAAAAAAAAKo/K4sEasxRMws/s72-c/onda-dourada-(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505792104488200605.post-7901685281656563790</id><published>2008-08-21T15:34:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T15:39:53.020+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saudade'/><title type='text'>Tudo arde...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SK1-EdaicOI/AAAAAAAAAKg/WsGmEObxEXc/s1600-h/chama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236980556782268642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SK1-EdaicOI/AAAAAAAAAKg/WsGmEObxEXc/s320/chama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu via naquela tarde,&lt;br /&gt;Aquela em que ninguém me viu,&lt;br /&gt;Aquela sem felicidade,&lt;br /&gt;Aquela em que ninguém me ouviu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nessa tarde ela sorria,&lt;br /&gt;Feliz por olhar o céu.&lt;br /&gt;Todo ele a cobria&lt;br /&gt;Como se, se tratasse de um véu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era feliz,&lt;br /&gt;Estava contente,&lt;br /&gt;Por assim, de repente,&lt;br /&gt;Lutou por tudo o que quis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vi nela alegria,&lt;br /&gt;Vi uma enorme tristeza,&lt;br /&gt;Mas vivia com a certeza,&lt;br /&gt;Que a sua alma existia,&lt;br /&gt;Guardada dentro de si...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de mim nada queima, tudo arde.... &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/2505792104488200605-7901685281656563790?l=ondemeesperas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/feeds/7901685281656563790/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505792104488200605&amp;postID=7901685281656563790&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/7901685281656563790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/7901685281656563790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/2008/08/tudo-arde.html' title='Tudo arde...'/><author><name>Martim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11473372913138896788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SL2J7QEyfvI/AAAAAAAAALI/pbkUfiuAZec/S220/A+olhar+p%C3%B3+balao!_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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/&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje escondi-me na escuridão,&lt;br /&gt;Por entre pensamentos e pura divagação...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escondi-me por medo,&lt;br /&gt;Para guardar um segredo&lt;br /&gt;Que chora dentro de mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concentrei-me na brisa,&lt;br /&gt;Naquilo que ela me traz,&lt;br /&gt;Como alguém que me avisa&lt;br /&gt;Para nunca olhar para trás...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembrei-me do que vale um sorriso,&lt;br /&gt;Da falta que ele me faz,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo me serve de aviso,&lt;br /&gt;Para descobrir o que me satisfaz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje só quero aquilo que sou,&lt;br /&gt;Não aquilo que fui&lt;br /&gt;E em mim se dispersou...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2505792104488200605-6590223050892535591?l=ondemeesperas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/feeds/6590223050892535591/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505792104488200605&amp;postID=6590223050892535591&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/6590223050892535591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/6590223050892535591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/2008/08/hoje.html' title='Hoje...'/><author><name>Martim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11473372913138896788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SL2J7QEyfvI/AAAAAAAAALI/pbkUfiuAZec/S220/A+olhar+p%C3%B3+balao!_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SKRZ1vGCeXI/AAAAAAAAAJo/hyHx4ITtJa0/s72-c/291020051127481zl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505792104488200605.post-9053220327686108582</id><published>2008-07-17T13:28:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T13:32:40.217+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Assim é a minha cidade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SH87wbQnyHI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Mtw0DGejtcY/s1600-h/maia_barcelos11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223959795910297714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SH87wbQnyHI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Mtw0DGejtcY/s320/maia_barcelos11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A mota que apregoa a chegada,&lt;br /&gt;E com vigor anda na estrada.&lt;br /&gt;Os pássaros que cantam,&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas a sorrir,&lt;br /&gt;As flores que outros plantaram&lt;br /&gt;Começam hoje a florir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui não há tristeza,&lt;br /&gt;Só há querer e vontade,&lt;br /&gt;Não há lugar para avareza&lt;br /&gt;Nas ruas da minha cidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O branco da paz,&lt;br /&gt;O amarelo da alegria,&lt;br /&gt;Que para quem passava e via&lt;br /&gt;Dava vontade de voltar atrás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gente boa e alegre,&lt;br /&gt;Que só quer que o tempo espere,&lt;br /&gt;Para voltar a sorrir&lt;br /&gt;E ver o dia amanhecer outra vez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta é a minha cidade,&lt;br /&gt;Cheia de alegria e pura felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Onde tudo é maior do que vês.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2505792104488200605-9053220327686108582?l=ondemeesperas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/feeds/9053220327686108582/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505792104488200605&amp;postID=9053220327686108582&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/9053220327686108582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/9053220327686108582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/2008/07/assim-minha-cidade.html' title='Assim é a minha cidade...'/><author><name>Martim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11473372913138896788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SL2J7QEyfvI/AAAAAAAAALI/pbkUfiuAZec/S220/A+olhar+p%C3%B3+balao!_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SH87wbQnyHI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Mtw0DGejtcY/s72-c/maia_barcelos11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505792104488200605.post-3275878123387348957</id><published>2008-06-26T02:07:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T02:12:35.739+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dùvida'/><title type='text'>Olhar para trás...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SGLsCEJ5HsI/AAAAAAAAAJY/MAugj5C7ZrE/s1600-h/fly_away.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215990838667583170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SGLsCEJ5HsI/AAAAAAAAAJY/MAugj5C7ZrE/s320/fly_away.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gostava de saber como vais,&lt;br /&gt;Preciso saber,&lt;br /&gt;Somente por saber.&lt;br /&gt;Por curiosidade?&lt;br /&gt;Talvez,&lt;br /&gt;Mas juro que é só desta vez…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero voar, para longe,&lt;br /&gt;Para muito longe,&lt;br /&gt;Talvez para encontrar&lt;br /&gt;O que um dia me conseguiste roubar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostras-me que estás feliz,&lt;br /&gt;Mostra-me simplesmente que ainda existes.&lt;br /&gt;Já não interessa o que um dia fiz&lt;br /&gt;Nem aquilo que quis,&lt;br /&gt;Mas sim, aquilo que hoje quero e faço.&lt;br /&gt;Na rua, sozinho, acelero o passo,&lt;br /&gt;Talvez pela ânsia de te encontrar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero voar, para longe,&lt;br /&gt;Para muito longe,&lt;br /&gt;Talvez para poder pintar&lt;br /&gt;O meu mundo com outra cor…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei o que viste,&lt;br /&gt;Muito menos o que pediste.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei por onde andas-te,&lt;br /&gt;Porque quero somente saber,&lt;br /&gt;Se encontras-te, a tão sonhada felicidade,&lt;br /&gt;Que passas-te os dias a apregoar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero voar, para longe,&lt;br /&gt;Para muito longe,&lt;br /&gt;Talvez para fugir,&lt;br /&gt;Talvez para voltar a sonhar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca olhei para trás sem te ver,&lt;br /&gt;Mas hoje ao olhar, vejo que desapareceste&lt;br /&gt;As memórias, já não sei onde as pôr&lt;br /&gt;Porque vão se apagando com o passar dos dias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei quem perdeu ou ganhou,&lt;br /&gt;Só sei que o meu mundo parou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2505792104488200605-3275878123387348957?l=ondemeesperas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/feeds/3275878123387348957/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505792104488200605&amp;postID=3275878123387348957&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/3275878123387348957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/3275878123387348957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/2008/06/olhar-para-trs.html' title='Olhar para trás...'/><author><name>Martim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11473372913138896788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SL2J7QEyfvI/AAAAAAAAALI/pbkUfiuAZec/S220/A+olhar+p%C3%B3+balao!_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SGLsCEJ5HsI/AAAAAAAAAJY/MAugj5C7ZrE/s72-c/fly_away.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505792104488200605.post-8484001817651168754</id><published>2008-06-23T02:07:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T02:44:21.913+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ideias'/><title type='text'>Algo a dizer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SF77nJAJ5wI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/5oRM_BF0wMs/s1600-h/letters_by_Ptiteouch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214882068391651074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SF77nJAJ5wI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/5oRM_BF0wMs/s320/letters_by_Ptiteouch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje ao acordar pensei se vivia ou sobrevivia ao passar dos dias.&lt;br /&gt;Já não sei, acho que por entre os dias que foram passando na minha vida não me apercebi se os aproveitava devidamente ou se por e simplesmente os vias passar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sinto saudade do ontem e sei que amanhã sentirei saudades do hoje e assim sucessivamente, como se, se tratasse de um ciclo vicioso que parece não ter fim…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada parece resultar na minha vida ultimamente, apaixono-me pelas pessoas erradas (se é que isso é possível), quero coisas que não posso ter, não tenho os resultados que tento esforçar-me para ter, não tenho certezas do que quero para a minha vida…tantas dúvidas e coisas menos boas, que me têm atormentado ao longo do último ano…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou dizer aqui uma coisa que não sei se muitos de vocês vão entender, tenho sofrido mais durante este ultimo ano e meio do que quando descobri o que era alopecia areata e o quanto esta doença nos torna diferentes e, como diz uma pessoa que eu conheço, único aos olhos dos outros…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje em dia dou valor a coisas que antigamente nem reparava que existiam, vejo os sentimentos e sinto-os de uma forma completamente diferente do que pensava e sentia à um ano atrás…hoje, o amor é para ser pensado e não sentido (não desprezando quem o sente), ao senti-lo sofremos muito mais e aproveitavamo-lo da mesma forma…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este blog tem se tornado o cofre onde guardo os sentimentos e pensamentos que não consigo mostrar a ninguém e talvez por isso, pareçam um pouco repetitivos os próprios poemas….&lt;br /&gt;Desculpem lá o desabafo e obrigado por se terem dado ao trabalho de leram isto:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com os melhores cumprimentos:&lt;br /&gt;Martim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2505792104488200605-8484001817651168754?l=ondemeesperas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/feeds/8484001817651168754/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505792104488200605&amp;postID=8484001817651168754&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/8484001817651168754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/8484001817651168754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/2008/06/algo-dizer.html' title='Algo a dizer...'/><author><name>Martim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11473372913138896788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SL2J7QEyfvI/AAAAAAAAALI/pbkUfiuAZec/S220/A+olhar+p%C3%B3+balao!_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SF77nJAJ5wI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/5oRM_BF0wMs/s72-c/letters_by_Ptiteouch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505792104488200605.post-41385093549487392</id><published>2008-06-14T02:30:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T02:40:01.337+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saudade'/><title type='text'>Somente...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SFMhN5C--TI/AAAAAAAAAJI/CeWVOS7ZEE4/s1600-h/i-wish-you-love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211545716333148466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SFMhN5C--TI/AAAAAAAAAJI/CeWVOS7ZEE4/s320/i-wish-you-love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Será mau perder a esperança?