<?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-3941266841382320431</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:03:25.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aquilo Que Um Dia Já Foi</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>86</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-6809711009463374878</id><published>2012-02-13T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T15:32:45.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>contigo para sempre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TdAKIovX-XA/Tzmdha7-hdI/AAAAAAAAAUc/-tzS8VaN0Ig/s1600/tumblr_ll7i5fsgq91qczgi2o1_500_large.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TdAKIovX-XA/Tzmdha7-hdI/AAAAAAAAAUc/-tzS8VaN0Ig/s320/tumblr_ll7i5fsgq91qczgi2o1_500_large.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708767200160941522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; list-style-type: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; clear: both; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); list-style-type: none; padding-top: 9px; padding-right: 14px; padding-bottom: 9px; padding-left: 14px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-right: 4px; display: inline-block; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;ele:&lt;/span&gt; Olha pro céu ai.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); list-style-type: none; padding-top: 9px; padding-right: 14px; padding-bottom: 9px; padding-left: 14px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(253, 253, 253); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-right: 4px; display: inline-block; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;ela:&lt;/span&gt; Pronto, to olhando.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); list-style-type: none; padding-top: 9px; padding-right: 14px; padding-bottom: 9px; padding-left: 14px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-right: 4px; display: inline-block; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;ele:&lt;/span&gt; As estrelas estão lindas né ?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); list-style-type: none; padding-top: 9px; padding-right: 14px; padding-bottom: 9px; padding-left: 14px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(253, 253, 253); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-right: 4px; display: inline-block; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;ela:&lt;/span&gt; Mas o céu esta nublado.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); list-style-type: none; padding-top: 9px; padding-right: 14px; padding-bottom: 9px; padding-left: 14px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-right: 4px; display: inline-block; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;ele:&lt;/span&gt; Eu sei, mais você sabe que elas sempre estão ai certo ?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); list-style-type: none; padding-top: 9px; padding-right: 14px; padding-bottom: 9px; padding-left: 14px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(253, 253, 253); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-right: 4px; display: inline-block; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;ela:&lt;/span&gt; Sim.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-left: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: rgb(226, 228, 231); list-style-type: none; padding-top: 9px; padding-right: 14px; padding-bottom: 9px; padding-left: 14px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-right: 4px; display: inline-block; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;ele:&lt;/span&gt; Que eu seja como as estrelas pra você, mesmo não estando por perto, sempre vou estar com você.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941266841382320431-6809711009463374878?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/6809711009463374878/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=6809711009463374878' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/6809711009463374878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/6809711009463374878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2012/02/contigo-para-sempre.html' title='contigo para sempre'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TdAKIovX-XA/Tzmdha7-hdI/AAAAAAAAAUc/-tzS8VaN0Ig/s72-c/tumblr_ll7i5fsgq91qczgi2o1_500_large.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-1572931590654795050</id><published>2012-02-12T15:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T15:28:20.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mensagens de FM'S</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b1xHvUAP6lM/TzhLDX4HydI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/PuFp5MXP_cU/s1600/DSCF0207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b1xHvUAP6lM/TzhLDX4HydI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/PuFp5MXP_cU/s320/DSCF0207.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708395049013201362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;FM dela:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt; Inveja porque??? Não tenho nada para uma pessoa ter inveja de mim…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;FM dele:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt; Tens, acredita que tens…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;FM dela: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Ainda vou descobrir o que…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;FM dele:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt; Eu já descobri, mas não te vou dizer… Tens que ser tu a descobrir…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941266841382320431-1572931590654795050?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/1572931590654795050/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=1572931590654795050' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/1572931590654795050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/1572931590654795050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2012/02/mensagens-de-fms.html' title='mensagens de FM&apos;S'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b1xHvUAP6lM/TzhLDX4HydI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/PuFp5MXP_cU/s72-c/DSCF0207.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-5316085260398453132</id><published>2012-02-06T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T14:22:05.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quanto tempo dura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RwNqoqH-ZgA/TzBSYO4Bm4I/AAAAAAAAATc/h89KVt7fG7E/s1600/tumblr_lvuhb3OETy1qg08vto1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 139px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RwNqoqH-ZgA/TzBSYO4Bm4I/AAAAAAAAATc/h89KVt7fG7E/s320/tumblr_lvuhb3OETy1qg08vto1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706151304141839234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941266841382320431-5316085260398453132?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/5316085260398453132/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=5316085260398453132' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/5316085260398453132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/5316085260398453132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2012/02/quanto-tempo-dura.html' title='Quanto tempo dura'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RwNqoqH-ZgA/TzBSYO4Bm4I/AAAAAAAAATc/h89KVt7fG7E/s72-c/tumblr_lvuhb3OETy1qg08vto1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-7781288463076683031</id><published>2012-02-06T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T14:23:38.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seguir em frente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MENSG59q8Bs/TzBS5LZesXI/AAAAAAAAATo/G1B5LpJwj1g/s1600/dia%2B20%2B%25287%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MENSG59q8Bs/TzBS5LZesXI/AAAAAAAAATo/G1B5LpJwj1g/s320/dia%2B20%2B%25287%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706151870144098674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Todos nós temos que seguir em frente na vida, certo???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas às vezes parece impossível, mas as coisas só são impossíveis, se nós assim o quisermos, certo???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje tomei uma decisão, por muito que doa, por muito que chore, tem que ser assim. Tu Dias não podes tomar mais conta da minha vida, eu não sou mais o teu boneco...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Os meus M.A's concordam que isto é o melhor para mim, e eu sei que eles tem razão...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A vida nem sempre é fácil, mas temos que a viver, da maneira que ela nos corre...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ser psicóloga, deixa-nos mais preocupados com a vida dos outros, e assim esquecemos as nossa vida. Mas basta hoje vou só me preocupar comigo e vou te esquecer, pois eu afasta-mo de quem me faz mal... POR ISSO XAU... e NUNCA MAIS ME CHATEIES... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;A vida de uma psicóloga apaixonada...&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/3941266841382320431-7781288463076683031?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/7781288463076683031/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=7781288463076683031' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/7781288463076683031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/7781288463076683031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2012/02/seguir-em-frente.html' title='Seguir em frente'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MENSG59q8Bs/TzBS5LZesXI/AAAAAAAAATo/G1B5LpJwj1g/s72-c/dia%2B20%2B%25287%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-8892789325220788089</id><published>2012-01-27T13:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T15:36:09.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aqueles dois</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JPjmoVuHWaA/TyNBPUHSpyI/AAAAAAAAATQ/rmiTOl2cNzo/s1600/Sombras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JPjmoVuHWaA/TyNBPUHSpyI/AAAAAAAAATQ/rmiTOl2cNzo/s320/Sombras.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702473284534314786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Na minha vida tenho DOIS homens que me encantam. São duas belezas raras, como eles não à mais ninguém. Um é alto, cabelo curto e castanho, o outro é de estatura mediana cabelo comprido com um tom de cabelo meio estranho castanho com madeixas loiras.  Cada um com uma personalidade diferente, mas os dois são pessoas muito alegres. &lt;b&gt;Viver perto deles é a maior aventura da minha vida. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;(Vou dar nomes aos homens, o mais alto será o DC e o de estatura mediana é o AM.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Cada um tem a sua maneira de me olhar. DC olha-me com ternura e um pouquinho de amor;(de amigos); à mistura, o AM tem um olhar mais matador;(aquele tipo de olhar que deixa qualquer uma doida). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;AM e DC são meus vizinhos e pelo que já devem de ter percebido os homens da minha vida. Adoro simplesmente as nossas figuras, saio de lá sempre a rir. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;O AM tem grande poder em mim, é algo inexplicável, mas ele consegue atrair tudo o que à em mim, todos os meus sentidos ficam à flor da pele. Raiva, AMOR, Alegria, Perversidade, tudo mas mesmo tudo. Ele e eu tivemos uma história em comum, faz com que eu consiga libertar todos os sentidos e os desejos. Ele com um simples olhar com um simples abraço deixa-me calma, deixa-me em paz comigo mesma e com os outros. Ele é o verdadeiro amor da minha vida, apesar de ele nem sequer imaginar;(ahahahahahhahahah).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;O DC é diferente, ele protege-me, traz-me segurança mas é só parcialmente, pois quando ele está longe tudo de mau volta de novo, é estranho e confuso... Nós temos as nossas pancadas, algo meu e dele, mas nunca vai passar disso. Ele sabe de quem eu gosto, tanto como eu sei de quem ele gosta. É o meu melhor amigo e está tudo dito. É também o meu futuro marido; (ehehehehehe); estranho não é... Pois é a minha vida. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A vida de uma psicóloga é estranha, nada é normal em mim. Amo um rapaz que não posso ter;(só umas aventuras durante uns tempos); e sou a noiva do meu melhor amigo, alguém que está sempre ao meu lado, alguém que me defende... Não significa que AM também não o faça, mas ele é comprometido, o que torna as coisas diferentes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Sim eu dou em maluca, mas estou sempre perto das melhores pessoas, O MEU AM E O DC...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AMO-OS DE MANEIRAS DIFERENTES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SÃO OS DOIS OS HOMENS DA MINHA VIDA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FAZEM OS DOIS PARTE DO MEU CORAÇÃO, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MAS É SÓ A UM QUE O MEU CORAÇÃO REALMENTE  PERTENCE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E É A ESSA PESSOA QUE O MEU CORAÇÃO TODOS OS DIAS TODAS AS NOITES CHAMA, EM CADA BATIDA OIÇO O NOME DELE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;A vida de uma psicóloga apaixonada...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941266841382320431-8892789325220788089?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/8892789325220788089/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=8892789325220788089' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/8892789325220788089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/8892789325220788089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2012/01/aqueles-dois.html' title='Aqueles dois'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JPjmoVuHWaA/TyNBPUHSpyI/AAAAAAAAATQ/rmiTOl2cNzo/s72-c/Sombras.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-7951464488012785961</id><published>2012-01-25T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T14:10:23.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Um dia tive...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UXQCPI4JHNI/TyB9xvmL2GI/AAAAAAAAASI/dFQUgOt8lk0/s1600/Fotografia0099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UXQCPI4JHNI/TyB9xvmL2GI/AAAAAAAAASI/dFQUgOt8lk0/s320/Fotografia0099.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701695421794736226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;O meu "Coração", (buraco negro), está sofrendo... É bem normal, ele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); "&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span &gt;( &lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span &gt; é muito estúpido, cada vez que vê o rapaz que tem realmente o meu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span &gt; ( &lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span &gt;, ele dispara, bate bate bate, de uma maneira, que me deixa até sem ar... Mas o dono do meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span &gt;( &lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span &gt;nem olha para mim... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;[ Um dia tive o seu olhar bem preso a mim. Seus lábios bem colados aos meus...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Agora não tenho nada... E quem sofre, é aquele &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span &gt;( &lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); "&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span &gt;tolo e apaixonado... Se ele realmente soubesse o que o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span &gt;( &lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span &gt; sente, será que era diferente???? Duvido, era pior ainda... Se ele soubesse tudo mudava, a AMIZADE que ficou acabava, já não me conta quase nada, e assim ia deixar de contar mesmo... Mas vou deixar as coisas correrem, tenho que seguir em frente.... O MEU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;span &gt;( &lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span &gt; NÃO AGUENTA TANTO BATE BATE... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;[ Um dia tive o seu olhar bem preso a mim. Seus lábios bem colados aos meus... E um lugar bem especial dentro do seu coração...]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Agora só amizade... Para mim algo especial, para ele algo normal, mais uma a quem ele chama de amiga (ele diz que sou a sua melhor amiga) eu vejo nas suas atitudes que não... Neste momento da minha vida ligo mais a ATITUDES do que a palavras... ( FALAR TODAS AS PESSOAS FALAM... ATITUDES SÓ OS CORAJOSOS TEM...) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;[ Um dia tive o seu olhar bem preso a mim. Seus lábios bem colados aos meus... E um lugar bem especial dentro do seu coração...] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt; "Um dia", "um semana", "um mês"... O tempo não importa... o que realmente interessa é que já não à mais... Foste parte de mim, hoje tens o meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt; &lt;b&gt;( &lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt; bem na tua mão, e tu nem sabes disso... Já deixou de ser importante para ti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span  &gt;Um dia tive o seu olhar bem preso a mim. Seus lábios bem colados aos meus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941266841382320431-7951464488012785961?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/7951464488012785961/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=7951464488012785961' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/7951464488012785961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/7951464488012785961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2012/01/um-dia-tive.html' title='Um dia tive...'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UXQCPI4JHNI/TyB9xvmL2GI/AAAAAAAAASI/dFQUgOt8lk0/s72-c/Fotografia0099.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-1701338197153466961</id><published>2012-01-17T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T16:27:59.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homem dos meus sonhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w96He3nu5cc/TxYRz-RuvOI/AAAAAAAAAR8/e7xYVoPR7NI/s1600/mais%2Blindo%2Bainda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w96He3nu5cc/TxYRz-RuvOI/AAAAAAAAAR8/e7xYVoPR7NI/s320/mais%2Blindo%2Bainda.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698761963072306402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se és mesmo tu o TAL...&lt;br /&gt;Mas isso não importo, só o que importa é o que eu sinto por ti...&lt;div&gt;Nossa amizade é pura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não consigo viver sem ti, saber que estás mal, deixa-me com o coração na mão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Será normal?&lt;br /&gt;Saber que te posso vir a perder, faz com que as lágrimas caem muito, uma atrás da outra, sem eu conseguir controlar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;És o meu futuro marido, o homem da minha vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AMO-TE &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não sei como nem porque, mas tu entras-te na minha vida, deixas-te um bocadinho de ti em mim. No meu pobre coração, e agora tenho medo de te perder, tenho medo que me largues e me abandones neste mundo cheio de pessoas falsas, sem um pingo de ternura em seus corações...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941266841382320431-1701338197153466961?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/1701338197153466961/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=1701338197153466961' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/1701338197153466961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/1701338197153466961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2012/01/homem-dos-meus-sonhos.html' title='Homem dos meus sonhos'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w96He3nu5cc/TxYRz-RuvOI/AAAAAAAAAR8/e7xYVoPR7NI/s72-c/mais%2Blindo%2Bainda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-5128967670598551508</id><published>2012-01-09T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T17:37:54.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pwaaa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-arlnhcGXvn0/TwuV3tXm9nI/AAAAAAAAARw/UyAdBrTjl6Q/s1600/simplesmente%2Bunicos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-arlnhcGXvn0/TwuV3tXm9nI/AAAAAAAAARw/UyAdBrTjl6Q/s320/simplesmente%2Bunicos.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695810938044085874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;u&gt;Tanta pessoa linda, momentos maravilhosos passaram neste ultimo ano, 2011 foi sem duvida um ano mau, mas a vossa presença fez com que melhorasse um pouco. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;u&gt;Não sei como seria se não vos tivesse conhecido.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;u&gt;Vocês fazem-me uma pessoa melhor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941266841382320431-5128967670598551508?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/5128967670598551508/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=5128967670598551508' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/5128967670598551508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/5128967670598551508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2012/01/pwaaa.html' title='pwaaa'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-arlnhcGXvn0/TwuV3tXm9nI/AAAAAAAAARw/UyAdBrTjl6Q/s72-c/simplesmente%2Bunicos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-1816548054495084219</id><published>2012-01-08T14:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T14:28:30.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>marciii</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_AP4eyglYHg/TwoYgckYDFI/AAAAAAAAARg/fextaE7ERzU/s1600/Fotografia0084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_AP4eyglYHg/TwoYgckYDFI/AAAAAAAAARg/fextaE7ERzU/s320/Fotografia0084.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695391624467057746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 12px; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 12px; background-image: url(http://assets.tumblr.com/images/input_bg.gif); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; background-position: 50% 0%; background-repeat: repeat no-repeat; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;És das pessoas que mais amo ter por perto.&lt;br /&gt;És das pessoas que me fazem rir, sei que estarás sempre que precisar. Tu sabes coisas de mim que quase ninguém sabe... Eu sei que tu és verdadeira, e cada sorriso que fazes ao olhar para mim é sincero, mesmo quando eu digo és um "ser vivo"(tinha que por isto aqui) ahahahah&lt;br /&gt;Marcii AMO-TE  &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/3941266841382320431-1816548054495084219?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/1816548054495084219/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=1816548054495084219' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/1816548054495084219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/1816548054495084219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2012/01/marciii.html' title='marciii'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_AP4eyglYHg/TwoYgckYDFI/AAAAAAAAARg/fextaE7ERzU/s72-c/Fotografia0084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-3694828565521178565</id><published>2011-11-16T15:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T15:39:45.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>people</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 18px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; color: rgb(18, 255, 0); font-weight: normal; font-family: 'Hammersmith One', sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://grandemelga.tumblr.com/post/12811253531/nao-a-nada-melhor-que-saber-que-temos-juntos-de-nos-as" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; color: rgb(18, 255, 0); text-decoration: none; "&gt;Não à nada melhor que saber que temos juntos de nós as pessoas mais “perfeitas do mundo”. Pessoas essas que nos dão forças para lutar e viver… OBRIGADO POR ESTAREM JUNTO A MIM… Sem vocês não aguentava cada tempestade, não sobrevivia…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 12px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; line-height: 1.4; font-family: 'Hammersmith One', sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;xuxu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 12px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; line-height: 1.4; font-family: 'Hammersmith One', sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;netinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 12px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; line-height: 1.4; font-family: 'Hammersmith One', sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;gémea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 12px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; line-height: 1.4; font-family: 'Hammersmith One', sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Fátima Campos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 12px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; line-height: 1.4; font-family: 'Hammersmith One', sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;João Reis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 12px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; line-height: 1.4; font-family: 'Hammersmith One', sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Yohann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 12px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; line-height: 1.4; font-family: 'Hammersmith One', sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Malta da Juventude Mariana Vicentina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 12px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; line-height: 1.4; font-family: 'Hammersmith One', sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;DEUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 12px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; line-height: 1.4; font-family: 'Hammersmith One', sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;MARIA &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/3941266841382320431-3694828565521178565?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/3694828565521178565/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=3694828565521178565' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/3694828565521178565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/3694828565521178565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2011/11/people.html' title='people'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-2752022838663422410</id><published>2011-11-01T16:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T16:59:51.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U2rYzy1OO1w/TrCHqNSW2eI/AAAAAAAAARU/lk9tu0UDulo/s1600/Foto-0003.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U2rYzy1OO1w/TrCHqNSW2eI/AAAAAAAAARU/lk9tu0UDulo/s320/Foto-0003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670181090050365922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Tu só podes estar a brincar com os meus sentimentos…&lt;br /&gt;Queres o quê???&lt;br /&gt;Que me apaixone por ti???&lt;br /&gt;Que sonhe contigo todas as noites???&lt;br /&gt;Que pense em ti uma e outra vez, sem parar o dia inteiro???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Primeiro estamos numa amizade “&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;ri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;da&lt;/span&gt;”, algo maravilhoso, falávamos todos os dias, fazias me rir… Trouxeste me a felicidade de volta… E depois mudaste de ideias, querias a tua ex de volta, parámos a parte colorida da amizade… Agora vens me dizer que &lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; "&gt;GOSTAS MUITO DE MIM&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; "&gt;que pensas em mim&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; "&gt;que me queres voltar a ver&lt;/strong&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;Queres que eu acredite???  Não consigo acreditar. Não dá para entender. &lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;DECIDE TE &lt;/strong&gt;de uma vez por todas, não sou um brinquedo nas tuas mãos…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941266841382320431-2752022838663422410?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/2752022838663422410/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=2752022838663422410' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/2752022838663422410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/2752022838663422410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html' title='????'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U2rYzy1OO1w/TrCHqNSW2eI/AAAAAAAAARU/lk9tu0UDulo/s72-c/Foto-0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-1370928262626363265</id><published>2011-09-26T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T16:03:53.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lembras-te???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jHRY8U8D17I/ToEEzAj05bI/AAAAAAAAARM/1MDFq_9OWOM/s1600/DSC00024.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jHRY8U8D17I/ToEEzAj05bI/AAAAAAAAARM/1MDFq_9OWOM/s320/DSC00024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656807881324160434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Gémea lembras-te disto???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Fizemos uma secção de fotos malucas :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;até os chinelos tiramos fotos, ahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Amo-te ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Estou cheia de saudades tuas *.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Tu mereces ser feliz. Tu mereces tudo o que à de melhor no mundo *.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu és a minha melhor amiga, a pessoa que mais me conhece, sabes o que penso (sempre o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;soubeste)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Fogo a ver as fotos dá-me umas saudades enormes *-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;as lágrimas caiem dos meus olhos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;AMO-TE ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941266841382320431-1370928262626363265?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/1370928262626363265/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=1370928262626363265' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/1370928262626363265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/1370928262626363265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2011/09/lembras-te.html' title='Lembras-te???'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jHRY8U8D17I/ToEEzAj05bI/AAAAAAAAARM/1MDFq_9OWOM/s72-c/DSC00024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-2634283354145805654</id><published>2011-09-25T16:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T16:24:12.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Promessa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0des0Nt5Q28/Tn-4E8M809I/AAAAAAAAARE/piUgb1ciGsQ/s1600/vida2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0des0Nt5Q28/Tn-4E8M809I/AAAAAAAAARE/piUgb1ciGsQ/s320/vida2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656442052020065234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 12px; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 12px; background-image: url(http://assets.tumblr.com/images/input_bg.gif); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; background-position: 50% 0%; background-repeat: repeat no-repeat; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sonhadora: Vou perder o meu meu melhor amigo. :'(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Melhor amigo: Não me vais perder, eu não vou deixar que isso aconteça, por muito mal que isto esteja.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sonhadora: Prometes????&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Melhor amigo: Prometo ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sonhadora vendo o seu melhor amigo prometer, descansou e por fim consegui dormir... Ela não consegue viver sem ele. Ele não consegue estar chateado com ela. Os dois diferentes, mas iguais. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941266841382320431-2634283354145805654?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/2634283354145805654/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=2634283354145805654' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/2634283354145805654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/2634283354145805654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2011/09/promessa.html' title='Promessa'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0des0Nt5Q28/Tn-4E8M809I/AAAAAAAAARE/piUgb1ciGsQ/s72-c/vida2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-8915311678917576046</id><published>2011-09-19T14:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T14:36:21.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 anos. 1 década</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hkOICqFJDh0/Tne1yJ6lIKI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/N0rgx4ndOGY/s1600/P220511_15.44.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hkOICqFJDh0/Tne1yJ6lIKI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/N0rgx4ndOGY/s320/P220511_15.44.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654187730446655650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 anos de PURA e verdadeira AMIZADE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isto não é para todos, já tivemos imensas zangas e até já me partiste a cabeça, ( eu adoro dizer isto, ahahah).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Já passamos por muito juntos, já tentaram arranjar confusões entre nós...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Já tentaram desesperadamente acabar com o nossa felicidade, (mas juntos somos imbatíveis).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pelo bem e pelo mal eu estarei sempre aqui com um ombro amigo, (e sei que quando eu precisar tu também estarás aqui).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daniel Carvalho és mais que um melhor amigo, és "quase" um irmão, és parte da mobília, daquelas bem velhas cheias de pó e de teias de aranha...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ahahahahahah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ADORO-TE NETINHO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 anos, uma década, e muitos mais anos viram... :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Obrigado por estares sempre ao meu lado *_*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941266841382320431-8915311678917576046?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/8915311678917576046/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=8915311678917576046' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/8915311678917576046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/8915311678917576046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2011/09/10-anos-1-decada.html' title='10 anos. 1 década'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hkOICqFJDh0/Tne1yJ6lIKI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/N0rgx4ndOGY/s72-c/P220511_15.44.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-8107311359377020928</id><published>2011-09-19T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T14:03:51.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HIT by John Holland</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/XYVeO1oazj0?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941266841382320431-8107311359377020928?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/8107311359377020928/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=8107311359377020928' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/8107311359377020928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/8107311359377020928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2011/09/hit-by-john-holland.html' title='HIT by John Holland'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/XYVeO1oazj0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-1056895720540062924</id><published>2011-09-08T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T14:21:07.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O que Tens?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Queres mesmo saber??? &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;TENHO MEDO.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Mas não é um &lt;span style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;medo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; normal… É dos piores &lt;b&gt;medo&lt;/b&gt;s que existem…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;É o &lt;em style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;medo&lt;/b&gt; de perder&lt;/em&gt; o nosso porto de abrigo, a nossa aliada, o nosso confidente, &lt;em style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; "&gt;a&lt;/em&gt; única&lt;em style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt; pessoa que nos conhece verdadeiramente&lt;/em&gt;… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941266841382320431-1056895720540062924?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/1056895720540062924/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=1056895720540062924' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/1056895720540062924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/1056895720540062924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2011/09/o-que-tens.html' title='O que Tens?'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-491284245155222650</id><published>2011-09-06T15:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T15:41:41.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GVtzvJo37gg/TmahnSXiESI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/pdXik283ukA/s1600/doi%2Bmuito.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 189px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GVtzvJo37gg/TmahnSXiESI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/pdXik283ukA/s320/doi%2Bmuito.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649380478900375842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;DOI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941266841382320431-491284245155222650?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/491284245155222650/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=491284245155222650' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/491284245155222650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/491284245155222650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2011/09/dor.html' title='dor'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GVtzvJo37gg/TmahnSXiESI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/pdXik283ukA/s72-c/doi%2Bmuito.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-7721010888467736753</id><published>2011-08-28T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T17:43:02.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Medo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BD5jEPWI19M/Tlrgd_PO-lI/AAAAAAAAAQs/p2Hl0qfkLt8/s1600/GEDC1206.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BD5jEPWI19M/Tlrgd_PO-lI/AAAAAAAAAQs/p2Hl0qfkLt8/s320/GEDC1206.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646071888658496082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Simplesmente quero me deixar ir nos teus encantos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Mas à qualquer coisa em mim, que não me deixa... Deve ser este buraco negro inútil que apareceu na minha vida... Este buraco esta coisa faz-me recuar, faz-me querer ignorar-te e não responder às tuas mensagens, faz-me querer deixar de sorrir ao ouvir a tua voz... Mas a parte que tu despertas-te fica radiante com cada mensagem, fica alterada ao ouvir o som da tua voz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Há coisas bem fantásticas na vida dos outros, a mim à o medo de arriscar à o medo de ser feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941266841382320431-7721010888467736753?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/7721010888467736753/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=7721010888467736753' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/7721010888467736753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/7721010888467736753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2011/08/medo.html' title='Medo'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BD5jEPWI19M/Tlrgd_PO-lI/AAAAAAAAAQs/p2Hl0qfkLt8/s72-c/GEDC1206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-1429680042835846867</id><published>2011-08-27T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T15:50:25.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pensamento dela</title><content type='html'>Ele: Ter uma amiga como tu não é só um grande orgulho, como também é um grande gosto *.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela: *.* Obrigada &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( Pensamento Dela: Pensas que com essas palavras bonitas consegues substituir o buraco que tenho a em vez do Coração????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Opá vai sonhando...  Cresce e aparece... Fui várias vezes magoada, as tuas falinhas mansas não mexem comigo...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uns meses depois...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ela: Não me deixes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ele: Não nunca... Lembra-te do que prometi, Vou cuidar de ti para sempre...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( Pensamento Dele: Já devias de saber que tudo o que te tenho dito é verdade, e o teu CORAÇÃO é meu, e ainda bem que sonhei, agora és minha, afinal não eram só falinhas mansas...) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941266841382320431-1429680042835846867?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/1429680042835846867/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=1429680042835846867' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/1429680042835846867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/1429680042835846867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2011/08/pensamento-dela.html' title='pensamento dela'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-3855443022169412920</id><published>2011-08-25T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T06:39:52.