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Será mau não acreditar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um dia já fui criança,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje, nem sequer sei inovar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parei...&lt;br /&gt;Andei...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje já não sei,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aquilo que ontem pensei...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perdi-me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Encontrei-me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Voltei a perder-me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não voltei a encontrar-me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenho medo do que sonho e,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;se um dia tudo pareceu risonho,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hoje já nada o é.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero amar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amar perdidamente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amar só por amar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2505792104488200605-41385093549487392?l=ondemeesperas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/feeds/41385093549487392/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505792104488200605&amp;postID=41385093549487392&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/41385093549487392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/41385093549487392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/2008/06/somente.html' title='Somente...'/><author><name>Martim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11473372913138896788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SL2J7QEyfvI/AAAAAAAAALI/pbkUfiuAZec/S220/A+olhar+p%C3%B3+balao!_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SFMhN5C--TI/AAAAAAAAAJI/CeWVOS7ZEE4/s72-c/i-wish-you-love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505792104488200605.post-5174290969198228019</id><published>2008-06-14T02:00:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T02:28:06.528+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Solidão'/><title type='text'>I only need a sad song...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SFMef5aJxVI/AAAAAAAAAJA/p-qhGWCns80/s1600-h/SadMan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211542727133087058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SFMef5aJxVI/AAAAAAAAAJA/p-qhGWCns80/s320/SadMan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I only need a sad song&lt;br /&gt;to make me feel happier,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to make me feel better,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and to take away this imprisoned fault inside me...&lt;br /&gt;I am full of tears,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am full of dreams,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have the memory full of sad moments,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what I never, never forget...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2505792104488200605-5174290969198228019?l=ondemeesperas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/feeds/5174290969198228019/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505792104488200605&amp;postID=5174290969198228019&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/5174290969198228019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/5174290969198228019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-only-need-sad-song.html' title='I only need a sad song...'/><author><name>Martim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11473372913138896788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SL2J7QEyfvI/AAAAAAAAALI/pbkUfiuAZec/S220/A+olhar+p%C3%B3+balao!_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SFMef5aJxVI/AAAAAAAAAJA/p-qhGWCns80/s72-c/SadMan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505792104488200605.post-8047668484682995986</id><published>2008-06-06T01:52:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T02:18:16.061+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Não te tenho mas quero-te...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SEiQJ20uCCI/AAAAAAAAAIA/PgUCxpx1uwc/s1600-h/abraco1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208571468063836194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SEiQJ20uCCI/AAAAAAAAAIA/PgUCxpx1uwc/s320/abraco1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero-te...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se me perguntares porquê eu respondo-te...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simplesmente por seres assim,...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simplesmente por sorrires...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simplesmente por olhares para mim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simplesmente por brilhares no meu olhar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simplesmente porque me apaixonei...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simplesmente porque me fazes sentir bem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simplesmente porque me fazes sentir especial...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simplesmente porque não me fazes sentir igual...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simplesmente pelo teu cheiro&lt;/div&gt;Simplesmente pela tua voz...&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente porque te vi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simplesmente porque o amor é simples...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simplesmente porque sem te ter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero-te...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2505792104488200605-8047668484682995986?l=ondemeesperas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/feeds/8047668484682995986/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505792104488200605&amp;postID=8047668484682995986&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/8047668484682995986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/8047668484682995986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-te-tenho-mas-quero-te.html' title='Não te tenho mas quero-te...'/><author><name>Martim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11473372913138896788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SL2J7QEyfvI/AAAAAAAAALI/pbkUfiuAZec/S220/A+olhar+p%C3%B3+balao!_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SEiQJ20uCCI/AAAAAAAAAIA/PgUCxpx1uwc/s72-c/abraco1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505792104488200605.post-3485233343984091685</id><published>2008-06-02T01:06:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T02:27:06.602+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ideias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dùvida'/><title type='text'>A cura...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SEiSODv_sCI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/vGCrwy-YZBw/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208573739276415010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" height="173" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SEiSODv_sCI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/vGCrwy-YZBw/s200/untitled.bmp" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fui,&lt;br /&gt;Fugi,&lt;br /&gt;Caí,&lt;br /&gt;Pedi,&lt;br /&gt;Lutei,&lt;br /&gt;Voltei,&lt;br /&gt;Sonhei...&lt;br /&gt;No meio de tudo isto,&lt;br /&gt;Não me curei...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2505792104488200605-3485233343984091685?l=ondemeesperas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/feeds/3485233343984091685/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505792104488200605&amp;postID=3485233343984091685&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/3485233343984091685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/3485233343984091685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/2008/06/cura.html' title='A cura...'/><author><name>Martim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11473372913138896788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SL2J7QEyfvI/AAAAAAAAALI/pbkUfiuAZec/S220/A+olhar+p%C3%B3+balao!_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SEiSODv_sCI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/vGCrwy-YZBw/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505792104488200605.post-3726753915052859339</id><published>2008-06-02T00:42:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T01:04:16.869+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ideias'/><title type='text'>Somente, cantar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SEM48GXvbZI/AAAAAAAAAHo/AQHKRdlkubY/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207068199323921810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SEM48GXvbZI/AAAAAAAAAHo/AQHKRdlkubY/s320/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um pássaro canta, mesmo estando preso...&lt;br /&gt;Um pássaro canta, mesmo não tendo amor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um pássaro canta, mesmo não podendo voar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um pássaro canta, mesmo estando só...&lt;br /&gt;Então, eu vou ser um pássaro,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somente para cantar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2505792104488200605-3726753915052859339?l=ondemeesperas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/feeds/3726753915052859339/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505792104488200605&amp;postID=3726753915052859339&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/3726753915052859339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/3726753915052859339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/2008/06/somente-cantar.html' title='Somente, cantar...'/><author><name>Martim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11473372913138896788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SL2J7QEyfvI/AAAAAAAAALI/pbkUfiuAZec/S220/A+olhar+p%C3%B3+balao!_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SEM48GXvbZI/AAAAAAAAAHo/AQHKRdlkubY/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505792104488200605.post-6209484523832699129</id><published>2008-05-28T00:46:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T01:23:22.095+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dùvida'/><title type='text'>Os sonhos de ontem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SDylVxKhGVI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/P-JqY6YDZAg/s1600-h/kiss_by_ngominhhan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205217062726736210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SDylVxKhGVI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/P-JqY6YDZAg/s320/kiss_by_ngominhhan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje sonhei contigo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sonhei que me querias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sonhei que me amavas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sonhei que hoje me completavas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que não era somente um amigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e tinha mudado a maneira como me vias...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acordo,e peço para voltar a sonhar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;não quero acordar deste sonho,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;em que te posso abraçar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;em que os teus beijos são meus,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e o mundo é tão mais risonho...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os meus sonhos são teus,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A minha alma tambem,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se um dia me faltou coragem,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje, quem não a tem?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gostava que me olhasses,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gostava que me quisesses,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gostava de ver o desejo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estampado no teu rosto...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peço-te somente um beijo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu vou sonhando acordado,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se por acaso me amas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É favor deixares recado...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E eu continuo aqui, apaixonado...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2505792104488200605-6209484523832699129?l=ondemeesperas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/feeds/6209484523832699129/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505792104488200605&amp;postID=6209484523832699129&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/6209484523832699129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/6209484523832699129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/2008/05/os-sonhos-de-ontem.html' title='Os sonhos de ontem...'/><author><name>Martim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11473372913138896788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SL2J7QEyfvI/AAAAAAAAALI/pbkUfiuAZec/S220/A+olhar+p%C3%B3+balao!_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SDylVxKhGVI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/P-JqY6YDZAg/s72-c/kiss_by_ngominhhan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505792104488200605.post-892873302208096409</id><published>2008-05-26T13:09:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T13:19:15.267+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Solidão'/><title type='text'>Simplesmente...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SDqqcBKhGUI/AAAAAAAAAHI/9i-6H5D6oWY/s1600-h/Velho%20em%20Lisboa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204659717705636162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SDqqcBKhGUI/AAAAAAAAAHI/9i-6H5D6oWY/s320/Velho%2520em%2520Lisboa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo não espera,&lt;br /&gt;A alegria, já não a tenho,&lt;br /&gt;A vida à muito se foi,&lt;br /&gt;O tempo seguiu e eu parei.&lt;br /&gt;Gelei com as memórias de um passado presente&lt;br /&gt;E, simplesmente fiquei…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já não ando,&lt;br /&gt;Já não vivo,&lt;br /&gt;Já não alimento a alma de amor,&lt;br /&gt;Porque dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente só existe dor,&lt;br /&gt;Dor forte,&lt;br /&gt;Dor muito forte,&lt;br /&gt;Dor que dói,&lt;br /&gt;Dor que magoa,&lt;br /&gt;Dor que simplesmente, é dor…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numa vida de tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Alegrias, muito poucas…&lt;br /&gt;O meu interior é cheio de sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;Cheio de coisas que foram,&lt;br /&gt;Que partiram contigo e nunca voltaram…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me velho,&lt;br /&gt;Decrépito,&lt;br /&gt;Sujo e abandonado,&lt;br /&gt;Como um mendigo que pede numa qualquer avenida,&lt;br /&gt;E que se cobre com uma simples folha de jornal,&lt;br /&gt;Que mesmo contendo notícias,&lt;br /&gt;Não o contém a ele…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero com isto criar rimas,&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente desabafo,&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente finjo que sou ouvido,&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente finjo que alguém se preocupa&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente sonho por entre letra,&lt;br /&gt;Porque sei que ninguém me rouba estes sonhos e,&lt;br /&gt;As letras nunca me deixaram sozinho…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2505792104488200605-892873302208096409?l=ondemeesperas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/feeds/892873302208096409/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505792104488200605&amp;postID=892873302208096409&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/892873302208096409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/892873302208096409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/2008/05/simplesmente.html' title='Simplesmente...'/><author><name>Martim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11473372913138896788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SL2J7QEyfvI/AAAAAAAAALI/pbkUfiuAZec/S220/A+olhar+p%C3%B3+balao!_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SDqqcBKhGUI/AAAAAAAAAHI/9i-6H5D6oWY/s72-c/Velho%2520em%2520Lisboa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505792104488200605.post-8102811533476303669</id><published>2008-05-26T13:03:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T13:09:51.505+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Vi-te...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SDqoPxKhGTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/5iuu_YNVR44/s1600-h/olhar_apaixonado-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204657308228983090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SDqoPxKhGTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/5iuu_YNVR44/s320/olhar_apaixonado-thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ontem ao ver o teu olhar,&lt;br /&gt;Vi-me a mim mesmo,&lt;br /&gt;Vi a vida que me falta,&lt;br /&gt;A vida que eu sempre quis&lt;br /&gt;Mas que nunca tive coragem para ter…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilusão louca esta&lt;br /&gt;Em que sonho acordado,&lt;br /&gt;Em que sonho de olhos fechados,&lt;br /&gt;Mas ao abri-los sei que estás aqui,&lt;br /&gt;Na memória e nos meus sonhos…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;PS – Se eu pudesse dava-te o mundo, mas como sou pobre, contenta-te com a lua…Sonho contigo acordado, mesmo que tu não o saibas…&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/2505792104488200605-8102811533476303669?l=ondemeesperas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/feeds/8102811533476303669/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505792104488200605&amp;postID=8102811533476303669&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/8102811533476303669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/8102811533476303669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/2008/05/vi-te.html' title='Vi-te...'/><author><name>Martim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11473372913138896788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SL2J7QEyfvI/AAAAAAAAALI/pbkUfiuAZec/S220/A+olhar+p%C3%B3+balao!_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SDqoPxKhGTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/5iuu_YNVR44/s72-c/olhar_apaixonado-thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505792104488200605.post-1738746789456678553</id><published>2008-05-17T20:34:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T20:58:57.871+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ideias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dùvida'/><title type='text'>Quando...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SC84OrxsE0I/AAAAAAAAAG4/WGws_YvFRc0/s1600-h/279759644_09cb5e03f8_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201437919556670274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SC84OrxsE0I/AAAAAAAAAG4/WGws_YvFRc0/s320/279759644_09cb5e03f8_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leva os sonhos contigo e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;guarda-os para o amanhã.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quando tiveres um amigo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quando tiveres a mente sã,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quando o sol brilhar e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tiveres força para lutar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quando as nuvens fugirem e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as pessoas te pedirem,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;simplesmente para voltar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2505792104488200605-1738746789456678553?l=ondemeesperas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/feeds/1738746789456678553/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505792104488200605&amp;postID=1738746789456678553&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/1738746789456678553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/1738746789456678553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/2008/05/quando.html' title='Quando...'/><author><name>Martim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11473372913138896788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SL2J7QEyfvI/AAAAAAAAALI/pbkUfiuAZec/S220/A+olhar+p%C3%B3+balao!_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SC84OrxsE0I/AAAAAAAAAG4/WGws_YvFRc0/s72-c/279759644_09cb5e03f8_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505792104488200605.post-8653757933618786179</id><published>2008-05-17T20:07:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T20:34:26.711+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ideias'/><title type='text'>Se o amanhã vier...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SC8uVLxsEzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/inUn96rxnDI/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201427036109542194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SC8uVLxsEzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/inUn96rxnDI/s320/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Se o amanhã vier,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vou fingir que não o vejo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Se o amanhã vier,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vou querer mais do que um beijo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Se o amanhã vier,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vou vivê-lo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Se o amanhã vier,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vou tentar não perdê-lo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Se o amanhã vier,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vou amá-lo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Se o amanhã vier,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vou tentar perdoá-lo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Se o amanhã vier,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vou tentar ser feliz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Se o amanhã vier,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vou fazer o que sempre quis...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Se o amanhã vier,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vou fingir que sou mais que um aprendiz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Então, ao saber de tudo isto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vou fingir que nada estava previsto e,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;vou viver como se não houvesse amanhã...&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/2505792104488200605-8653757933618786179?l=ondemeesperas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/feeds/8653757933618786179/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505792104488200605&amp;postID=8653757933618786179&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/8653757933618786179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/8653757933618786179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/2008/05/se-o-amanh-vier.html' title='Se o amanhã vier...'/><author><name>Martim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11473372913138896788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SL2J7QEyfvI/AAAAAAAAALI/pbkUfiuAZec/S220/A+olhar+p%C3%B3+balao!_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SC8uVLxsEzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/inUn96rxnDI/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505792104488200605.post-9223218259516527466</id><published>2008-05-13T22:10:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T22:28:38.942+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Solidão'/><title type='text'>Ontem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SCoHwbxsEyI/AAAAAAAAAGo/R8He7-D4QhA/s1600-h/f9cb5859908f3671ff44fafe8a423df530299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199977248423940898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SCoHwbxsEyI/AAAAAAAAAGo/R8He7-D4QhA/s320/f9cb5859908f3671ff44fafe8a423df530299.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O que eu ontem sabia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hoje já não sei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quem ontem me magoou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu hoje já perdoei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O mundo que ontem eu via,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hoje não é igual,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tudo está tão diferente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Já nada parece real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O amor que ontem sentia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hoje desapareceu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Os sentimentos vão morrendo e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O que morreu hoje era meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aos novos dias vou cedendo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Já não me sinto contente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Porque hoje,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O pó da minha alma pousou...&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/2505792104488200605-9223218259516527466?l=ondemeesperas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/feeds/9223218259516527466/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505792104488200605&amp;postID=9223218259516527466&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/9223218259516527466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/9223218259516527466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/2008/05/ontem.html' title='Ontem...'/><author><name>Martim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11473372913138896788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SL2J7QEyfvI/AAAAAAAAALI/pbkUfiuAZec/S220/A+olhar+p%C3%B3+balao!_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SCoHwbxsEyI/AAAAAAAAAGo/R8He7-D4QhA/s72-c/f9cb5859908f3671ff44fafe8a423df530299.