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shakespeare.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-etAkBaDXdAE/TlZQaidvmUI/AAAAAAAAAQk/O985kDkw4TU/s1600/76319_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-etAkBaDXdAE/TlZQaidvmUI/AAAAAAAAAQk/O985kDkw4TU/s320/76319_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644787599813876034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941266841382320431-3855443022169412920?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/3855443022169412920/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=3855443022169412920' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/3855443022169412920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/3855443022169412920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2011/08/shakespeare.html' title='Shakespeare.'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-etAkBaDXdAE/TlZQaidvmUI/AAAAAAAAAQk/O985kDkw4TU/s72-c/76319_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-7110043581666370888</id><published>2011-08-23T16:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T16:04:58.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Orgulho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcnhtcHYu8/TlQx-2siefI/AAAAAAAAAQc/VBSKZdK0fGc/s1600/IMG_1956.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gyGlyCJkhRg/TlQxo10IHaI/AAAAAAAAAQU/87VSwQZRtB4/s1600/GEDC2518.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 178px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gyGlyCJkhRg/TlQxo10IHaI/AAAAAAAAAQU/87VSwQZRtB4/s320/GEDC2518.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644190810712317346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Esta foto é para uma rapariga que me faz ter muito orgulho nela... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Às vezes é insegura e faz muitos filme na cabecinha dela, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; "&gt;mas é uma MULHER extraordinária tem um maravilhoso coração e uma grande alma ;D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; "&gt;Ela é das pessoas que eu mais amo no mundo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;FÁTIMA CAMPOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ifcnhtcHYu8/TlQx-2siefI/AAAAAAAAAQc/VBSKZdK0fGc/s320/IMG_1956.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644191188906047986" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941266841382320431-7110043581666370888?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/7110043581666370888/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=7110043581666370888' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/7110043581666370888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/7110043581666370888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2011/08/orgulho.html' title='Orgulho'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gyGlyCJkhRg/TlQxo10IHaI/AAAAAAAAAQU/87VSwQZRtB4/s72-c/GEDC2518.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-1631015348634245936</id><published>2011-08-10T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T16:53:21.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O buraco que substituiu o coração</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-grys1zZwfyM/TkMZ6exrYnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/V59_W7ksyY0/s1600/PQAAAMri3hr5hSlHYuuZI8hwxN7aLlSbjVt8Gr6vn-p2eWKauCgCyWBhmk4-IgZ1eQ-VIxfhAy5l2o5yxEdkFn5q_kMAm1T1UMghzqsJNxbXz8jAT9CI2itj-lxh_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-grys1zZwfyM/TkMZ6exrYnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/V59_W7ksyY0/s320/PQAAAMri3hr5hSlHYuuZI8hwxN7aLlSbjVt8Gr6vn-p2eWKauCgCyWBhmk4-IgZ1eQ-VIxfhAy5l2o5yxEdkFn5q_kMAm1T1UMghzqsJNxbXz8jAT9CI2itj-lxh_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639379650882527858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wkGmc6rHl2k/TkMX4ckzO2I/AAAAAAAAAQE/18TY5xscRL8/s1600/140411-1953%2528001%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;='C não consigo deixar de sentir o que sinto por ele... Eu tento, acredita que se a minha mente manda-se eu já o tinha esquecido... Mas o BURACO,(o que substituiu o meu coração), ele não me deixa esquecer... Sinto-me tão mal... já passaram 3 meses e ele ainda não saiu... Está tão presente em mim, no ar que respiro, na pele que cobre o meu corpo, nas lágrimas que correm pelo meu rosto, no sorriso que eu finjo para iludir as pessoas que não me querem ver triste, nas palavras que uso para te responder, nos dedos para responder a cada mensagem tua... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;DOÍ. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Doí muito. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Doí mais do que eu admito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Doí mais do que eu queria imaginar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas tu não podes fazer nada, para ti eu já ultrapassei tudo, (porque eu te demonstro assim), não quero que tu saibas que eu ainda te amo, não quero que tu saibas que eu sofro por ti... Só quero que tu saibas que eu estou feliz por teres encontrado alguém na tua vida. Alguém melhor que eu, alguém que te consegui fazer algo que eu deixei de conseguir... Eu só quero que tu és o meu melhor amigo e que eu te adoro( só isso , apesar de haver aqui outro sentimento).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Só te peço que sejas feliz, e que não magoes outra rapariga(miúda, mulher, pita o que for). Manuel isto é o que eu queria dizer, mas não posso, tu nem sequer podes imaginar, se não tudo aquilo porque eu lutei morre... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E eu morro com "ele"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;='C&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941266841382320431-1631015348634245936?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/1631015348634245936/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=1631015348634245936' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/1631015348634245936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/1631015348634245936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2011/08/o-buraco-que-substituiu-o-coracao.html' title='O buraco que substituiu o coração'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-grys1zZwfyM/TkMZ6exrYnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/V59_W7ksyY0/s72-c/PQAAAMri3hr5hSlHYuuZI8hwxN7aLlSbjVt8Gr6vn-p2eWKauCgCyWBhmk4-IgZ1eQ-VIxfhAy5l2o5yxEdkFn5q_kMAm1T1UMghzqsJNxbXz8jAT9CI2itj-lxh_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-5505940502811765916</id><published>2011-08-07T17:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T17:13:58.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desabafo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GjX_o1e5T2c/Tj8ntjrBg_I/AAAAAAAAAP8/Ae3dlk3iDC0/s1600/GEDC2460.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GjX_o1e5T2c/Tj8ntjrBg_I/AAAAAAAAAP8/Ae3dlk3iDC0/s320/GEDC2460.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638268922114442226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal;background:white"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black;mso-fareast-language:PT"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tumblr.com/edit/grandemelga.tumblr.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#007BFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandemelga:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black;mso-fareast-language:PT"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal;background:white"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black;mso-fareast-language:PT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-fareast-language:PT"&gt; Fufurinha, ele disse-me uma cena que me magoou muito... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-language: PT"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal;background:white"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black;mso-fareast-language:PT"&gt;Fufurinha:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black; mso-fareast-language:PT"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal;background:white"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black;mso-fareast-language:PT"&gt;O queq aconteceu amor? :'c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black;mso-fareast-language:PT"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal;background:white"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black;mso-fareast-language:PT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tumblr.com/edit/grandemelga.tumblr.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#007BFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandemelga:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black;mso-fareast-language:PT"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal;background:white"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black;mso-fareast-language:PT"&gt;Disse uma cena na brincadeira... mas que me deixou mal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-language:PT"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black;mso-fareast-language:PT"&gt;muito resumido disse que não queria jogar ao panda, porque lhe dava recordações... (do tempo em que andávamos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language:PT"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal;background:white"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black;mso-fareast-language:PT"&gt;Sou uma idiota&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-language:PT"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal;background:white"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black;mso-fareast-language:PT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-fareast-language:PT"&gt;Fufurinha:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-language:PT"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal;background:white"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black;mso-fareast-language:PT"&gt;Oh amor n&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal;background:white"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black;mso-fareast-language:PT"&gt;* nao es&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal;background:white"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black;mso-fareast-language:PT"&gt;Ele éq foi um idota&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal;background:white"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black;mso-fareast-language:PT"&gt;Sabe que ainda gostas dele e diz dessas merdas? tipo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal;background:white"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black;mso-fareast-language:PT"&gt;Espero msm que ja tenha passado amor :c&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal;background:white"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black;mso-fareast-language:PT"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tumblr.com/edit/grandemelga.tumblr.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#007BFF"&gt;Grandemelga:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black;mso-fareast-language:PT"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal;background:white"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black;mso-fareast-language:PT"&gt;Ele não sabe que eu gosto dele...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal;background:white"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black;mso-fareast-language:PT"&gt;Eu sou boa a esconder o que sinto perto dele &lt;span&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;  &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;  &lt;v:formulas&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;  &lt;/v:formulas&gt;  &lt;v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt;  &lt;o:lock ext="edit" aspectratio="t"&gt; &lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="Imagem_x0020_2" spid="_x0000_i1026" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="Descrição: :P" style="'width:.75pt;height:.75pt;visibility:visible;"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\Users\Melgas\AppData\Local\Temp\msohtmlclip1\01\clip_image001.gif" title="P"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;img border="0" width="1" height="1" src="file:///C:/Users/Melgas/AppData/Local/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image001.gif" alt="Descrição: :P" shapes="Imagem_x0020_2" /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal;background:white"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black;mso-fareast-language:PT"&gt;Eu perto dele sou só uma amiga... &lt;span&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="Imagem_x0020_1" spid="_x0000_i1025" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="Descrição: :P" style="'width:.75pt;"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\Users\Melgas\AppData\Local\Temp\msohtmlclip1\01\clip_image001.gif" title="P"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;img border="0" width="1" height="1" src="file:///C:/Users/Melgas/AppData/Local/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image001.gif" alt="Descrição: :P" shapes="Imagem_x0020_1" /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt; que diz parvoíces e brinca com ele... mas quando preciso de ser séria sou &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal;background:white"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black;mso-fareast-language:PT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fufurinha:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal;background:white"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black;mso-fareast-language:PT"&gt;Desculpa amor , estava a ver o telejornal xD&lt;br /&gt;hm não sei se é o melhor a fazeres&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal;background:white"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black;mso-fareast-language:PT"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tumblr.com/edit/grandemelga.tumblr.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#007BFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandemelga: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black;mso-fareast-language:PT"&gt;  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal;background:white"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black;mso-fareast-language:PT"&gt;o que vou fazer???&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal;background:white"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black;mso-fareast-language:PT"&gt;Contar-lhe que ele me magoou, para ele deixar de ser a pessoa que é comigo??? e começar a ser uma pessoa completamente diferente???&lt;br /&gt;Não iria aguentar... prefiro ter a amizade dele como é com as nossas pancadas, com as dentadas, com as chapadas(que me sabem tão bem dar), com as bocas parvas...&lt;br /&gt;Gosto do tipo de amizade que temos... E é esta amizade que me deu e dá forças para não ir abaixo, para não cometer loucuras... Eu não iria aguentar perder a amizade do Manuel... (e eu sei que tu se vires bem, que me vais compreender... tu já passaste por algo difícil, (muito diferente claro, mas difícil), e eu estou a agir da forma que o espaço vazio(lugar do coração) diz... E eu prefiro seguir-lo porque apesar de tudo o que aconteceu não me arrependo de nada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele é o meu melhor amigo, eu não sei viver sem ele... (tu percebes não é minha fufurinha?)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/3941266841382320431-5505940502811765916?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/5505940502811765916/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=5505940502811765916' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/5505940502811765916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/5505940502811765916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2011/08/desabafo.html' title='Desabafo'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GjX_o1e5T2c/Tj8ntjrBg_I/AAAAAAAAAP8/Ae3dlk3iDC0/s72-c/GEDC2460.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-2472425542662660283</id><published>2011-08-05T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T19:12:36.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>momento romântico (maninho e eu)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Filipe Horta :) diz:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;es um obstaculo que eu nao quero ultrapassar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fatocas ... diz:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eu não sou um obstaculo... eu sou uma viajante... que viaja ao teu lado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Filipe Horta :) diz:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eu amo.te vais sempre abraçada a mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fatocas ... diz:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sempre&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/3941266841382320431-2472425542662660283?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/2472425542662660283/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=2472425542662660283' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/2472425542662660283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/2472425542662660283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2011/08/momento-romantico-maninho-e-eu.html' title='momento romântico (maninho e eu)'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-6258465566539149575</id><published>2011-08-05T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T18:04:33.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Santos e Pecadores  - Momento Final</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/m_nGAIvvqKU?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941266841382320431-6258465566539149575?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/6258465566539149575/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=6258465566539149575' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/6258465566539149575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/6258465566539149575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2011/08/santos-e-pecadores-momento-final.html' title='Santos e Pecadores  - Momento Final'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/m_nGAIvvqKU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-7868506285603201300</id><published>2011-08-05T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T17:52:41.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MANINHO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E-doR_e96QA/TjyQUoe8a7I/AAAAAAAAAPU/Vscgl0Bb-DE/s1600/Eu%2Be%2Bo%2Bmano.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E-doR_e96QA/TjyQUoe8a7I/AAAAAAAAAPU/Vscgl0Bb-DE/s320/Eu%2Be%2Bo%2Bmano.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637539517700008882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É assim entre nós à uma amizade completamente fantásticas, claro que temos os nossos maus momentos mas temos conseguido superá-los... Nós somos meios loucos passados da cabeça, mas juntos é sempre a loucura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OBRIGADO POR SERES MEU AMIGO...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OBRIGADO POR SERES O MEU MANINHO DO CORAÇÃO...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AMO-TE FILIPE HORTA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941266841382320431-7868506285603201300?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/7868506285603201300/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=7868506285603201300' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/7868506285603201300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/7868506285603201300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2011/08/maninho.html' title='MANINHO'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E-doR_e96QA/TjyQUoe8a7I/AAAAAAAAAPU/Vscgl0Bb-DE/s72-c/Eu%2Be%2Bo%2Bmano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-6469872621818068050</id><published>2011-08-05T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T19:18:07.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje conseguiste outra vez</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1DKex53SLe0/TjyODv80LkI/AAAAAAAAAPM/89Bp5-EebF8/s1600/GEDC2639.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1DKex53SLe0/TjyODv80LkI/AAAAAAAAAPM/89Bp5-EebF8/s320/GEDC2639.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637537028623314498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hoje conseguiste outra vez… Magoaste-me mais uma vez, mas eu continuo a ser a mesma contigo continuo a me magoar… Mas não te consigo deixar,(o que sinto por ti é demasiado forte). Nós já não existe… Agora é o "João" e a sua melhor amiga(EU), Agora não à momentos românticos( só conversas parvas sobre coisas triviais, conversas sobre a tua nova “amiga”, brincadeiras que para ti não significam nada, mas que para mim são tudo)… Tu hoje falas-te sem pensar mas disseste algo que me deixou completamente desarmada, eu tinha uma parede para me proteger da tristeza, mas tu com as tuas palavras sem sentido palavras ocas sem coração, derrubaste a minha parede e deixaste-me a sofrer… Mas o melhor de tudo é que tu não percebeste, passou-te ao lado como sempre…&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941266841382320431-6469872621818068050?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/6469872621818068050/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=6469872621818068050' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/6469872621818068050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/6469872621818068050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2011/08/hoje-conseguiste-outra-vez.html' title='Hoje conseguiste outra vez'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1DKex53SLe0/TjyODv80LkI/AAAAAAAAAPM/89Bp5-EebF8/s72-c/GEDC2639.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-5757129241122529612</id><published>2011-06-27T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T14:59:40.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Não consigo</title><content type='html'>Simplesmente deixei de conseguir...&lt;div&gt;Simplesmente deixei de ser forte...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simplesmente só aquela menina fraca, parva e igual às outras...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente deixei de ter vontade de sorrir...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;só me apetece chorar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941266841382320431-5757129241122529612?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/5757129241122529612/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=5757129241122529612' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/5757129241122529612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/5757129241122529612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2011/06/nao-consigo.html' title='Não consigo'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-6557240316484177461</id><published>2011-06-16T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T11:14:25.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mensagem (1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sWTbsqGsam8/TfpHpcc-EqI/AAAAAAAAAPE/q3_8d2bkt3M/s1600/2011-04-16%2B17-40-57.613.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sWTbsqGsam8/TfpHpcc-EqI/AAAAAAAAAPE/q3_8d2bkt3M/s320/2011-04-16%2B17-40-57.613.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618882262436024994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te muito. Sabes quero tanto estar contigo.&lt;br /&gt;Um dia fujo de casa e vou para perto de ti. &lt;div&gt;Tenho muitas saudades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mensagem de um alguém que já foi mais daquilo que é agora... :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Fatocas xD&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/3941266841382320431-6557240316484177461?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/6557240316484177461/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=6557240316484177461' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/6557240316484177461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/6557240316484177461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2011/06/mensagem-1.html' title='Mensagem (1)'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sWTbsqGsam8/TfpHpcc-EqI/AAAAAAAAAPE/q3_8d2bkt3M/s72-c/2011-04-16%2B17-40-57.613.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-765525379660972249</id><published>2011-06-06T06:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T06:54:25.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-size: 15px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; "&gt;Um dia vais perceber que as pessoas realmente importantes na tua vida são aquelas que te deixam um sorriso na cara quando te lembras delas.&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941266841382320431-765525379660972249?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/765525379660972249/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=765525379660972249' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/765525379660972249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/765525379660972249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-7592613950524689359</id><published>2011-06-05T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T18:30:37.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fernando Pessoa 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3TKmxVzF8a4/Tewts0DVjUI/AAAAAAAAAO0/__WXZtvW2Fg/s1600/GEDC1505.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3TKmxVzF8a4/Tewts0DVjUI/AAAAAAAAAO0/__WXZtvW2Fg/s320/GEDC1505.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614913083334298946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(110, 113, 115); font-family: Garamond, 'Hoefler Text', 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Sim, sei bem,Que nunca serei alguém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sei de sobra,Que nunca terei uma obra.&lt;br /&gt;Sei, enfim,Que nunca saberei de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Sim, mas agora,Enquanto dura esta hora,&lt;br /&gt;Este luar, estes ramos,&lt;br /&gt;Esta paz em que estamos,&lt;br /&gt;Deixem-me crer&lt;br /&gt;O que nunca poderei ser.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Fernando Pessoa)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941266841382320431-7592613950524689359?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/7592613950524689359/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=7592613950524689359' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/7592613950524689359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/7592613950524689359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2011/06/fernando-pessoa-1.html' title='Fernando Pessoa 1'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3TKmxVzF8a4/Tewts0DVjUI/AAAAAAAAAO0/__WXZtvW2Fg/s72-c/GEDC1505.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-4543058561081653951</id><published>2011-06-05T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T18:24:00.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>♥ tua presença ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-niXDGXGe8_w/Tewr837N3aI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3Jj5DfANCjQ/s1600/GEDC1506.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-niXDGXGe8_w/Tewr837N3aI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3Jj5DfANCjQ/s320/GEDC1506.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614911160228634018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu dia-dia é mais tranquilo até o momento em que minha cabeça me leva até você.&lt;br /&gt;Minha cabeça me trai, o coração aperta, a atenção esvanece o frio na barriga…&lt;br /&gt;Com tantos sintomas a saudade até parece doença, mas sei que a cura é a sua presença…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(BOB MARLEY)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941266841382320431-4543058561081653951?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/4543058561081653951/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=4543058561081653951' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/4543058561081653951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/4543058561081653951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2011/06/tua-presenca.html' title='♥ tua presença ♥'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-niXDGXGe8_w/Tewr837N3aI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3Jj5DfANCjQ/s72-c/GEDC1506.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-7759592199912068769</id><published>2011-06-05T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T18:15:38.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gémea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-akiFQTKwo0A/Tewp_T3Of-I/AAAAAAAAAN8/pHhWqEbiucQ/s1600/DSC00025.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-akiFQTKwo0A/Tewp_T3Of-I/AAAAAAAAAN8/pHhWqEbiucQ/s320/DSC00025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614909003064573922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 12px; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 12px; background-image: url(http://assets.tumblr.com/images/input_bg.gif); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; font-weight: normal; background-position: 50% 0%; background-repeat: repeat no-repeat; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gémea a Distancia dá comigo em doida. Mas não é ela que nos vai separar pois nós somos muito unidas nós temos uma amizade muito forte... Estou cheia de Saudades... AMO-TE PARA SEMPRE &amp;lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qJz8VfwcEbM/Tewp_lw83bI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Om2GpD2e1rQ/s1600/DSC00048.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qJz8VfwcEbM/Tewp_lw83bI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Om2GpD2e1rQ/s320/DSC00048.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614909007870090674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941266841382320431-7759592199912068769?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/7759592199912068769/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=7759592199912068769' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/7759592199912068769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/7759592199912068769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2011/06/gemea.html' title='Gémea'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-akiFQTKwo0A/Tewp_T3Of-I/AAAAAAAAAN8/pHhWqEbiucQ/s72-c/DSC00025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-1296748627733364126</id><published>2011-06-05T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T16:39:06.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nós</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ICu8vMNvqhw/TewTljEU0bI/AAAAAAAAAN0/RHU9O7jabdc/s1600/GEDC1460.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ICu8vMNvqhw/TewTljEU0bI/AAAAAAAAAN0/RHU9O7jabdc/s320/GEDC1460.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614884371213636018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;Quando penso em nós, os meus olhos iluminam-se de uma forma que não sei explicar…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941266841382320431-1296748627733364126?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/1296748627733364126/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=1296748627733364126' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/1296748627733364126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/1296748627733364126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2011/06/nos.html' title='Nós'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ICu8vMNvqhw/TewTljEU0bI/AAAAAAAAAN0/RHU9O7jabdc/s72-c/GEDC1460.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-6624219810832308904</id><published>2011-05-25T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T16:23:37.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O significado de verdadeiros amigos</title><content type='html'>Hoje posso dizer que estou feliz há umas boas semanas que isso não acontecia... Vocês mostraram-me que não é preciso desesperar, coisas más acontecem, temos é que saber rir. Esquecer o passado e olhar em frente. Vocês fizeram-me ver que realmente tenho pessoas que me querem bem, que se preocupam comigo. Eu nos bons momentos não vos dou muito valor, infelizmente, pois vocês merecem que alguém vos mostre todos os dias que são importantes na vida de alguém, neste caso na minha. Nestas semanas de tristeza percebi quem são os verdadeiros amigos. Finalmente percebi quem são as pessoas que me querem bem....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este texto é para vos agradecer e vos mostrar que vos dou valor... E também vou estar aqui para vocês &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; sempre que precisarem. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obrigada por não me abandonarem. Obrigada por me fazerem sorrir. Obrigada por estarem lá quando eu precisei. Obrigada por me mostrarem o significado de VERDADEIROS AMIGOS. OBRIGADA MESMO. AMO-VOS &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Fatocas xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941266841382320431-6624219810832308904?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/6624219810832308904/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=6624219810832308904' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/6624219810832308904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/6624219810832308904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2011/05/o-significado-de-verdadeiros-amigos.html' title='O significado de verdadeiros amigos'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-8297812042512251881</id><published>2011-05-23T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T17:19:32.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fernando Pessoa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ozDyb-uIYuM/Tdr5jYgn6zI/AAAAAAAAANo/0fI2XzNvoHQ/s1600/140411-2007.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 316px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ozDyb-uIYuM/Tdr5jYgn6zI/AAAAAAAAANo/0fI2XzNvoHQ/s320/140411-2007.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610070672113396530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;“Não tenho a pretensão de que todas as pessoas que gosto, gostem de mim, nem que eu faça a falta que elas me fazem. O importante pra mim é saber que eu, em algum momento, fui insubstituível, e que esse momento será inesquecível.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;(Fernando Pessoa)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941266841382320431-8297812042512251881?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/8297812042512251881/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=8297812042512251881' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/8297812042512251881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/8297812042512251881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2011/05/fernando-pessoa.html' title='Fernando Pessoa'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ozDyb-uIYuM/Tdr5jYgn6zI/AAAAAAAAANo/0fI2XzNvoHQ/s72-c/140411-2007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-7878106300522617579</id><published>2011-05-22T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T12:59:15.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu o amo. Ele gosta de outra. Eu me fodo. Fim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BcDRkDLObAE/TdmiXWV-2GI/AAAAAAAAANg/3LeVQ_17lqk/s1600/tumblr_lj3jshc93C1qezwmho1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 197px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BcDRkDLObAE/TdmiXWV-2GI/AAAAAAAAANg/3LeVQ_17lqk/s320/tumblr_lj3jshc93C1qezwmho1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609693332885133410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://missbrokenheart.tumblr.com/post/5747750810" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none; line-height: 14px; text-align: center; font: italic normal normal 20pt/normal georgia; margin-top: -20px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Eu o amo. Ele gosta de outra. Eu me fodo. Fim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; "&gt;Li isto e só me deu vontade de chorar... A minha vida está aqui escrita em poucas palavras. Em 11 palavras para ser mais precisa. Fogo pah isto enerva-me tenho uma vida normal, nada por ai além, e chego à noite vou para o pc e o que vejo logo que abro a pagina do (......) .  Fez me rever tudo o que já me aconteceu, tive um flashback de tudo o que já passei na minha vida...  Fogo, FOGO, fogo. Estou casada com um alguém que sei que nunca me vai fazer realmente feliz, Amo um outro homem, que por sua vez ama outra, que por sua vez tem uma vida perfeita. Tem o seu carro de sonho (um mini vermelho), (como eu queria ter). Tem um trabalho de sonho, que o deixa realizado em todos os níveis que eu não consigo imaginar. Tem uns filhos fantásticos, (um casal, Diogo de 18 anos e a Cláudia de 14 anos), que não lhe dão muitas preocupações, ao contrario do meu filho... Não é que eu não goste do meu filho, o Luís é a razão de eu não ter desistido desta vida infeliz. Luís é da turma da Cláudia tem os dois a mesma idade e eles "namoram", (deveria de ficar feliz não era???), quando ele me contou quem era a rapariga, foi como se o tempo parasse... Bloqueei, ele até teve que me abanar para eu voltar à realidade. O Luís, o meu filho namora com a filha do HOMEM QUE EU AMO... DO HOMEM QUE EU SEMPRE AMEI... DO HOMEM QUE NUNCA SERÁ MEU... estou para morrer... O meu marido ficou feliz super feliz, aliás fez-lhe uma festa na cabeça e disse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;- assim é que é Luís, escolher a melhor menina de toda escolha é de génio... (Eu fiquei parada a ouvir aquelas tretas que o meu marido disse à pobre criança. De repente vejo o meu marido e o meu filho a olhar para mim  e sorrir, fiquei ainda mais parva até que lhes perguntei o que se passava) E o meu marido disse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;- Não ouviste o que estava a dizer ao miúdo?? - Fiz que sim com a cabeça, e depois disse não e ele com isso continuou a falar, a relembrar-me do que tinha dito ao meu filho - Eu estava a dizer que eu também escolhi a rapariga mais linda da escola- eu sorri e ele logo de seguida disse - mas ela não me quis foi quando vi a tua mãe e até agora estamos juntos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Não sei porque mas aquelas palavras cairão-me tão mal... E para melhorar foi para o pc como já vos tinha dito e vi a frase... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;QUE TRETA DE VIDA... Não tenho nada que eu possa dizer que me faz realmente feliz... Perdi tudo o que me fazia feliz, isto pode ser mal interpretado vendo que eu tenho um filho, eu gosto muito dele, mas ele só me tem dado problemas, tristezas, as notas dele são horríveis, com a permissão do pai fez uma tatuagem asquerosa,(sim uma tatuagem perceberam  bem), sinceramente nem sei a razão da Cláudia namorar com ele, deve de gostar de rufias. Tenho dado muito amor ao Luís mas o traste do meu marido é que o estraga, leva-o a bares para beberem umas cervejas e ele aprender a ser homem de verdade,(pois se for como o pai está bem arrumado), acreditam que quando vou falar com o meu marido e reclamo com ele, ainda levo um murro na cara por ser insolente??? Sim sou insolente por me preocupar com a vida do meu filho... Cada um tem o que merece sempre ouvi dizer. E Pelos visto EU MEREÇO APANHAR DO MARIDO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;FIM... Quem me dera que fosse já o FIM...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Gostava que fosse o FIM...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Fatocas xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941266841382320431-7878106300522617579?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/7878106300522617579/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=7878106300522617579' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/7878106300522617579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/7878106300522617579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2011/05/eu-o-amo-ele-gosta-de-outra-eu-me-fodo.html' title='Eu o amo. Ele gosta de outra. Eu me fodo. Fim'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BcDRkDLObAE/TdmiXWV-2GI/AAAAAAAAANg/3LeVQ_17lqk/s72-c/tumblr_lj3jshc93C1qezwmho1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-818541046431432026</id><published>2011-05-21T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T15:30:47.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Avô hoje lembrei-me de si</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Avô você nem imagina as saudades que eu tenho de estar consigo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje enquanto estava a lavar o carro a avó apareceu lá, sabe lembrei-me de si.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lembrei-me das alturas que o avô me ajudava, (de quando o avô abria e fechava a água), deu-me uma enorme vontade de chorar e de correr parar o passado e poder estar com o avô de novo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fogo pequenos gestos seus que hoje me fazem querer voltar a trás e nunca mais estar sem você ao meu lado. Sem os seus gestos de carinho, sem o seu sorriso, sem o seu olhar ternurento eu não consigo ser aquela menina que era. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Avô posso ser sincera??? Tenho uma vontade enorme de ir ter consigo &lt;b&gt;:'( &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O avô faz-me muita falta. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Até um dia avô.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gosto muito de si, nunca se esqueça disso&lt;b&gt; :'(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Fatocas xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941266841382320431-818541046431432026?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/818541046431432026/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=818541046431432026' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/818541046431432026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/818541046431432026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2011/05/avo-hoje-lembrei-me-de-si.html' title='Avô hoje lembrei-me de si'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-7666558741905997004</id><published>2011-05-21T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T14:05:19.