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505792104488200605.post-7375120164216032174</id><published>2008-05-13T21:52:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T22:10:21.323+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dùvida'/><title type='text'>Palavras cruzadas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SCoDb7xsExI/AAAAAAAAAGg/F6ynWwbDq1w/s1600-h/MarianneLeCarrour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199972498190111506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SCoDb7xsExI/AAAAAAAAAGg/F6ynWwbDq1w/s320/MarianneLeCarrour.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Palavras cruzdas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Frases rimadas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;escondem sentimentos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Escondem mágoas guardadas,&lt;br /&gt;Escondem sofridos momentos,&lt;br /&gt;Escondem dores que nunca se esquecem,&lt;br /&gt;E mesmo que as rimas cessem&lt;br /&gt;Essas dores nunca serão esquecidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Também há rimas felizes,&lt;br /&gt;Que resumem momentos de felicidade,&lt;br /&gt;Lembrando pessoas queridas&lt;br /&gt;Perdidas n'outras cidades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por muita calçada que pises,&lt;br /&gt;Por muito que o teu corpo ande,&lt;br /&gt;Há pessoas que ficam para sempre,&lt;br /&gt;Por muito que a cabeça mande.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostava de sonhar menos,&lt;br /&gt;Gostava que tudo fosse mais real,&lt;br /&gt;Tornava os sentimentos pequenos,&lt;br /&gt;Para que em todos os dias nada fosse igual...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2505792104488200605-7375120164216032174?l=ondemeesperas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/feeds/7375120164216032174/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505792104488200605&amp;postID=7375120164216032174&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/7375120164216032174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/7375120164216032174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/2008/05/palavras-cruzadas.html' title='Palavras cruzadas'/><author><name>Martim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11473372913138896788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SL2J7QEyfvI/AAAAAAAAALI/pbkUfiuAZec/S220/A+olhar+p%C3%B3+balao!_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SCoDb7xsExI/AAAAAAAAAGg/F6ynWwbDq1w/s72-c/MarianneLeCarrour.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505792104488200605.post-8142036045319796635</id><published>2008-05-12T00:36:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T00:41:20.413+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ideias'/><title type='text'>Velhos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SCeD_7xsEwI/AAAAAAAAAGY/lTzNAVryQUs/s1600-h/Tempo_abre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199269429223625474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SCeD_7xsEwI/AAAAAAAAAGY/lTzNAVryQUs/s320/Tempo_abre.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Por vezes penso no tempo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Em como passa devagar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quando um dia abrimos os olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Já a velhice está a chegar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Somos coisas velhas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dependemos de tudo que gira,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ninguém é dono do seu corpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;porque por si só, ele respira...&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/2505792104488200605-8142036045319796635?l=ondemeesperas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/feeds/8142036045319796635/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505792104488200605&amp;postID=8142036045319796635&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/8142036045319796635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/8142036045319796635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/2008/05/velhos.html' title='Velhos...'/><author><name>Martim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11473372913138896788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SL2J7QEyfvI/AAAAAAAAALI/pbkUfiuAZec/S220/A+olhar+p%C3%B3+balao!_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SCeD_7xsEwI/AAAAAAAAAGY/lTzNAVryQUs/s72-c/Tempo_abre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505792104488200605.post-3681932912567105730</id><published>2008-05-12T00:05:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T00:15:59.039+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ideias'/><title type='text'>Ser poeta é...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SCd97LxsEvI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/5uYjWL_fXiY/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199262750549480178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SCd97LxsEvI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/5uYjWL_fXiY/s320/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ser poeta é ser quem não somos,&lt;br /&gt;Imaginando alguém a viver dentro de nós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ser poeta é ir onde nunca fomos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fluir por um rio a baixo, somente para encontrar a foz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No meu imaginário &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Existe mais que um cenário;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Existem sonhos falhados,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Existem lágrimas que escondem pecados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;que habitam na imaginaçao,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;que me roubam a alegria do coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;que existia dentro de mim...&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/2505792104488200605-3681932912567105730?l=ondemeesperas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/feeds/3681932912567105730/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505792104488200605&amp;postID=3681932912567105730&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/3681932912567105730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/3681932912567105730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/2008/05/ser-poeta.html' title='Ser poeta é...'/><author><name>Martim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11473372913138896788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SL2J7QEyfvI/AAAAAAAAALI/pbkUfiuAZec/S220/A+olhar+p%C3%B3+balao!_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SCd97LxsEvI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/5uYjWL_fXiY/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505792104488200605.post-203997251318874341</id><published>2008-05-10T18:34:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T18:52:40.766+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ideias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dùvida'/><title type='text'>Perguntas sem resposta??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SCXgw8IAsBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/MZ81xq0SiQQ/s1600-h/questionmarkpw8xz5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198808476247175186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SCXgw8IAsBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/MZ81xq0SiQQ/s320/questionmarkpw8xz5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Estive hoje a vaguear pela internet(um mundo á parte) e encontrei uma página que juntava perguntas deixadas pelos visitantes e que até a mim me baralharam...Então decidi postar para ver se alguém sabe responder a alguma destas perguntas:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Passo a citar algumas das perguntas:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque é que os números de telefone marcados por engano nunca estão ocupados?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se uma das nadadoras de natação sincronizada se afogar, o resto também se afoga?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se tentares falhar e conseguires, foi um fracasso ou um sucesso?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se a caixa negra nunca se danifica com a queda do avião, porque é que todo o avião não é feito desse material?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque é que os sumos de limão são feitos com aromas artificiais e os detergentes de loiça com limões verdadeiros?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque é que o Batman usa as cuecas por cima das calças?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque é que as lojas 24 horas tem fechaduras nas portas?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque é que nos anúncios a pensos higiénicos utilizam liquido azul?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque é que não existe comida para gato com sabor a rato ou comida para cães com sabor a gato?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como pode o Pato Donald ter sobrinhos se não tem irmãos?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por que é que um homem diz que foi pescar quando não pescou nada?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque é que soutien está no singular e cuecas no plural?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;porque temos que lavar as toalhas de banho, se depois que tomamos banho estamos sempre limpos ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Espero que alguém arranje respostas criativas e que consigam ao mesmo tempo responder a alguma das perguntas...abraços a todos e boa sorte:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2505792104488200605-203997251318874341?l=ondemeesperas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/feeds/203997251318874341/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505792104488200605&amp;postID=203997251318874341&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/203997251318874341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/203997251318874341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/2008/05/perguntas-sem-resposta.html' title='Perguntas sem resposta??'/><author><name>Martim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11473372913138896788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SL2J7QEyfvI/AAAAAAAAALI/pbkUfiuAZec/S220/A+olhar+p%C3%B3+balao!_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SCXgw8IAsBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/MZ81xq0SiQQ/s72-c/questionmarkpw8xz5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505792104488200605.post-4266523986538654453</id><published>2008-05-07T01:02:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T01:12:24.033+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ideias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dùvida'/><title type='text'>Procurar e nunca encontrar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SCDzlPipNeI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ethvQYTdv9s/s1600-h/girl_blonde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197421791138100706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SCDzlPipNeI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ethvQYTdv9s/s400/girl_blonde.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Procurar e procurar,&lt;br /&gt;Sem nunca, nada encontrar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Passamos o tempo a debater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ideias que já se apagaram,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que na nossa cabeça embalsamamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As memórias na cabeça guardaram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Os sonhos que nunca nos chegaram a pertencer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aquelas coisas que sempre quisemos ter,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas que nunca conseguimos obter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vivemos para um futuro que nunca vem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que sempre se atrasa na hora de chegar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que faz o coração chorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sem força para bater.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O que será que a vida contém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Para nela querermos estar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sem saber se o melhor é ir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sem saber se é melhor ficar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É difícil dizer o que sinto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O que me passa pela mente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Uma pessoa ao mostrar o que sente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Deixa fugir muita da dor guardada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É como rir sem haver piada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não se molhar numa chuvada…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Faltam palavras para dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aquilo que realmente quero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O que será que espero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Desta vida dura e triste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O que julga alguém que assiste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A todas as dúvidas que tenho?