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deixas??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_yD58JjUhIE/TdgpBBeCXBI/AAAAAAAAANY/C9sAylW8G-Y/s1600/SDC10533.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_yD58JjUhIE/TdgpBBeCXBI/AAAAAAAAANY/C9sAylW8G-Y/s320/SDC10533.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609278433440979986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero estar junto a ti. &lt;div&gt;Quero poder estar nos seus braços. Não como dantes, mas como está agora. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero saber que posso contar sempre contigo, para tudo. Para rir, chorar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero poder estar nos seus braços... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero saber que nada é impossível junto a ti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero esse teu sorriso... Outra vez... Será que é possível???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Diz-me que sim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Diz-me que esta sensação estranha vai passar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Diz-me que o meu coração vai parar de bater por ti. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero saber se vou parar de chamar por ti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero poder esquecer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero poder deixar de lutar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DEIXAS??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Fatocas xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941266841382320431-7666558741905997004?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/7666558741905997004/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=7666558741905997004' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/7666558741905997004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/7666558741905997004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2011/05/deixas.html' title='Deixas??'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_yD58JjUhIE/TdgpBBeCXBI/AAAAAAAAANY/C9sAylW8G-Y/s72-c/SDC10533.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-8195918091783971496</id><published>2011-05-19T17:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T17:04:47.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tributo a NÓS MULHERES</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-size: 15px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Nada mais contraditório do que ser mulher... &lt;br /&gt;Mulher que pensa com o coração, age pela emoção e vence pelo amor. &lt;br /&gt;Que vive milhões de emoções num só dia e transmite cada uma delas, num único olhar. &lt;br /&gt;Que se enfeita toda e perfuma o leito, ainda que seu amor nem perceba mais tais detalhes. &lt;br /&gt;Que como uma feiticeira transforma em luz e sorriso as dores que sente na alma, só pra ninguém notar. &lt;br /&gt;E ainda tem que ser forte, para dar os ombros para quem neles precise chorar. &lt;br /&gt;Feliz do homem que por um dia souber, entender a alma da mulher&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941266841382320431-8195918091783971496?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/8195918091783971496/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=8195918091783971496' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/8195918091783971496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/8195918091783971496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2011/05/tributo-nos-mulheres.html' title='Tributo a NÓS MULHERES'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-7027887020176760045</id><published>2011-05-19T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T05:15:50.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tarde demais</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OY5Wi1JdsTI/TdUJyEGjx0I/AAAAAAAAANQ/vyeT9sMX__4/s1600/tumblr_ll790slFzA1qe60alo1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OY5Wi1JdsTI/TdUJyEGjx0I/AAAAAAAAANQ/vyeT9sMX__4/s320/tumblr_ll790slFzA1qe60alo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608399666659182402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: justify;font-size: 15px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;Um dia digo-te que gosto dos venenos mais lentos, das bebidas mais amargas, das drogas mais poderosas, das ideias mais insanas, dos pensamentos mais complexos, dos sentimentos mais fortes... &lt;/span&gt;GOSTO DE TI...&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;Quando esse dia chegar tu nem vais notar... nunca o notas-te. Tu nunca olhas-te para os meus olhos, e reparas-te no brilho que eles têm quando estou perto de ti. Tu nunca reparas-te como eu fico "parva", quando tu te juntas ao nosso grupo de amigos, tu nem ligas muito aquilo que digo. Acho que se mete-se as minhas mãos na tua cara e dizer que gosto de ti olhos nos olhos, tu nem ligavas... Seguias em frente e ias para ao pé da tua suposta "amiga", como tu dizes a todas as pessoas, (toda gente percebe que vocês namoram, mas se te confrontamos com essa palavra, tu muito calmamente respondes, "- Somos só amigos." ). Nunca me importei muito com a vossa relação, de amizade ou amor, (ou lá o que isso é), isso nunca me foi importante, eu só queria que simplesmente reparasses em mim... Isso é pedir muito??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;Pois eu acho que sim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;Se algum dia repares em mim, espero que seja tarde demais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;Fatocas xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941266841382320431-7027887020176760045?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/7027887020176760045/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=7027887020176760045' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/7027887020176760045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/7027887020176760045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2011/05/tarde-demais.html' title='Tarde demais'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OY5Wi1JdsTI/TdUJyEGjx0I/AAAAAAAAANQ/vyeT9sMX__4/s72-c/tumblr_ll790slFzA1qe60alo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-3203429077020362435</id><published>2011-05-18T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T03:02:15.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Não deixe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JuRknXiRJ50/TdOY-7hCtxI/AAAAAAAAANI/1BdSWYrDdaU/s1600/2011-04-16%2B17-44-04.490.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JuRknXiRJ50/TdOY-7hCtxI/AAAAAAAAANI/1BdSWYrDdaU/s320/2011-04-16%2B17-44-04.490.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607994167901992722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;“Não deixe que a saudade o sufoque, que a rotina o acomode, que o medo o impeça de tentar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;Desconfie do destino e acredite em você! Gaste mais horas a realizar que sonhar, fazer que planear, viver que esperar porque, embora quem quase morre esteja vivo, quem quase vive já morreu.”&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/3941266841382320431-3203429077020362435?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/3203429077020362435/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=3203429077020362435' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/3203429077020362435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/3203429077020362435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2011/05/nao-deixe.html' title='Não deixe'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JuRknXiRJ50/TdOY-7hCtxI/AAAAAAAAANI/1BdSWYrDdaU/s72-c/2011-04-16%2B17-44-04.490.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-3057390827024836883</id><published>2011-05-17T17:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T18:12:16.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vento e Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sCXGwTQgQGQ/TdMc3THVjsI/AAAAAAAAANA/-CaLBMijFHU/s1600/tumblr_lld90v4WSd1qjtoqlo1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sCXGwTQgQGQ/TdMc3THVjsI/AAAAAAAAANA/-CaLBMijFHU/s320/tumblr_lld90v4WSd1qjtoqlo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607857697355828930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;A distância faz o mesmo com o amor do que o vento faz com o fogo:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;quando o fogo é pequeno, o vento apaga, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;quando o fogo é grande o vento aumenta.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941266841382320431-3057390827024836883?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/3057390827024836883/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=3057390827024836883' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/3057390827024836883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/3057390827024836883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2011/05/vento-e-amor.html' title='Vento e Amor'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sCXGwTQgQGQ/TdMc3THVjsI/AAAAAAAAANA/-CaLBMijFHU/s72-c/tumblr_lld90v4WSd1qjtoqlo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-3139974734613672981</id><published>2011-05-17T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T15:40:43.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje/Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6RvsIqj0Tqw/TdMV_TdfgEI/AAAAAAAAAM4/sdAFDNDyLMA/s1600/Foto-0010mjtwj.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6RvsIqj0Tqw/TdMV_TdfgEI/AAAAAAAAAM4/sdAFDNDyLMA/s320/Foto-0010mjtwj.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607850138306314306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje perguntei-me se o que aconteceu foi verdade. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;For&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;it could&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;only a dream. Just a dream... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hoje perguntei-me se todos aqueles momentos que passamos foram verdade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;If&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;those&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;kisses&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;were&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;genuine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hoje perguntei-me se o que me dizias era verdade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje perguntei-me se realmente foste feliz comigo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje perguntei-me se tu e eu ia durar para sempre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje perguntei-me porque é que a escolheste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depois de tantas perguntas vi a realidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;I realized the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;truth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para obter traduções alternativas"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Fatocas xD&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/3941266841382320431-3139974734613672981?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/3139974734613672981/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=3139974734613672981' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/3139974734613672981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/3139974734613672981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2011/05/hojetoday.html' title='Hoje/Today'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6RvsIqj0Tqw/TdMV_TdfgEI/AAAAAAAAAM4/sdAFDNDyLMA/s72-c/Foto-0010mjtwj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-478345561449541692</id><published>2011-05-16T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T14:48:35.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>voltar a atrás</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DSsYjAq7m6A/TdGbp3DJIVI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Xs5p1ZCtrd8/s1600/DSC00024.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DSsYjAq7m6A/TdGbp3DJIVI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Xs5p1ZCtrd8/s320/DSC00024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607434154507051346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-size: 15px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; "&gt;'Se existisse algum meio de voltar atrás, nós nunca aprenderíamos a seguir em frente.'&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941266841382320431-478345561449541692?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/478345561449541692/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=478345561449541692' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/478345561449541692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/478345561449541692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2011/05/voltar-atras.html' title='voltar a atrás'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DSsYjAq7m6A/TdGbp3DJIVI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Xs5p1ZCtrd8/s72-c/DSC00024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-7159594788127066030</id><published>2011-05-16T14:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T15:40:16.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sorriso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IAKO9mr7HMQ/TdGUCkPxYLI/AAAAAAAAAMg/BnX8WImQL9U/s1600/maos-dadas.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IAKO9mr7HMQ/TdGUCkPxYLI/AAAAAAAAAMg/BnX8WImQL9U/s320/maos-dadas.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607425782863454386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 12px; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 12px; background-image: url(http://assets.tumblr.com/images/input_bg.gif); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; font-weight: normal; background-position: 50% 0%; background-repeat: repeat no-repeat; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hoje reparei que tu me esqueces-te rapidamente, mas não consegui ficar chateada contigo. Vi tu de mãos dadas com ela.&lt;br /&gt;Tu estavas com aquele sorriso verdadeiro até o teu olhar estava a sorrir   &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(225, 40, 168); font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; "&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;por mais que me custe não consigo estar triste ou chateada contigo. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(225, 40, 168); font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;Fatocas xD&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/3941266841382320431-7159594788127066030?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/7159594788127066030/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=7159594788127066030' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/7159594788127066030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/7159594788127066030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2011/05/sorriso.html' title='sorriso'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IAKO9mr7HMQ/TdGUCkPxYLI/AAAAAAAAAMg/BnX8WImQL9U/s72-c/maos-dadas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-1298133373268882760</id><published>2011-05-15T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T08:32:51.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SMILE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C2jXUf_M120/Tc_xwo56fsI/AAAAAAAAAMY/OyRABiOqjRo/s1600/tumblr_lehbb7DwNd1qcw18co1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C2jXUf_M120/Tc_xwo56fsI/AAAAAAAAAMY/OyRABiOqjRo/s320/tumblr_lehbb7DwNd1qcw18co1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606965879015898818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O melhor tipo de riso é quando tu começas a rir do nada e depois não consegue parar.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt; É nesse momento, que se esquece tudo o resto. É quando tu te esqueces do mundo e perdes o controle.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt; E é isso que nós devemos fazer às vezes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941266841382320431-1298133373268882760?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/1298133373268882760/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=1298133373268882760' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/1298133373268882760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/1298133373268882760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2011/05/o-melhor-tipo-de-riso-e-quando-tu.html' title='SMILE'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C2jXUf_M120/Tc_xwo56fsI/AAAAAAAAAMY/OyRABiOqjRo/s72-c/tumblr_lehbb7DwNd1qcw18co1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-2334204750258798266</id><published>2011-05-14T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T16:11:22.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Certo/Errado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-40f4Fe_abeM/Tc8L2PAirPI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/dydGzAUoZLA/s1600/tumblr_ll1htmWPmU1qgujfno1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-40f4Fe_abeM/Tc8L2PAirPI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/dydGzAUoZLA/s320/tumblr_ll1htmWPmU1qgujfno1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606713087469202674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Não existe certo e errado, cada um tem o direito de fazer suas próprias escolhas, apenas devemos saber que para cada escolha existe uma consequência, e só depende de ti escolher se ela vai ser boa ou má, tudo depende do seu ponto de vista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941266841382320431-2334204750258798266?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/2334204750258798266/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=2334204750258798266' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/2334204750258798266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/2334204750258798266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2011/05/certoerrado.html' title='Certo/Errado'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-40f4Fe_abeM/Tc8L2PAirPI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/dydGzAUoZLA/s72-c/tumblr_ll1htmWPmU1qgujfno1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-7156040411821612197</id><published>2011-05-14T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T06:30:17.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>♥ Tempo ♥ (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CnpWKVHdisM/Tc6DDbz9TfI/AAAAAAAAAMI/m_y-pH5DZJs/s1600/tumblr_ll60fvi6hE1qdexnho1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CnpWKVHdisM/Tc6DDbz9TfI/AAAAAAAAAMI/m_y-pH5DZJs/s320/tumblr_ll60fvi6hE1qdexnho1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606562681151376882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Meu amor aqueles dias fantásticos, aquelas tarde românticas sentados no sofá a ver o "Moulin Rouge", a ver filmes lamechas, tu só os vias para me fazer feliz. Tu dizias que os querias ver e que gostavas deles, mas eu sabia que não querias ver aqueles filmes. Mas tu por mim fazias tudo. Eu adorava encostar-me a ti e estar bem agarradinha a ti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E as nossas lutas, ui que maluqueiras, tu sempre a querer ficar por cima :P tu a querer ganhar-me em tudo :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Recordo-me desses momentos com um enorme sorriso na cara. Tu dizias-me que era linda. Mesmo depois da operação que tive que fazer, mesmo depois de ter aquela cicatriz na bochecha. Tu dizias e dizes que a cicatriz me faz ter um ar de lutadora de wrestling, com uma enorme gargalhada no final da frase. Até a mim me dá vontade de rir, no inicio não ficava bué chateada, lembras-te??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Houve uma altura que tinha medo que me deixasses, e tinhas razão para isso, com as operações a decorrer estava tão revoltada com tudo e com todos. Mas tu nunca sais-te do meu lado. Nesse momento vi que ME AMAVAS verdadeiramente, vi que eras mais que meu marido. És um companheiro fiel, um melhor amigo, um amante escaldante, uma pessoa com uma enorme paciência, tens uma coragem inigualável, suportaste tudo, cada lágrima que derramei, cada ataque de pânico que tive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;TU ÉS O MEU HERÓI &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Agora tu estás nessa cama de hospital, e eu tenho tanto medo por ti, tenho tanto medo de te perder. Mas vou ter coragem e vou estar sempre ao teu lado meu amor ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FIM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Fatocas xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941266841382320431-7156040411821612197?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/7156040411821612197/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=7156040411821612197' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/7156040411821612197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/7156040411821612197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2011/05/tempo-2.html' title='♥ Tempo ♥ (2)'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CnpWKVHdisM/Tc6DDbz9TfI/AAAAAAAAAMI/m_y-pH5DZJs/s72-c/tumblr_ll60fvi6hE1qdexnho1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-1548618947140273793</id><published>2011-05-14T05:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T06:00:30.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frases (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Avn68hyaEo/Tc582TkXsTI/AAAAAAAAAMA/-OCq_u7UfVg/s1600/tumblr_ll5xxsjQ4v1qiu6k8o1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Avn68hyaEo/Tc582TkXsTI/AAAAAAAAAMA/-OCq_u7UfVg/s320/tumblr_ll5xxsjQ4v1qiu6k8o1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606555858530447666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; " &gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;"É o coração que honra o homem e não a opinião" &lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;(Friedrich von Schiller)&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941266841382320431-1548618947140273793?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/1548618947140273793/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=1548618947140273793' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/1548618947140273793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/1548618947140273793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2011/05/frases-2.html' title='Frases (2)'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Avn68hyaEo/Tc582TkXsTI/AAAAAAAAAMA/-OCq_u7UfVg/s72-c/tumblr_ll5xxsjQ4v1qiu6k8o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-8933535775237885041</id><published>2011-05-13T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T10:20:37.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frases (1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eE7DGQ1qpL4/Tc1oW8X9Z0I/AAAAAAAAAL4/v84qxHmAFLI/s1600/DSCF0066.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eE7DGQ1qpL4/Tc1oW8X9Z0I/AAAAAAAAAL4/v84qxHmAFLI/s320/DSCF0066.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606251854519166786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:3.75pt;margin-left: 0cm"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; "&gt;"O valor das coisas não está no tempo em que elas duram,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#333333;font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mas na intensidade com que acontecem;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por isso existem momentos inesquecíveis,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;coisas inexplicáveis e pessoas incomparáveis."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941266841382320431-8933535775237885041?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/8933535775237885041/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=8933535775237885041' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/8933535775237885041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/8933535775237885041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2011/05/frases-1.html' title='Frases (1)'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eE7DGQ1qpL4/Tc1oW8X9Z0I/AAAAAAAAAL4/v84qxHmAFLI/s72-c/DSCF0066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-770401231542560043</id><published>2011-05-11T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T06:05:00.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um alguém</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvIxbSwmnJE/TcqJWARmOWI/AAAAAAAAALw/tAxiGfXAvrU/s1600/DSCN4523vffvf.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvIxbSwmnJE/TcqJWARmOWI/AAAAAAAAALw/tAxiGfXAvrU/s320/DSCN4523vffvf.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605443697339939170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O que pensas quando me vês a ir embora? Será que pensas em agarrar-me e nunca mais me largar, ou será que simplesmente ficas só parado a olhar para o teu amor a ir embora, a descer aquela rua onde tu todos os dias passas, para baixo e para cima. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Um simples olhar de um casal apaixonado, Quando ela se vira para trás uma ultima vez, antes de perder de vista o seu amado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Um alguém que tem o "poder" de abanar o mundo dela, o "poder" de a fazer realmente feliz. Uma felicidade autentica, genuína, verdadeira. Onde ela sabe e sente que é feliz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Fatocas xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941266841382320431-770401231542560043?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/770401231542560043/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=770401231542560043' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/770401231542560043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/770401231542560043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2011/05/o-que-pensas-quando-me-ves-ir-embora.html' title='Um alguém'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvIxbSwmnJE/TcqJWARmOWI/AAAAAAAAALw/tAxiGfXAvrU/s72-c/DSCN4523vffvf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-2479565319093099847</id><published>2011-05-09T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T16:04:41.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>conta-gotas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XUOOkDFVtso/Tchy67_WgyI/AAAAAAAAALo/GWyYLkJkF94/s1600/images.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 195px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XUOOkDFVtso/Tchy67_WgyI/AAAAAAAAALo/GWyYLkJkF94/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604856093123969826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:3.75pt;margin-left: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#333333;font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 3.75pt; margin-left: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#333333;font-weight:normal"&gt;"É melhor uma verdade em dose única do que uma mentira em conta-gotas..."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941266841382320431-2479565319093099847?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/2479565319093099847/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=2479565319093099847' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/2479565319093099847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/2479565319093099847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2011/05/conta-gotas.html' title='conta-gotas'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XUOOkDFVtso/Tchy67_WgyI/AAAAAAAAALo/GWyYLkJkF94/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-2755799889645279749</id><published>2011-05-09T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T15:41:46.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perdoar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-2zVgxeQFA/Tchtj6sMctI/AAAAAAAAALY/UjDUdo5tlr4/s1600/tumblr_koo9wxFNDw1qzg7tko1_400.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-2zVgxeQFA/Tchtj6sMctI/AAAAAAAAALY/UjDUdo5tlr4/s320/tumblr_koo9wxFNDw1qzg7tko1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604850200080052946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;font-size: 15px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; "&gt;"A vida trabalha para a nossa harmonia. &lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;font-size: 15px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; "&gt;Ninguém pode ter saúde física e mental sem limpar o coração, largar o passado e perdoar a ignorância alheia."&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941266841382320431-2755799889645279749?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/2755799889645279749/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=2755799889645279749' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/2755799889645279749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/2755799889645279749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2011/05/vida-trabalha-para-nossa-harmonia.html' title='Perdoar'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-2zVgxeQFA/Tchtj6sMctI/AAAAAAAAALY/UjDUdo5tlr4/s72-c/tumblr_koo9wxFNDw1qzg7tko1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-5572526441041860812</id><published>2011-05-07T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T16:41:22.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>trauma :'(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-siqHZLL5yVo/TcXYa6q5d1I/AAAAAAAAALQ/2TmaBDbnfU4/s1600/traumas_del_amor_by_pupa2000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-siqHZLL5yVo/TcXYa6q5d1I/AAAAAAAAALQ/2TmaBDbnfU4/s320/traumas_del_amor_by_pupa2000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604123268269832018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Há momentos na nossa vida que nos deixam traumas. E o que podemos fazer???&lt;br /&gt;Seguir em frente, supera-los, esquece-los, lutar contra eles, (acho eu).&lt;br /&gt;digamos que fazemos o que escrevi em cima. tá tudo a correr bem, (estamos a conseguir superar tudo), até que vemos algo que nos manda outra vez a baixo. Temos vontade de desistir pois tem sido tão difícil seguir em frente, (sempre um dia de cada vez). Dar um passo em frente lutando contar o trauma é esmagador, e só damos um passo bem pequeno, ( com medo de ir a baixo, com medo que tudo corra mal de novo).&lt;br /&gt;A vida está cheia de coisas destas, de lutas intermináveis, de vitórias fantásticas, de derrotas esmagadoras; também temos os sorrisos verdadeiros, os olhares que nos magoam, os actos mais simples e magníficos e os puros actos de traição. OS TRAUMAS DA NOSSA VIDA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esses traumas dão-nos vontade de desistir, de ficar para sempre debaixo do conforto dos nossos lençóis; mas não pode ser assim, (por muito maravilhoso que nos pareça ficar debaixo dos lençóis), tempos sempre que lutar por muito difícil que seja. Temos que enfrentar os nossos medos, por mais estúpidos que sejam, mesmo que vos custe, tem que ser assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OS TRAUMAS DA NOSSA VIDA.&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Fatocas xD&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/3941266841382320431-5572526441041860812?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/5572526441041860812/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=5572526441041860812' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/5572526441041860812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/5572526441041860812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2011/05/trauma.html' title='trauma :&apos;('/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-siqHZLL5yVo/TcXYa6q5d1I/AAAAAAAAALQ/2TmaBDbnfU4/s72-c/traumas_del_amor_by_pupa2000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-2658619966682454781</id><published>2011-05-07T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T15:42:57.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A minha fraqueza ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YIERT2sD1O8/TcUcH1nfjRI/AAAAAAAAALI/24Z9Ev2ncoo/s1600/love_by_prettyfreaky_jeannie.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YIERT2sD1O8/TcUcH1nfjRI/AAAAAAAAALI/24Z9Ev2ncoo/s320/love_by_prettyfreaky_jeannie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603916232309837074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(93, 117, 170); font-size: 22px; line-height: 25px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(93, 117, 170); font-size: 22px; line-height: 25px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;Teus lábios, são a minha maior fraqueza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.5pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:#5D75AA;border:none windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-alt:none windowtext 0cm;padding:0cm;mso-ansi-language:PT;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;Eu não devia ter deixado que tu soubesses isso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.5pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:#5D75AA;border:none windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-alt:none windowtext 0cm;padding:0cm;mso-ansi-language:PT;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;Eu vou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;sempre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.5pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:#5D75AA;border:none windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-alt:none windowtext 0cm;padding:0cm;mso-ansi-language:PT;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;fazer o que eles me disserem @ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.5pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:#5D75AA;border:none windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-alt:none windowtext 0cm;padding:0cm;mso-ansi-language:PT;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;always'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:1.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:white;border:none windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-alt:none windowtext 0cm;padding:0cm;mso-ansi-language:PT;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:1.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:white; border:none windowtext 1.0pt;mso-border-alt:none windowtext 0cm;padding:0cm; mso-ansi-language:PT;mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;[http&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:1.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:white; border:none windowtext 1.0pt;mso-border-alt:none windowtext 0cm;padding:0cm; mso-ansi-language:PT;mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:1.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:white; border:none windowtext 1.0pt;mso-border-alt:none windowtext 0cm;padding:0cm; mso-ansi-language:PT;mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:1.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:white; border:none windowtext 1.0pt;mso-border-alt:none windowtext 0cm;padding:0cm; mso-ansi-language:PT;mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941266841382320431-2658619966682454781?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/2658619966682454781/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=2658619966682454781' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/2658619966682454781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/2658619966682454781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2011/05/minha-fraqueza.html' title='A minha fraqueza ♥'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YIERT2sD1O8/TcUcH1nfjRI/AAAAAAAAALI/24Z9Ev2ncoo/s72-c/love_by_prettyfreaky_jeannie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-378338379294826986</id><published>2011-05-06T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T20:08:40.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu por Paula</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y49r8yl6yyI/TcS3i0Q6WQI/AAAAAAAAALA/2zw6fDde5uI/s1600/IMGP1882.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y49r8yl6yyI/TcS3i0Q6WQI/AAAAAAAAALA/2zw6fDde5uI/s320/IMGP1882.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603805645128751362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Vou fazer uma descrição sobre uma rapariga que talvez pensam que já conhecem mas o que parece nem sempre é. Normalmente bem disposta, um pouco impulsiva, talvez por isso a considerem agressiva, mas é uma rapariga preocupada e atenciosa. Quer dizer quando não esta com a cabeça na lua, o que é frequente. Não se consegue concentrar mas basta saber lidar com ela que se revela-se uma uma pessoa que poucos conhecem. Fisicamente tem uma estatura baixa, cabelo castanho e uns olhos bonitos verdes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Fátima Francisco por Paula =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941266841382320431-378338379294826986?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/378338379294826986/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=378338379294826986' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/378338379294826986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/378338379294826986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2011/05/eu-por-paula.html' title='Eu por Paula'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y49r8yl6yyI/TcS3i0Q6WQI/AAAAAAAAALA/2zw6fDde5uI/s72-c/IMGP1882.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-3071889889524998798</id><published>2011-05-06T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T19:58:59.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T'shirt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1-9qhglsfA4/TcS1bCuyvsI/AAAAAAAAAK4/NVaeq_iEqew/s1600/Smilebox_11730629.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1-9qhglsfA4/TcS1bCuyvsI/AAAAAAAAAK4/NVaeq_iEqew/s320/Smilebox_11730629.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603803312549969602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"EU SEM MIM NÃO EXISTO"&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/3941266841382320431-3071889889524998798?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/3071889889524998798/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=3071889889524998798' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/3071889889524998798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/3071889889524998798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2011/05/tshirt.html' title='T&apos;shirt'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1-9qhglsfA4/TcS1bCuyvsI/AAAAAAAAAK4/NVaeq_iEqew/s72-c/Smilebox_11730629.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-4723551112630917786</id><published>2011-05-05T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T14:20:07.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>♥ Tempo ♥ (1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZIkRr5bvUZs/TcMURZ6WRyI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ALWRWs0nXgM/s1600/P12-04-11_16-05.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 183px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZIkRr5bvUZs/TcMURZ6WRyI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ALWRWs0nXgM/s320/P12-04-11_16-05.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603344650624976674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Amor já partilhamos uma vida juntos à muitos anos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu sei todas as cores das tuas 50 camisas, sei todos os pormenores do teu rosto, aquela tua cicatriz por baixo do queixo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lembro-me do inicio do nosso namoro :$ tu tinhas, (tens), um poder no meu corpo incrível, as minhas pernas começavam a tremer, o coração a bater tão depressa &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;♥ ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não sei porque mas sempre que te via era automático...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E tu sempre com aquele sorriso maravilhoso e aquele olhar. Esse teu olhar deixava-me derretida. Esse olhar dizia-me que EU ERA TUA, e mais nenhuma rapariga interessava.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ai que saudades desses tempos, onde tudo era perfeito. Lembras-te de fantasiarmos com a nossa casa nas montanhas, perto de um rio? Eu sonhava tantas vezes com isso, (nunca te contei isto de sonhar com a casa, pois acho que tinha um certo medo que me achasses sonhadora lunática... Tu sempre foste o rapaz dos meus sonhos :$ ...) Nessa altura éramos quando ainda um casal de namorados felizes, tivemos as nossas zangas, (quem não as tem, que diga já), mas conseguimos sempre superar tudo. Para ser sincera não conseguia estar longe de ti, era me tão difícil, até houve uma altura que deixei de tentar, (sim porque eu tentei).  Lembras-te de eu te ter dito que se calhar era melhor não me teres conhecido? Pois foi nessa altura. ( Parvoíces, pois é, mas o que queres que faça, foi numa altura tão difícil que me fez dizer coisas muito parvas). Mas pronto seguindo em frente nesta história que é a nossa vida... (a mulher estava cansada e no meio da sua história de amor adormeceu)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Continuação&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Fatocas xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&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/3941266841382320431-4723551112630917786?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/4723551112630917786/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=4723551112630917786' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/4723551112630917786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/4723551112630917786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2011/05/tempo-1.html' title='♥ Tempo ♥ (1)'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZIkRr5bvUZs/TcMURZ6WRyI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ALWRWs0nXgM/s72-c/P12-04-11_16-05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-7597789618474684836</id><published>2011-05-05T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T06:29:40.