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Resposta a isto nunca obtenho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Com este silêncio sinto-me desesperar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sem saber onde ir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sem saber onde parar…&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/2505792104488200605-4266523986538654453?l=ondemeesperas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/feeds/4266523986538654453/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505792104488200605&amp;postID=4266523986538654453&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/4266523986538654453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/4266523986538654453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/2008/05/procurar-e-nunca-encontrar.html' title='Procurar e nunca encontrar...'/><author><name>Martim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11473372913138896788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SL2J7QEyfvI/AAAAAAAAALI/pbkUfiuAZec/S220/A+olhar+p%C3%B3+balao!_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SCDzlPipNeI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ethvQYTdv9s/s72-c/girl_blonde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505792104488200605.post-2718879102709765255</id><published>2008-05-03T02:53:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T01:18:48.388+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Solidão'/><title type='text'>Silêncio...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SBvG9vipNcI/AAAAAAAAAE0/nnIR5G_zlcA/s1600-h/silencio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195965359138092482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SBvG9vipNcI/AAAAAAAAAE0/nnIR5G_zlcA/s400/silencio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O silêncio mata-me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O vazio da tua voz destrói-me aos poucos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Diz-me onde te perdeste para que te possa salvar, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para que possa trazer-te para o pé de mim… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Canta-me ao ouvido aquela música,&lt;br /&gt;Aquela que sabes tão bem cantar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E que me fazia dormir acordado… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Diz-me as palavras que tenho saudades de ouvir, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aquelas que me faziam sorrir &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E que me faziam viver sem querer o amanhã…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vá lá, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faz o que te peço, só desta vez, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já estou cheio de ouvir os ses que a vida me dá. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De ilusões e sonhos vivi até hoje, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faz me sentir a realidade, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faz-me acordar deste sonho bom &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para viver uma realidade melhor, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sem dores, para que a vida se resuma ao amor, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De alguém como tu…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2505792104488200605-2718879102709765255?l=ondemeesperas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/feeds/2718879102709765255/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505792104488200605&amp;postID=2718879102709765255&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/2718879102709765255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/2718879102709765255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/2008/05/silncio.html' title='Silêncio...'/><author><name>Martim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11473372913138896788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SL2J7QEyfvI/AAAAAAAAALI/pbkUfiuAZec/S220/A+olhar+p%C3%B3+balao!_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SBvG9vipNcI/AAAAAAAAAE0/nnIR5G_zlcA/s72-c/silencio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505792104488200605.post-4330178139365354376</id><published>2008-05-03T02:29:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T02:49:56.596+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Solidão'/><title type='text'>Hoje chorei...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SBvEa_ipNbI/AAAAAAAAAEs/CXBLFy5hKus/s1600-h/Tears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195962563114382770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SBvEa_ipNbI/AAAAAAAAAEs/CXBLFy5hKus/s400/Tears.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje chorei&lt;br /&gt;Chorei porque não tinha quem me quisesse ouvir, chorei porque ninguém queria saber com eu estava hoje, chorei porque não tinha quem quisesse ajudar-me a apagar as mágoas de uma vida mal vivida, chorei porque não tinha quem me limpasse as lágrimas que caíam…&lt;br /&gt;Acho que por vezes prefiro a morte á triste e pequena vida que tenho, cheia de sonhos perdidos e vontades que nunca chegam a ser realidade…&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me mal por ser como sou, sinto-me mal por ser quem sou e, se pudesse escolher, morria agora para acordar num outro sitio onde tudo será diferente…Acho que quero demais da vida, quero ser mais do que sou e ter mais do que o que tenho, sou ambicioso admito, mas nada que ninguém não tenho sido algum dia…&lt;br /&gt;Tira-me daqui e leva-me para outro lugar que ainda não tenha estado e deixa-me morrer para o amanhã…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2505792104488200605-4330178139365354376?l=ondemeesperas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/feeds/4330178139365354376/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505792104488200605&amp;postID=4330178139365354376&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/4330178139365354376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/4330178139365354376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/2008/05/hoje-chorei.html' title='Hoje chorei...'/><author><name>Martim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11473372913138896788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SL2J7QEyfvI/AAAAAAAAALI/pbkUfiuAZec/S220/A+olhar+p%C3%B3+balao!_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SBvEa_ipNbI/AAAAAAAAAEs/CXBLFy5hKus/s72-c/Tears.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505792104488200605.post-1320979340576902514</id><published>2008-04-29T00:59:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T01:06:21.824+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ideias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dùvida'/><title type='text'>Os amigos...</title><content type='html'>"Para conhecermos os amigos,o ser humano precisa passar pela abundância e pela escassez... Na abundância verificamos a quantidade ,e na escassez verificamos a qualidade..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Alexandre_Flaming/"&gt;Alexandre Flaming&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;É bem verdade, qual de nós um dia não pensou ter tudo em relação a um amigo mas a qualidade faltava??Quem nunca pensou ter poucos amigos mas ao menos esses poucos, eram optimos amigos??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Não se deixem enganar, porque nem tudo que parece o é realmente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2505792104488200605-1320979340576902514?l=ondemeesperas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/feeds/1320979340576902514/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505792104488200605&amp;postID=1320979340576902514&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/1320979340576902514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/1320979340576902514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/2008/04/os-amigos.html' title='Os amigos...'/><author><name>Martim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11473372913138896788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SL2J7QEyfvI/AAAAAAAAALI/pbkUfiuAZec/S220/A+olhar+p%C3%B3+balao!_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505792104488200605.post-148612175115969030</id><published>2008-04-23T00:51:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T00:51:26.869+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fernando Pessoa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/ydAbRtI-k08' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/ydAbRtI-k08'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;O verdadeiro mestre das palavras...como é possivel ter existido alguém assim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dá que pensar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS- valeu a pena&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2505792104488200605-148612175115969030?l=ondemeesperas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/feeds/148612175115969030/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505792104488200605&amp;postID=148612175115969030&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/148612175115969030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/148612175115969030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/2008/04/fernando-pessoa.html' title='Fernando Pessoa'/><author><name>Martim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11473372913138896788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SL2J7QEyfvI/AAAAAAAAALI/pbkUfiuAZec/S220/A+olhar+p%C3%B3+balao!_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505792104488200605.post-5671654077259854281</id><published>2008-04-22T00:46:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T00:46:13.098+01:00</updated><title type='text'>DEVANEIOS  de Ramon Navarro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/EjOYpdIkDRw' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/EjOYpdIkDRw'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;É pena estar em Brasileiro mas este poema é algo de extraordinario...amar só por amar, aqui, além...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;espero que gostem:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2505792104488200605-5671654077259854281?l=ondemeesperas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/feeds/5671654077259854281/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505792104488200605&amp;postID=5671654077259854281&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/5671654077259854281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/5671654077259854281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/2008/04/devaneios-de-ramon-navarro.html' title='DEVANEIOS  de Ramon Navarro'/><author><name>Martim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11473372913138896788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SL2J7QEyfvI/AAAAAAAAALI/pbkUfiuAZec/S220/A+olhar+p%C3%B3+balao!_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505792104488200605.post-8831649334119270519</id><published>2008-04-15T19:59:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T00:29:20.549+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ideias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dùvida'/><title type='text'>Mudanças...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SAT8WT0A_YI/AAAAAAAAADs/VWaqMxUcjS8/s1600-h/mujimasa[1].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189550130843417986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SAT8WT0A_YI/AAAAAAAAADs/VWaqMxUcjS8/s320/mujimasa%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Eu não me envergonho de corrigir os meus erros e mudar as minhas opiniões, porque não me envergonho de raciocinar e aprender."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alexandre Herculano&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS.- Viver para aprender...Nada é certo na vida...Tudo muda e nada é tão correcto como se vê á primeira vista, evoluimos enquanto crescemos e a visão que temops das coisas muda connosco...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2505792104488200605-8831649334119270519?l=ondemeesperas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/feeds/8831649334119270519/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505792104488200605&amp;postID=8831649334119270519&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/8831649334119270519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/8831649334119270519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/2008/04/mudanas.html' title='Mudanças...'/><author><name>Martim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11473372913138896788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SL2J7QEyfvI/AAAAAAAAALI/pbkUfiuAZec/S220/A+olhar+p%C3%B3+balao!_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SAT8WT0A_YI/AAAAAAAAADs/VWaqMxUcjS8/s72-c/mujimasa%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505792104488200605.post-1712924761764498296</id><published>2008-04-15T00:55:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T00:30:50.653+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saudade'/><title type='text'>Eu sei...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SAPwJT0A_XI/AAAAAAAAADk/bTR5bKBvcis/s1600-h/20060819102803-campo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189255238388874610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SAPwJT0A_XI/AAAAAAAAADk/bTR5bKBvcis/s320/20060819102803-campo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Onde quer que vás eu sei,&lt;br /&gt;Onde hoje &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;páras&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Eu ontem parei.&lt;br /&gt;Quem vê corações não vê caras…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me esqueço.&lt;br /&gt;Não me recordo.&lt;br /&gt;Nada a ninguém peço&lt;br /&gt;Porque não sei se amanhã acordo….&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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sei...'/><author><name>Martim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11473372913138896788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SL2J7QEyfvI/AAAAAAAAALI/pbkUfiuAZec/S220/A+olhar+p%C3%B3+balao!_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SAPwJT0A_XI/AAAAAAAAADk/bTR5bKBvcis/s72-c/20060819102803-campo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505792104488200605.post-5111993296882554663</id><published>2008-04-15T00:25:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T20:07:40.910+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Solidão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dùvida'/><title type='text'>Quem me ama?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SAPsXT0A_WI/AAAAAAAAADc/HQwB8l6vuCw/s1600-h/my_heavy_heart_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189251080860532066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SAPsXT0A_WI/AAAAAAAAADc/HQwB8l6vuCw/s320/my_heavy_heart_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quem me ama?&lt;br /&gt;Quem se lembra de mim quando a tristeza chama?&lt;br /&gt;Sinto uma infelicidade,&lt;br /&gt;Imprópria para a minha idade,&lt;br /&gt;Como se a vida não tivesse sabor,&lt;br /&gt;Como se nada tivesse valor…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vida madrasta,&lt;br /&gt;Que os nossos sonhos castra&lt;br /&gt;Quando menos esperamos e,&lt;br /&gt;Quando encontramos o amor&lt;br /&gt;Sabemos que um dia acaba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanto mais fundo se escava,&lt;br /&gt;Menos temos para encontrar…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2505792104488200605-5111993296882554663?l=ondemeesperas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/feeds/5111993296882554663/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505792104488200605&amp;postID=5111993296882554663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/5111993296882554663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/5111993296882554663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/2008/04/quem-me-ama.html' title='Quem me ama?'/><author><name>Martim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11473372913138896788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SL2J7QEyfvI/AAAAAAAAALI/pbkUfiuAZec/S220/A+olhar+p%C3%B3+balao!_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SAPsXT0A_WI/AAAAAAAAADc/HQwB8l6vuCw/s72-c/my_heavy_heart_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505792104488200605.post-4956321536440365271</id><published>2008-04-14T23:50:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T00:32:35.099+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ideias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saudade'/><title type='text'>O passado já foi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SAPjPz0A_VI/AAAAAAAAADU/d2FQW1Va4yU/s1600-h/pintura2[1].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189241056406863186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SAPjPz0A_VI/AAAAAAAAADU/d2FQW1Va4yU/s320/pintura2%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Viver é ser outro. Nem sentir é possível se hoje se sente como ontem se sentiu: sentir hoje o mesmo que ontem não é sentir - é lembrar hoje o que se sentiu ontem, ser hoje o cadáver vivo do que ontem foi a vida perdida."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS.- Viver do passado é não aproveitar o hoje...A vida é para ser aproveitada como se não houvesse ontem ou amanhã mas somente o hoje conta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2505792104488200605-4956321536440365271?l=ondemeesperas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/feeds/4956321536440365271/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505792104488200605&amp;postID=4956321536440365271&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/4956321536440365271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/4956321536440365271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/2008/04/o-passado-ja-foi.html' title='O passado já foi...'/><author><name>Martim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11473372913138896788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SL2J7QEyfvI/AAAAAAAAALI/pbkUfiuAZec/S220/A+olhar+p%C3%B3+balao!_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SAPjPz0A_VI/AAAAAAAAADU/d2FQW1Va4yU/s72-c/pintura2%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505792104488200605.post-2768411575436794877</id><published>2008-04-10T20:06:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T20:21:47.056+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Solidão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dùvida'/><title type='text'>A chuva que cai...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/R_5oViaqytI/AAAAAAAAADI/AaXboZnefYw/s1600-h/Chuva.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187698540002593490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/R_5oViaqytI/AAAAAAAAADI/AaXboZnefYw/s320/Chuva.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A chuva que cai lá fora,&lt;br /&gt;que ao chegar estremece,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;que prende os meus pensamentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;e me faz perder em mim mesmo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Procuro-me em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;mas vejo que não me pertenço,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;eu sou do mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;mas no mundo, nada é meu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Quem sou eu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;O que é meu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Se nada é de ninguém,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ninguém, nada meu tem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A Chuva continua a cair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;como se nao houvesse amanhã,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;apetece-me fugir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;e só voltar pela manhã...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Vou esperar pelo sol,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;por um novo dia que vem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;quero me rir e andar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;mas vou vaguear com quem?&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/2505792104488200605-2768411575436794877?l=ondemeesperas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/feeds/2768411575436794877/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505792104488200605&amp;postID=2768411575436794877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/2768411575436794877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/2768411575436794877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/2008/04/chuva-que-cai.html' title='A chuva que cai...'/><author><name>Martim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11473372913138896788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SL2J7QEyfvI/AAAAAAAAALI/pbkUfiuAZec/S220/A+olhar+p%C3%B3+balao!_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/R_5oViaqytI/AAAAAAAAADI/AaXboZnefYw/s72-c/Chuva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505792104488200605.post-7430735928133959929</id><published>2008-04-03T01:02:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T01:33:27.413+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Solidão'/><title type='text'>Amanhã ao acordar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/R_QllBxqxfI/AAAAAAAAADA/_av9ORSI8iM/s1600-h/lagrima.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184810389072430578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/R_QllBxqxfI/AAAAAAAAADA/_av9ORSI8iM/s320/lagrima.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E se amanhã ao acordar não estiveres aqui?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E se a morte decidir levar-te para longe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;para aquele sitio eternamente iluminado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e que vive no sonho das pessoas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sabes quanta falta me vais fazer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saber quanto um abraço teu eu vou querer?&lt;br /&gt;És a pessoa que me viu crescer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e fez de mim aquilo que sou,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que sabe donde vim e para onde vou,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sem eu ter que o dizer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Custa-me imaginar as saudades que vou ter,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de tudo aquilo que sempre foste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foste o melhor exemplo de pessoa que tive,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fazes-me lembrar do lugares onde estive,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e dás me força para lutar por um melhor amanhã...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fizeste-me ver luz num mundo já escuro,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;trouxeste me ao mundo com vontade,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;guiaste-me pela felicidade e,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fizeste de mim um homem puro...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS- Por tudo eu te agradeço...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2505792104488200605-7430735928133959929?l=ondemeesperas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/feeds/7430735928133959929/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505792104488200605&amp;postID=7430735928133959929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/7430735928133959929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/7430735928133959929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/2008/04/amanh-ao-acordar.html' title='Amanhã ao acordar...'/><author><name>Martim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11473372913138896788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SL2J7QEyfvI/AAAAAAAAALI/pbkUfiuAZec/S220/A+olhar+p%C3%B3+balao!_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/R_QllBxqxfI/AAAAAAAAADA/_av9ORSI8iM/s72-c/lagrima.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505792104488200605.post-7329136059420583466</id><published>2008-04-01T23:46:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T00:10:05.201+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ideias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saudade'/><title type='text'>O quanto a vida mudou...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/R_LAfxxqxeI/AAAAAAAAAC4/mCQFc0WHwTs/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184417773227001314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/R_LAfxxqxeI/AAAAAAAAAC4/mCQFc0WHwTs/s320/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sempre que penso no tempo que passou e no quanto a minha vida tem mudado, vejo o quanto a vida era tão melhor quando era vivida com simplicidade e pureza, tanto nos sentimentos, como nas palavras...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A vida deve ser vivida com prazer, com gosto pelo que fazemos, e devemos só dizer aquilo que pensamos porque não adianta mentir, enganar ou fingir coisas que nada de verdadeiro têm....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ás vezes penso se vale a pena mentir acerca daquilo que sentimos por alguém porque a verdade vem sempre ao de cima como o azeite sobre a água...vale a pena dizer que esquecemos os momentos que passamos com esta ou aquela pessoa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sinto saudades de tanta coisa, de sorrisos dados com verdadeira pureza, de conversas em que mostramos o realmente somos e temos para dar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque é que a vida faz as pessoas perdoarem quem sempre errou e não valoriza ninguem e, que vê nas pessoas simples objectos para usar e deitar fora...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Onde estás tu agora?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desapareceste...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS- nunca esperei um perdão...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2505792104488200605-7329136059420583466?l=ondemeesperas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/feeds/7329136059420583466/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505792104488200605&amp;postID=7329136059420583466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/7329136059420583466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/7329136059420583466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/2008/04/o-quanto-vida-mudou.html' title='O quanto a vida mudou...'/><author><name>Martim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11473372913138896788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SL2J7QEyfvI/AAAAAAAAALI/pbkUfiuAZec/S220/A+olhar+p%C3%B3+balao!_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/R_LAfxxqxeI/AAAAAAAAAC4/mCQFc0WHwTs/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505792104488200605.post-269698973412556415</id><published>2008-04-01T05:21:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T05:41:20.130+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ideias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dùvida'/><title type='text'>Aquilo que vamos sendo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/R_G78RxqxdI/AAAAAAAAACw/I6hVwR_8V2A/s1600-h/why_so_alone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184131290318423506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/R_G78RxqxdI/AAAAAAAAACw/I6hVwR_8V2A/s320/why_so_alone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando se perde algo de valioso na vida será possivel substituir o que perdemos ou isso ficará para sempre dentro de nós como se fosse uma parte do que somos?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por vezes parece que as coisas passam e nada fica, como se as memórias ficassem para trás e o que interessa é aquilo que hoje temos e somos, moldando a nossa personalidade ao meio que nos rodeia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por vezes a saudade parece que dá cabo de tudo o que formamos durante o tempo que passamos sem essa mesma coisa e, será que nesse mesmo momento, o que perdemos não volta a fazer parte de nós?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como disse um dia uma pessoa: "O que somos mais do que aquilo que vamos sendo?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2505792104488200605-269698973412556415?l=ondemeesperas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/feeds/269698973412556415/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505792104488200605&amp;postID=269698973412556415&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/269698973412556415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/269698973412556415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/2008/04/aquilo-que-vamos-sendo.html' title='Aquilo que vamos sendo...'/><author><name>Martim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11473372913138896788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SL2J7QEyfvI/AAAAAAAAALI/pbkUfiuAZec/S220/A+olhar+p%C3%B3+balao!_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/R_G78RxqxdI/AAAAAAAAACw/I6hVwR_8V2A/s72-c/why_so_alone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505792104488200605.post-4313160727889531223</id><published>2008-03-30T23:47:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T00:21:59.498+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ideias'/><title type='text'>Vale a pena??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/R_AgZxxqxcI/AAAAAAAAACo/eKIogUhBXmg/s1600-h/_fleur_du_mal__by_rache_engel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183678798333920706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/R_AgZxxqxcI/AAAAAAAAACo/eKIogUhBXmg/s320/_fleur_du_mal__by_rache_engel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vale a pena viver?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu digo que sim, se na nossa vida ainda tivermos crianças a brincar nas ruas, que sorriem para as coisas boas da vida...é tao bom ouvir os risos a ecoarem pelas ruas cheias de gente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vale a pena viver enquanto houverem flores a nascer nas beiras da estradas e que nascem no meio do nada...uma flor é algo extraordinário, consegue nascer em sitios que nada tem a ver com a sua beleza. Quem nunca viu uma flor nascer num sitio onde só havia lixo e sujidade?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Há tanta beleza na vida, escondida em sítios que nunca reparámos e que por vezes pode conter mais beleza do que aquilo que temos mesmo em frente dos nossos olhos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tem piada viver na incerteza do amanha e nao saber o que nos espera ao abrir os olhos para um novo dia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorrir para a vida é alegrar a alma...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2505792104488200605-4313160727889531223?l=ondemeesperas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/feeds/4313160727889531223/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505792104488200605&amp;postID=4313160727889531223&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/4313160727889531223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/4313160727889531223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/2008/03/vale-pena.html' title='Vale a pena??'/><author><name>Martim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11473372913138896788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SL2J7QEyfvI/AAAAAAAAALI/pbkUfiuAZec/S220/A+olhar+p%C3%B3+balao!_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/R_AgZxxqxcI/AAAAAAAAACo/eKIogUhBXmg/s72-c/_fleur_du_mal__by_rache_engel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505792104488200605.post-3352707341174933244</id><published>2008-03-26T00:22:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-03-26T00:56:15.752Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Solidão'/><title type='text'>Aí vem o amanhã...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/R-mbSxxqxbI/AAAAAAAAACg/PiwzMaPPWQg/s1600-h/vazio.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181843593168078258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/R-mbSxxqxbI/AAAAAAAAACg/PiwzMaPPWQg/s320/vazio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quem me dá o amanhã?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quem me faz acordar para um novo dia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Amanhã podia não abrir os olhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;podia ficar perdido num vazio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a ultrapassar a insatisfação de dias mal vividos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dá-me mais vinho, porque a vida é nada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A vida é um mundo á parte,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;é um mundo perdido para quem aqui está...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É tanto o querer mais do que aquilo que podemos ter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;que sem dar conta disso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;passamos uma vida de insatisfação,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;num eterno e doloroso vazio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2505792104488200605-3352707341174933244?l=ondemeesperas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/feeds/3352707341174933244/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505792104488200605&amp;postID=3352707341174933244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/3352707341174933244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/3352707341174933244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/2008/03/vem-o-amanh.html' title='Aí vem o amanhã...'/><author><name>Martim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11473372913138896788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SL2J7QEyfvI/AAAAAAAAALI/pbkUfiuAZec/S220/A+olhar+p%C3%B3+balao!_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/R-mbSxxqxbI/AAAAAAAAACg/PiwzMaPPWQg/s72-c/vazio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505792104488200605.post-2886944512334989809</id><published>2008-03-18T02:21:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-18T02:30:18.792Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dùvida'/><title type='text'>Assim sou eu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/R98n4hGrOMI/AAAAAAAAACQ/nahgyDMphNg/s1600-h/setas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178901948411885762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/R98n4hGrOMI/AAAAAAAAACQ/nahgyDMphNg/s320/setas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sou assim,&lt;br /&gt;Um vazio de virtudes,&lt;br /&gt;Sem encantos e paixões,&lt;br /&gt;Oco e vazio,&lt;br /&gt;Frio e gelado,&lt;br /&gt;Guiado pelo que a vida me deu,&lt;br /&gt;Nada do que tive até hoje foi meu,&lt;br /&gt;Nem a alma que tenho é minha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivo de angústias e sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;Que por mais que queira não os alcanço,&lt;br /&gt;Deus tirou-me a vontade,&lt;br /&gt;Trocou os sonhos de criança&lt;br /&gt;Por um enorme cansaço,&lt;br /&gt;Que parece engolir tudo o que tenho em mim&lt;br /&gt;E me faz viver sempre para o amanhã&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca mais chega…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde está o manto que me cobria aos cinco?&lt;br /&gt;Onde está a luz que não me guiou aos dez?&lt;br /&gt;Onde está o pão que me fugiu durante tantos anos?&lt;br /&gt;Onde está a irmã que me fugiu aos quatro?&lt;br /&gt;Onde está o amor dos quinze?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tantos números que, para mim, dizem tanto&lt;br /&gt;Mas que para a maioria diz tão pouco… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2505792104488200605-2886944512334989809?l=ondemeesperas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/feeds/2886944512334989809/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505792104488200605&amp;postID=2886944512334989809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/2886944512334989809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/2886944512334989809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/2008/03/assim-sou-eu.html' title='Assim sou eu...'/><author><name>Martim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11473372913138896788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SL2J7QEyfvI/AAAAAAAAALI/pbkUfiuAZec/S220/A+olhar+p%C3%B3+balao!_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/R98n4hGrOMI/AAAAAAAAACQ/nahgyDMphNg/s72-c/setas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505792104488200605.post-6246060376865366999</id><published>2008-03-18T02:17:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-18T02:35:00.621Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dùvida'/><title type='text'>Nasci porquê?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/R98nDRGrOLI/AAAAAAAAACI/ObPlCLu-Z7A/s1600-h/nascer%2Bdo%2Bsol%2B5000%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178901033583851698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/R98nDRGrOLI/AAAAAAAAACI/ObPlCLu-Z7A/s320/nascer%2Bdo%2Bsol%2B5000%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Nasci porquê?&lt;br /&gt;Vivo para quê?&lt;br /&gt;Nada somos e nada seremos.&lt;br /&gt;Quando a morte chegar quem se lembrará de nós?&lt;br /&gt;Quem se lembrará da nossa voz?&lt;br /&gt;Quem sentirá saudades daquilo que um dia fomos?&lt;br /&gt;Tudo se torna cinza e pó&lt;br /&gt;E somos levados pela brisa do esquecimento….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã esquecemos aquilo que hoje vivemos,&lt;br /&gt;Todos nós vivemos de amores e cansaços,&lt;br /&gt;Todos sentimos saudades de abraços&lt;br /&gt;Que se foram perdendo na bruma do tempo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos morreremos por um momento,&lt;br /&gt;Mas duvidamos do que virá de seguida&lt;br /&gt;Será o eterno vazio ou será outra vida?&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém sabe responder a nada disto&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo tendo vividos milhentas vidas,&lt;br /&gt;Pois terá vivido sem saber…&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/2505792104488200605-6246060376865366999?l=ondemeesperas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/feeds/6246060376865366999/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505792104488200605&amp;postID=6246060376865366999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/6246060376865366999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/6246060376865366999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/2008/03/nasci-porqu.html' title='Nasci porquê?'/><author><name>Martim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11473372913138896788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SL2J7QEyfvI/AAAAAAAAALI/pbkUfiuAZec/S220/A+olhar+p%C3%B3+balao!_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/R98nDRGrOLI/AAAAAAAAACI/ObPlCLu-Z7A/s72-c/nascer%2Bdo%2Bsol%2B5000%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505792104488200605.post-5043144565875039159</id><published>2008-03-17T02:16:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-03-18T02:31:15.196Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dùvida'/><title type='text'>Dúvida</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Alguém sabe o que é sofrer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Se alguém souber que me diga, porque eu não sei se é isto que hoje estou a sentir...É um vazio no estômago?É um nó na barriga ou é mais do que isso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Sinto-me triste, sinto-me sozinho, como se o mundo lá fora não percebesse isto que sinto e que me faz ver que a vida não são só os momentos bons em que sorrimos e nos sentimos amados e entendidos por alguém que sem saber como, nos percebe e nos faz ter vontade para viver o amanhã porque somos simplesmente especiais aos olhos de outra pessoa que nos valoriza como ninguém nos valorizou até aquele momento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Porque é que tudo tem que acabar, será que a pureza de um sentimento não chega para tudo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;o amor é bom quando é vivido com simplicidade e pureza....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;P.S. - Nunca mudei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2505792104488200605-5043144565875039159?l=ondemeesperas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/feeds/5043144565875039159/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505792104488200605&amp;postID=5043144565875039159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/5043144565875039159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/5043144565875039159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/2008/03/dvida.html' title='Dúvida'/><author><name>Martim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11473372913138896788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SL2J7QEyfvI/AAAAAAAAALI/pbkUfiuAZec/S220/A+olhar+p%C3%B3+balao!_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505792104488200605.post-1208144729023774086</id><published>2008-03-04T14:23:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-18T02:33:08.979Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Respirar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/R81b3foP0NI/AAAAAAAAABo/dUD87rPFF3A/s1600-h/respirar%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173892555859808466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/R81b3foP0NI/AAAAAAAAABo/dUD87rPFF3A/s320/respirar%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para respirar&lt;br /&gt;Não chega o ar,&lt;br /&gt;Para me contentar&lt;br /&gt;Com esta vida que me veio calhar,&lt;br /&gt;Na lotaria que teve lugar…&lt;br /&gt;Não me deixaram verificar,&lt;br /&gt;Se com isto eu ficava a ganhar.&lt;br /&gt;Quem é a pessoa que está a mandar&lt;br /&gt;Neste mundo sempre a girar,&lt;br /&gt;Que roda e roda sem parar?&lt;br /&gt;Um dia fiquei a pensar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Em tudo o que se estava a passar,&lt;br /&gt;Vim por fim a detectar&lt;br /&gt;Que vale a pena amar,&lt;br /&gt;Se for puro o gostar…&lt;br /&gt;Não vale a pena apressar&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que está para vir,&lt;br /&gt;Basta esperar,&lt;br /&gt;Olhar o céu e deixar a alma subir…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2505792104488200605-1208144729023774086?l=ondemeesperas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/feeds/1208144729023774086/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505792104488200605&amp;postID=1208144729023774086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/1208144729023774086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/1208144729023774086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/2008/03/respirar.html' title='Respirar...'/><author><name>Martim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11473372913138896788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SL2J7QEyfvI/AAAAAAAAALI/pbkUfiuAZec/S220/A+olhar+p%C3%B3+balao!_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/R81b3foP0NI/AAAAAAAAABo/dUD87rPFF3A/s72-c/respirar%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505792104488200605.post-5457495561678614820</id><published>2008-03-04T14:13:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-03-18T02:31:45.984Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ideias'/><title type='text'>Senhor Tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/R81at_oP0MI/AAAAAAAAABg/GLnyLEP7Qgk/s1600-h/tempo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173891293139423426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/R81at_oP0MI/AAAAAAAAABg/GLnyLEP7Qgk/s320/tempo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Onde pára o tempo,&lt;br /&gt;O tempo que custa a passar?&lt;br /&gt;Não sei onde ele se esconde,&lt;br /&gt;Mas um dia hei de encontrar.&lt;br /&gt;Acho que ele se perdeu,&lt;br /&gt;Numa rua muito escura.&lt;br /&gt;Pensou que o tempo era seu,&lt;br /&gt;Agora anda para aí á procura.&lt;br /&gt;Anda para aí baralhado,&lt;br /&gt;Perdido no imenso universo.&lt;br /&gt;Está todo desataviado&lt;br /&gt;Ao procurar quem fez este verso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sente ciúmes dos mortais&lt;br /&gt;Por saber que existe um fim&lt;br /&gt;Gostava de ser como os tais&lt;br /&gt;Que não gostam de viver assim…&lt;br /&gt;O tempo nunca envelhece,&lt;br /&gt;Nunca perde o seu valor.&lt;br /&gt;De tudo, ele se esquece,&lt;br /&gt;Até dizem que apaga a dor…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2505792104488200605-5457495561678614820?l=ondemeesperas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/feeds/5457495561678614820/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505792104488200605&amp;postID=5457495561678614820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/5457495561678614820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/5457495561678614820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/2008/03/senhor-tempo.html' title='Senhor Tempo'/><author><name>Martim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11473372913138896788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SL2J7QEyfvI/AAAAAAAAALI/pbkUfiuAZec/S220/A+olhar+p%C3%B3+balao!_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/R81at_oP0MI/AAAAAAAAABg/GLnyLEP7Qgk/s72-c/tempo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505792104488200605.post-7702405507445946326</id><published>2008-03-01T03:53:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-18T02:33:46.840Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dùvida'/><title type='text'>Dúvida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Foto tirada por Filipe Gonçalves&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/R8jUNYQUpmI/AAAAAAAAABA/IYeLy8YUa58/s1600-h/P9121189.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172617498349315682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/R8jUNYQUpmI/AAAAAAAAABA/IYeLy8YUa58/s320/P9121189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vale a pena acordar para um amanhã que já é hoje?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2505792104488200605-7702405507445946326?l=ondemeesperas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/feeds/7702405507445946326/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505792104488200605&amp;postID=7702405507445946326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/7702405507445946326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/7702405507445946326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/2008/02/dvida.html' title='Dúvida...'/><author><name>Martim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11473372913138896788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SL2J7QEyfvI/AAAAAAAAALI/pbkUfiuAZec/S220/A+olhar+p%C3%B3+balao!_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/R8jUNYQUpmI/AAAAAAAAABA/IYeLy8YUa58/s72-c/P9121189.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505792104488200605.post-5127648637329359653</id><published>2008-03-01T03:43:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-18T02:34:25.095Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saudade'/><title type='text'>Saudades do nada e do tudo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172614642196063826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 376px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/R8jRnIQUplI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zD1ThI132RM/s320/Suicinho!.jpg" width="376" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tenho saudades da alegria&lt;br /&gt;Tenho saudades de sorrir,&lt;br /&gt;Tenho saudades do que fui um dia…&lt;br /&gt;O passado é sempre melhor que o presente…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sou uma sombra do passado,&lt;br /&gt;Penso no tempo e em como tenho pecado…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já não vivo contente,&lt;br /&gt;Vivo num profundo vazio,&lt;br /&gt;O amanhã parece não vir,&lt;br /&gt;Não me apetece acordar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sou uma sombra do passado,&lt;br /&gt;O que fui, está acabado…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parece que o amanhã me ouviu&lt;br /&gt;E tem medo de aparecer,&lt;br /&gt;Como não sabe o que me dar,&lt;br /&gt;Foge e continua a fugir…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sou uma sombra do passado,&lt;br /&gt;O melhor que tinha, de mim foi separado…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que me estará reservado&lt;br /&gt;O tempo tem passado a correr,&lt;br /&gt;Por nada tenho esperado,&lt;br /&gt;Tenho me limitado a ver.&lt;br /&gt;O tempo que passa a voar&lt;br /&gt;Sem eu ter nada a perder…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sou uma sombra do passado,&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém por mim, tem esperado…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/R8jRnIQUplI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zD1ThI132RM/s1600-h/Suicinho!.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2505792104488200605-5127648637329359653?l=ondemeesperas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/feeds/5127648637329359653/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505792104488200605&amp;postID=5127648637329359653&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/5127648637329359653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/5127648637329359653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/2008/02/saudades-do-nada-e-do-tudo.html' title='Saudades do nada e do tudo...'/><author><name>Martim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11473372913138896788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/SL2J7QEyfvI/AAAAAAAAALI/pbkUfiuAZec/S220/A+olhar+p%C3%B3+balao!_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/R8jRnIQUplI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zD1ThI132RM/s72-c/Suicinho!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505792104488200605.post-379825682649618811</id><published>2008-03-01T03:29:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-18T02:39:53.276Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dùvida'/><title type='text'>Quero saber quem é o dono o Mundo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/R8jOnoQUpjI/AAAAAAAAAAo/NtFu1BkquaA/s1600-h/maos_terra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172611352251115058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/R8jOnoQUpjI/AAAAAAAAAAo/NtFu1BkquaA/s320/maos_terra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero saber quem é o dono do mundo,&lt;br /&gt;Quero apresentar-lhe uma queixa.&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser feliz, mas parece que ninguém deixa…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero saber quem é o dono do mundo,&lt;br /&gt;Quero fazer-lhe uma pergunta.&lt;br /&gt;Porque é que à pessoa que eu amo, o destino não me junta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero saber quem é o dono do mundo,&lt;br /&gt;Quero fazer um desabafo.&lt;br /&gt;Ando a fugir duma dúvida, mas parece que nunca me safo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde está o dono do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Ele não está aqui para responder&lt;br /&gt;Aquelas dúvidas que vêm do fundo,&lt;br /&gt;A que tento de todos esconder…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2505792104488200605-379825682649618811?l=ondemeesperas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/feeds/379825682649618811/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/R8jOnoQUpjI/AAAAAAAAAAo/NtFu1BkquaA/s72-c/maos_terra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505792104488200605.post-2666391513276745921</id><published>2008-03-01T03:17:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-18T02:40:16.351Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Nuvens...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/R8jMXYQUpgI/AAAAAAAAAAU/i22KMJ_oPLI/s1600-h/DSC01553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172608874054985218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="343" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hoB8nkGMldQ/R8jMXYQUpgI/AAAAAAAAAAU/i22KMJ_oPLI/s320/DSC01553.JPG" width="305" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tão longe estão as nuvens,&lt;br /&gt;Que não as posso alcançar,&lt;br /&gt;Tão longe está o céu&lt;br /&gt;E a minha forma de amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha forma de amar,&lt;br /&gt;A minha forma de entender,&lt;br /&gt;Tão longe estão as nuvens&lt;br /&gt;Que não posso reaver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaver é possuir&lt;br /&gt;É sentir-se atraído por algo.&lt;br /&gt;Ter nuvens é ter sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;O meu sonho é ser fidalgo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu sonho é ser fidalgo,&lt;br /&gt;E à nobreza pertencer.&lt;br /&gt;Ser fidalgo por um dia&lt;br /&gt;E nada deitar a perder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este é um entre tantos outros,&lt;br /&gt;Que me dão sentido à vida.&lt;br /&gt;São os sonhos, são as nuvens&lt;br /&gt;E o beijo da despedida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o beijo da despedida&lt;br /&gt;Que tanto deixa a desejar.&lt;br /&gt;Os beijos são como as nuvens&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca podemos alcançar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca podemos alcançar,&lt;br /&gt;Nem tão pouco oferecer.&lt;br /&gt;Passam as nuvens no ar&lt;br /&gt;E eu me delicio a ver…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2505792104488200605-2666391513276745921?l=ondemeesperas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/feeds/2666391513276745921/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2505792104488200605&amp;postID=2666391513276745921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/2666391513276745921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2505792104488200605/posts/default/2666391513276745921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ondemeesperas.blogspot.com/2008/02/nuvens.html' 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