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Destino</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o1BxMrNF5l0/TcKl-trld-I/AAAAAAAAAKY/lffeSz1f-3A/s1600/209614_208441075850983_100000552769640_743757_2032160_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o1BxMrNF5l0/TcKl-trld-I/AAAAAAAAAKY/lffeSz1f-3A/s320/209614_208441075850983_100000552769640_743757_2032160_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603223383235196898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Destino não é uma questão de sorte, mas uma questão de escolha; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; line-height: 18px; font-size: x-large; "&gt; é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; uma coisa que se espera, mas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; que se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; busca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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/3941266841382320431-7597789618474684836?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/7597789618474684836/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=7597789618474684836' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/7597789618474684836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/7597789618474684836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2011/05/destino-nao-e-uma-questao-de-sorte-mas.html' title='Destino'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o1BxMrNF5l0/TcKl-trld-I/AAAAAAAAAKY/lffeSz1f-3A/s72-c/209614_208441075850983_100000552769640_743757_2032160_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-1470154482195652585</id><published>2011-05-04T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T16:41:58.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fufurinha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hTTQE1N9ezo/TcGjKJAKViI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Tx5f0R2kmnU/s1600/2011-04-16%2B17-34-46.648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hTTQE1N9ezo/TcGjKJAKViI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Tx5f0R2kmnU/s320/2011-04-16%2B17-34-46.648.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602938806036223522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Tem acontecido muitas coisas na minha vida...&lt;br /&gt;Umas boas outras más...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas sem duvida aqueles momentos BONS que passo contigo são dos melhores...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Tens estado presente na minha vida &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;font-family:Arial,Tahoma,Helvetica,FreeSans,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;font-family:'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Tens conseguido por um sorriso na minha cara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Tens te tornado importante (muito mesmo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;font-family:Georgia,serif;" &gt;Obrigada por tudo MARIA RITA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;font-family:Arial,Tahoma,Helvetica,FreeSans,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;font-family:'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Fatocas xD&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/3941266841382320431-1470154482195652585?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/1470154482195652585/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=1470154482195652585' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/1470154482195652585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/1470154482195652585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2011/05/coisas.html' title='Fufurinha'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hTTQE1N9ezo/TcGjKJAKViI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Tx5f0R2kmnU/s72-c/2011-04-16%2B17-34-46.648.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-3025362663172099232</id><published>2011-03-31T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T16:42:31.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desamparada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bEVZ5sqhox8/TZUK7nUEhEI/AAAAAAAAAJY/UXFeyT_8INI/s1600/Foto-0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bEVZ5sqhox8/TZUK7nUEhEI/AAAAAAAAAJY/UXFeyT_8INI/s320/Foto-0006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590386531732063298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;font-family:'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="line-height: 16px; white-space: pre;font-family:'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;font-size:11px;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Desamparada, sem ti é assim que me sinto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;font-family:'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="line-height: 16px; white-space: pre;font-family:'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;font-family:'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="line-height: 16px; white-space: pre;font-family:'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Sem ti estou perdida, mas o que posso fazer??? Correr atrás de ti e chamar-te??? Já tentei mas tu não me ouves ='(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;font-family:'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="line-height: 16px; white-space: pre;font-family:'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;font-family:'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="line-height: 16px; white-space: pre;font-family:'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;O que posso fazer??? Queres sinais de luzes??? Não me consegues me ver na mesma... Tens alguém, contra quem não consigo combater, é mais poderoso do que eu. Uma simples rapariga de 1,50m, não consegue combater contra alguém que te está tão próximo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;font-family:'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="line-height: 16px; white-space: pre;font-family:'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;font-family:'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="line-height: 16px; white-space: pre;font-family:'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Diz-me o que posso fazer? Diz-me que não me vais abandonar. Diz-me se ainda sou importante para ti? Diz-me pois eu preciso de saber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;font-family:'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="line-height: 16px; white-space: pre;font-family:'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;font-family:'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="line-height: 16px; white-space: pre;font-family:'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Sem ti é tão difícil. Sem ti não vou conseguir sobreviver. Sem ti o meu mundo mudou ='(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;font-family:'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 16px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;font-family:'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: right; line-height: 16px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;font-family:'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Fatocas xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941266841382320431-3025362663172099232?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/3025362663172099232/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=3025362663172099232' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/3025362663172099232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/3025362663172099232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2011/03/desamparada.html' title='Desamparada'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bEVZ5sqhox8/TZUK7nUEhEI/AAAAAAAAAJY/UXFeyT_8INI/s72-c/Foto-0006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-2132685449660486115</id><published>2011-03-07T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T11:48:26.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 maneiras de deixar uma garota feliz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SBg4bei_IZs/TXU2gpU33XI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ZNyDeA9kgTk/s1600/tumblr_l9vxryE4mz1qc8523o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SBg4bei_IZs/TXU2gpU33XI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ZNyDeA9kgTk/s320/tumblr_l9vxryE4mz1qc8523o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581427247672712562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(110, 113, 115); font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20 maneiras de deixar uma garota feliz.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-left: 15px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 4px; border-left-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); "&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Diga que ela é linda, não apenas gostosa ou legal.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Segure sua mão a qualquer momento, mesmo que apenas por um segundo.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Abrace-a e beije sua testa.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Acorde-a com uma mensagem de voz.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Quando ela estiver chateada ou aborrecida, abrace-a bem forte e não a deixe ir embora.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mande SMS mesmo que seja só para dizer “oi”.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brinque com o seu cabelo.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vá buscá-la em qualquer lugar.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Faça ela sorrir.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Deixe-a adormecer em seus braços.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brinque de lutinha com ela e deixe ela ganhar.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Se você se preocupa com ela, diga isso à ela.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trate-a perto dos seus amigos como você faz quando estão sozinhos.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Olhe nos olhos dela e sorria.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beije-a na chuva.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beije cada pedaço dela.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Se está ouvindo uma música, deixe ela ouvir também.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lembre do aniversário dela e a leve para algum lugar só de vocês.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ligue para ela sempre, mesmo que não tenha nada a dizer… Garotas têm a necessidade de ouvir a voz de alguém especial.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;E por último… Se você ama ela, diga para ela o quanto a ama.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://myinfinitewithyou.tumblr.com/post/1257372239" style="color: rgb(110, 113, 115); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;myinfinitewithyou&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941266841382320431-2132685449660486115?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/2132685449660486115/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=2132685449660486115' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/2132685449660486115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/2132685449660486115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2011/03/20-maneiras-de-deixar-uma-garota-feliz.html' title='20 maneiras de deixar uma garota feliz'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SBg4bei_IZs/TXU2gpU33XI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ZNyDeA9kgTk/s72-c/tumblr_l9vxryE4mz1qc8523o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-7081439598363904058</id><published>2011-01-22T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T06:29:08.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lugar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8BKuoYilFJk/TTtMtHQrqCI/AAAAAAAAAIk/feU-DCRQSG0/s1600/DSCN4941.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8BKuoYilFJk/TTtMtHQrqCI/AAAAAAAAAIk/feU-DCRQSG0/s320/DSCN4941.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565126102473222178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Lembraste daquele lugar? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Já não te deves lembrar, foi a tantos anos...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Foi naquele lugar que te vi pela primeira vez. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Foi naquele lugar que tu me deste a mão, para me defender daqueles rapazes que se estavam a meter comigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Foi naquele lugar que tu me Beijas-te...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Foi naquele lugar que disseste ao mundo inteiro o que sentias por mim... Fiquei tão emocionada. Uma lágrima desceu pela minha cara, eu estava tão feliz. Saber que não tinhas vergonha de me amar e de dizer a todas as pessoas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Foi naquele lugar que passeamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Foi naquele lugar que Fomos tão felizes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;E agora esse lugar está vazio, já não me dás a mão, já não me dizes que me amas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;É naquele lugar que vou todos os dias, à espera de te voltar a encontrar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;É naquele lugar, que choro e choro... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Foi naquele lugar que eu te perdi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;E é naquele lugar que eu vou.me juntar a ti de novo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;MEU AMOR lembraste daquele lugar? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Já não te deves lembrar foi a tanto tempo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fatocas xD&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941266841382320431-7081439598363904058?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/7081439598363904058/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=7081439598363904058' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/7081439598363904058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/7081439598363904058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2011/01/lugar.html' title='Lugar'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8BKuoYilFJk/TTtMtHQrqCI/AAAAAAAAAIk/feU-DCRQSG0/s72-c/DSCN4941.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-4863761063505933933</id><published>2010-06-01T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T16:54:23.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tay e Con (1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8BKuoYilFJk/TAWdpGerQMI/AAAAAAAAAGY/DmEK62xo-vw/s1600/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8BKuoYilFJk/TAWdpGerQMI/AAAAAAAAAGY/DmEK62xo-vw/s320/23.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477957851205550274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8BKuoYilFJk/TAWda_2U4uI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/WWLJmWhy0Bg/s1600/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Porque eu pensava que este amor era eterno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Eu pensava que isto nunca ia acabar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Eu contigo sentia-me a mais bela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Eu e tu éramos imperfeitos, mas juntos…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Agora tudo acabou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Este amor não é eterno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Tu não soubeste lutar por mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Com lágrimas a cair pela face Tay acaba de escrever o poema. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;                Tay é uma rapariga normal, baixa, meio magra meio gorda, com uns lindos olhos verdes, è a irmã mais nova de uma família de 5 pessoas, uma família simples e unida. Assim que a mãe a viu a chorar percebeu que tinha acontecido algo de errado, e só podia ter a ver com o Con.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;             &lt;i&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt; Lola aproximou-se dela, Tay notando a presença da mãe contou-lhe o que lhe tinha acontecido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;                –&lt;/i&gt; Mãe o Con acabou comigo, disse que já estava farto de confusões, disse que já estava farto de me ver agarrada aos meus amigos. Mãe tu sabes como sou, tu sabes que eu nunca o trairia, mãe tu sabes que eu agarro-me por me agarrar – &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Quando pronunciou as ultimas palavras chorou a ainda mais. As lágrimas eram verdadeiras, eram lágrimas de alguém que tinha perdido o seu verdadeiro amor. Mas não era só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; – Mãe mas isto ainda não acabou as minhas amigas, quer dizer aquelas que eu achava minhas amigas, estão do lado dele… – &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Fez uma pausa respirou fundo e continuou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; ­ – Por um lado compreendo, mas elas podiam estar do lado dele e não se portarem daquela forma comigo, podiam não se meter no assunto. Só à uma que é a mesma comigo, que não mudou. Oh Mãe só me acontece a mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;              &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; Lola abraçou Tay, e ela sentiu-se segura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Continua…&lt;/span&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/3941266841382320431-4863761063505933933?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/4863761063505933933/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=4863761063505933933' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/4863761063505933933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/4863761063505933933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2010/06/tay-e-con-1.html' title='Tay e Con (1)'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8BKuoYilFJk/TAWdpGerQMI/AAAAAAAAAGY/DmEK62xo-vw/s72-c/23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-5399527029724961400</id><published>2010-03-18T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T15:57:23.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Estupidez</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;Os meus olhos choram e choram, sinto Lágrimas a cair pela minha face. Eu quero que parem de cair, mas não consigo controlar o meu corpo. - "PAREM!!! PAREM!!!"- Gritei e gritei mas nada, já estou farta. Choro, choro e não sei porque, ou melhor acho que não sei, mas no fundo, no fundo sei. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;A culpa é dele. Foi ele que me fez isto. Foi ele que me fez chorar. Parece que me lançou um feitiço, algo que não consigo controlar. E eu tenho grande pancada (defeito) que é a de controlar tudo o que me rodeia, pronto nem tudo,  uma das coisas que aprendi é que não consigo controlar os meus amigos, (aprendi isso da maneira mais difícil). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;E estar a chorar, e não conseguir controlar está a dar comigo em doida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;Estúpido gajo Mais Lindo Do Mundo; mandou-me um "feitiço", &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;otário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;... Como é que ele tem dois lados? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;O lado Mau, Rude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;, que me deixa louca; (tenho uma grande pancada por ninos maus). E também tem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;o lado Doce, Verdadeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;, que me deixar assim a chorar quem nem uma Maria Madalena. - "Sim eu sei que sou maluca, por estar tudo ao contrário, devia de chorar pelo seu lado mau e não pelo lado bom. Eu vou dar em doida, não paro de chorar que nervos." - A culpa é dele, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;estúpido, anormal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt; - "HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!" - tudo isto por ele ter vindo ter comigo e ter dito tudo o que eu queria ouvir. Eu fiquei muito feliz mesmo, mas ele teve que me beijar, (já agora beija muito bem), e depois para piorar dizer ao meu ouvido, com uma voz doce. --" És minha para sempre"-- Desatei a chorar, de felicidade, de tristeza, de paixão... Nunca ninguém me tinha tratado dessa maneira, e ele sabe disso. Ao verme chorar riu-se, pois ele sabe que a culpa é dele, Sabe que nunca ninguém me tratou assim, Sabe que tenho uma enorme paixão por ele. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;O otário, anormal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt; continua a rir-se, (mas não é um riso de gozo, mas sim um riso Verdadeiro, único).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;Estou a chorar há mais de meia hora... já me virei para ele não me ver mas não resulta. Só ele me pode fazer parar de chorar, mas ele sabe que eu tenho uma vida difícil, ele sabe que eu tenho de chorar, para poder libertar as más energias. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;Ao fim de uma hora e meia abraçou-me e voltou-me a beijar. Ele fez aquele seu olhar de mau, (aquele que me deixa caidinha), e voltei a sorrir, e aos poucos deixei de chorar. Aquele &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;otário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt; depois de me ver sorrir foi-se embora. -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;"Estúpido, Otário, Anormal"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;Ele tem uma maneira esquisita de começar o namoro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8BKuoYilFJk/S6KvfhmuE4I/AAAAAAAAAGA/lXS2QodzbZs/s1600-h/hhjfghf.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 318px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8BKuoYilFJk/S6KvfhmuE4I/AAAAAAAAAGA/lXS2QodzbZs/s320/hhjfghf.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450111455203300226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941266841382320431-5399527029724961400?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/5399527029724961400/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=5399527029724961400' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/5399527029724961400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/5399527029724961400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2010/03/estupidez.html' title='Estupidez'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8BKuoYilFJk/S6KvfhmuE4I/AAAAAAAAAGA/lXS2QodzbZs/s72-c/hhjfghf.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-5775874572827737360</id><published>2010-03-03T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T14:29:46.852-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carta de Despedida (Ela)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8BKuoYilFJk/S47cSf3gOdI/AAAAAAAAAF4/wVK9ZYB-oEQ/s1600-h/Razorblade_Heart_by_scattereddreams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8BKuoYilFJk/S47cSf3gOdI/AAAAAAAAAF4/wVK9ZYB-oEQ/s400/Razorblade_Heart_by_scattereddreams.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444531209887562194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Querido, desde já peço Desculpa, mas o que irás saber a seguir não será do teu agrado. Espero que não fiques muito chateado comigo, não quero que fiques magoado, nem muito menos triste. Quero que saibas que te amo, e que me custa muito isto... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Tu és o homem da minha vida. És o único que consegues só com uma palavra fazer.me rir e também chorar... É incrível como estes 10 anos, (quase 11), passaram depressa, queria ter te durante mais tempo, queria beijar.te de novo, queria mais 10 anos, ( quase 11), ao teu lado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Neste momento deves estar a perguntar.te "Mas que raio de conversa...  Deve de estar maluca" com esse teu ar de intrigado e ao mesmo tempo ar de gozo... Não é?? Eu sei que sim. Vá vou deixar.me de parvoices e vamos voltar a carta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Eu... Nós... Não podemos ficar juntos, (não estou  a brincar, não te rias), vou.me embora, e não podes vir comigo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Aconteceu uma coisa, uma coisa importante e muito grave, (não te vou dizer o que se passou, pois nunca entenderias, e se te contasse não me deixavas ir), é um caso de vida ou de morte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;(Por favor não chores sabes que não gosto de te ver a chorar. Tens uns olhos verdes tão bonitos... Vá amor sorri... por mim pode ser? obrigada)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Amor eu sei que estas a achar isto tudo muito confuso, mas se eu não fizer nada pode vir acontecer coisas muito terríveis...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;AMOR NUNCA TE ESQUEÇAS QUE TE AMO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;P.S-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt; Ainda não consegui parar de chorar... Escrever esta carta foi.me muito difícil, não me quero separar de ti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Já agora já gastei 3 caixas de lenços... Daqui a pouco tempo afogo.me com as minhas lágrimas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;A minha vida sem ti não será a mesma. Mais uma vez &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;DESCULPA..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Ela é um bocado fria nesta carta, pois queria que Ele não ficasse muito triste... E foi a única maneira que arranjou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941266841382320431-5775874572827737360?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/5775874572827737360/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=5775874572827737360' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/5775874572827737360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/5775874572827737360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2010/03/carta-de-despedida-ela.html' title='Carta de Despedida (Ela)'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8BKuoYilFJk/S47cSf3gOdI/AAAAAAAAAF4/wVK9ZYB-oEQ/s72-c/Razorblade_Heart_by_scattereddreams.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-3689846207007307420</id><published>2010-02-05T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T08:06:51.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ele e Ela</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BKuoYilFJk/S2xBegWn6UI/AAAAAAAAAFA/WJ_Z0PIZV_k/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 315px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BKuoYilFJk/S2xBegWn6UI/AAAAAAAAAFA/WJ_Z0PIZV_k/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434790842666051906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Eles amavam-se profundamente, Ele vivia na casa dos avós, pois não tinha possibilidades financeiras para poder murar sozinho. Ela ninguém sabia ao certo onde morava, nem mesmo Ele o sabia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Ela e Ele falavam a toda a hora, eles tinham que apagar a caixa de entrada duas vezes por dia, ficavam tristes pois aquelas mensagens eram sempre maravilhosas... Eles namoravam a 10 anos faziam 11 no dia seguinte, então Ele lembrou-se que Ela nessa noite ia chegar tarde do trabalho então mandou-lhe a seguinte mensagem - " Esta noite quando vieres ter comigo, surpreende-me, mas não faças muito baralho não te esqueças que eles estão a dormir, e com aquele sono leve ui =) beijos ate logo". Quando Ela saiu do trabalho foi ter com ele. Entrou  na casa dos avós, e foi em direcção ao quarto, Ele já dormia, então ela aproximou-se da cama e disse-lhe baixinho perto do seu ouvido - "Preciso de ti meu Amor. Adeus" de seguida deu-lhe um beijo na cara e saiu. Mas deixou-lhe uma carta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Uma carta de Despedida. Uma carta cheia de amor e tristeza. Ela ia-se embora. Eles não podiam continuar a viver aquele maravilhoso amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Fatocas xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BKuoYilFJk/S2xBe38KCrI/AAAAAAAAAFI/1g1TlzawxFM/s1600-h/RI009000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BKuoYilFJk/S2xBe38KCrI/AAAAAAAAAFI/1g1TlzawxFM/s400/RI009000.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434790848997493426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941266841382320431-3689846207007307420?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BKuoYilFJk/S2xBegWn6UI/AAAAAAAAAFA/WJ_Z0PIZV_k/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-5006093451638252120</id><published>2010-02-05T05:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T06:17:57.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farta/Quero</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8BKuoYilFJk/S2wodxAoxTI/AAAAAAAAAE4/IlfDgh_mpSU/s1600-h/1328568710.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8BKuoYilFJk/S2wodxAoxTI/AAAAAAAAAE4/IlfDgh_mpSU/s400/1328568710.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434763342166672690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Estou farta de rir só para enganar a tristeza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Estou farta de enganar a morte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Estou farta de sorrir, para fazer as pessoas felizes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Estou farta da Falsidade das pessoas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Estou farta do egoísmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Estou farta que me façam de parva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Estou farta da palavra não...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Quero poder chorar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Quero poder morrer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Quero acabar com as pessoas falsas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Acabar com elas uma por uma, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;O mundo está demasiado poluído.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;O mundo está demasiado cheio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Cheio de M....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Quero poder ser feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Estou farta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Fatocas xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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title='Farta/Quero'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8BKuoYilFJk/S2wodxAoxTI/AAAAAAAAAE4/IlfDgh_mpSU/s72-c/1328568710.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-4787113738225399653</id><published>2010-02-02T13:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T13:21:10.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Estrelas-do-mar a cair do céu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8BKuoYilFJk/S2iXBn4iLqI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Qhkv98nuYhA/s1600-h/penhasco.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8BKuoYilFJk/S2iXBn4iLqI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Qhkv98nuYhA/s400/penhasco.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433759004564270754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:35.4pt;line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Não sei como, mas por incrível que pareça aconteceu-me uma coisa bastante estranha, lembro-me de entrar no meu quarto e ir em direcção a cama e…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:35.4pt;line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Não me lembro de mais nada.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:35.4pt;line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Não sei como vim aqui parar. Quando abri os olhos já não estava no meu quarto, estava num lugar diferente, bastante longe de casa. Eu estava em cima de um penhasco, mas aquele lugar tinhas umas cores diferentes, uns animais estranhos, completamente diferentes de tudo o que já tinha visto. Comecei a andar tinha que sair dali, tinha que ir para casa, a minha irmã mais nova não podia acordar sem eu estar em casa. – “Se ela acordar e vir que esta sozinha vai pensar que eu a abandonei como os nossos pais fizeram a 2 anos atrás. Tenho que sair daqui a Drill &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(irmã mais nova)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; precisa de mim.” Pensei para comigo tentando desesperadamente não chorar. Já não chorava há 2 anos para Drill ver como forte eu era. A Drill desde que os nossos pais nos abandonaram, tem olhado para mim como um exemplo, portanto não podia chorar. Mas naquele momento vendo-me num mundo estranho sem conseguir sair daquele penhasco, desatei a chorar. Chorei pelos dois anos que passaram, chorei por não estar ao lado de Drill, chorei por estar num mundo incrivelmente estranho, chorei por causa do estúpido emprego que tinha, chorei por ter que sair da escola por não ter dinheiro, chorei durante 3 horas até que me acalmei, quando olhei para o céu e vi estrelas-do-mar a caírem. - “Olhar para uma estrela cadente a passar numa noite estrelada, é completamente diferente, sem significado. Mas olhar para as estrelas-do-mar é magnífico, elas dançam enquanto descem e cantam a mais bela melodia, que alguma vez tinha visto e ouvido.” As estrelas vieram para perto de mim, vieram consolar-me, estavam a secar as minhas lágrimas, fizeram-me rir, fizeram esquecer as minhas tristezas. Quando viram que já estava bem voltaram para o céu da mesma maneira que desceram. Era tão lindo ver aquele magnífico espectáculo. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:35.4pt;line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Adormeci.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:35.4pt;line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Quando acordei reparei que Drill estava sentada ao lado da minha cama, encostada a mim, olhei para a sua cara e estava a dormir. Ela tinha um lenço com o desenho super engraçado era uma estrela-do-mar a sorrir. Tinha sido ela a enxugar as minhas lágrimas, tinha cuidado de mim. “E eu a pensar que durante este tempo todo tinha sido eu a cuidar dela, afinal tinha sido ela a cuidar de mim.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:35.4pt;line-height: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;  "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;text-indent:35.4pt; line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;FIM&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fatocas xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/3941266841382320431-4787113738225399653?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/4787113738225399653/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=4787113738225399653' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/4787113738225399653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/4787113738225399653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2010/02/estrelas-do-mar-cair-do-ceu.html' title='Estrelas-do-mar a cair do céu'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8BKuoYilFJk/S2iXBn4iLqI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Qhkv98nuYhA/s72-c/penhasco.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-2076310102220008667</id><published>2010-01-13T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T06:05:32.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Como??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BKuoYilFJk/S03Sx7kFCDI/AAAAAAAAAEo/7ie37aEB51Y/s1600-h/30cnigy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BKuoYilFJk/S03Sx7kFCDI/AAAAAAAAAEo/7ie37aEB51Y/s400/30cnigy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426224881295755314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;Como é que ele me convenceu?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Como é que eu fiquei assim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Como é que ele conseguiu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Porque é que ele me deixa completamente derretida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Será por causa do seu olhar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Ou daquele maravilhoso sorriso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Ou então das suas palavras doces?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Se calhar foi tudo isto e mais alguma coisa… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Se calhar é por ser tão bonito, e tão encantador…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Ele é importante, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;é especial,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;é uma pessoa que eu não quero esquecer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;é uma pessoa que eu não quero perder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Ele é único…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/3941266841382320431-2076310102220008667?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/2076310102220008667/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=2076310102220008667' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/2076310102220008667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/2076310102220008667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2010/01/como-e-que-ele-me-convenceu-como-e-que.html' title='Como??'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BKuoYilFJk/S03Sx7kFCDI/AAAAAAAAAEo/7ie37aEB51Y/s72-c/30cnigy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-3795228498108372230</id><published>2009-11-03T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T06:20:55.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desafio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8BKuoYilFJk/SvA8QPKbaKI/AAAAAAAAAEY/37hbjYPKDDI/s1600-h/Selo__7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8BKuoYilFJk/SvA8QPKbaKI/AAAAAAAAAEY/37hbjYPKDDI/s400/Selo__7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399882202863069346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Regras:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Exibir o selo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Indicar o nome e o link do blog de quem recebi:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://mermaidann3.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://mermaidann3.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Indicar outros 5 blogues:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;os que quiserem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Dizer qual o sentido que melhor me descreve:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Visão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Para cada sentido, responder às perguntas:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Audição:&lt;/em&gt; Qual o som que gostas mais de ouvir?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;a voz dele&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;Visão:&lt;/em&gt; Qual a tua imagem favorita?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;a cara dele&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tacto:&lt;/em&gt; O que mais gostas de sentir na pele?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;a pele dele&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paladar:&lt;/em&gt; Qual o teu sabor preferido?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;chocolate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;Olfacto:&lt;/em&gt; Qual o cheiro que te faz bem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;o cheiro dele&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941266841382320431-3795228498108372230?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/3795228498108372230/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=3795228498108372230' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/3795228498108372230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/3795228498108372230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2009/11/desafio.html' title='Desafio'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8BKuoYilFJk/SvA8QPKbaKI/AAAAAAAAAEY/37hbjYPKDDI/s72-c/Selo__7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-3150441199261835269</id><published>2009-08-09T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T14:10:36.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poço</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8BKuoYilFJk/Sn87PzhlqrI/AAAAAAAAAC4/eRxXIY27Nls/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368074423564085938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 321px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8BKuoYilFJk/Sn87PzhlqrI/AAAAAAAAAC4/eRxXIY27Nls/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Esta semana sinto que cai no fundo do Poço,&lt;br /&gt;Mas não é um poço qualquer, é o poço de semtimentos.&lt;br /&gt;Eu cai, e não consigo voltar a subir, ja parti todas as unhas a tentar.&lt;br /&gt;Acho que ca em baixo não se esta muito mal.&lt;br /&gt;Mas a umas pessoas la em cima que querem que eu volte para elas,&lt;br /&gt;tento gritar mas nao consigo, a voz nao sai da garganta.&lt;br /&gt;quero ir para ao pe delas, mas nao consigo, (ca em baixo sinto triste quero ir ter com elas mas tenho medo. Medo de voltar a cair, pelo menos aqui não volto a cair.).&lt;br /&gt;Eles gritam o meu nome vezes sem conta,&lt;br /&gt;eu quero tanto dizer que estou bem que não parti nada, ( apesar de ver coisas vermelhas a minha volta),&lt;br /&gt;Um deles mandou uma corda ca para baixo, mas não consigo alcança-la ta muito longe, ( e ser pequena não ajuda muito nestes casos xD), mas vou tentar chegar a corda tenho que conseguir sair deste buraco fundo no meio do chão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;Fatita&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/3941266841382320431-3150441199261835269?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/3150441199261835269/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=3150441199261835269' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/3150441199261835269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/3150441199261835269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2009/08/poco.html' title='Poço'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8BKuoYilFJk/Sn87PzhlqrI/AAAAAAAAAC4/eRxXIY27Nls/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-6116373113790791199</id><published>2009-06-06T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T15:20:40.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ver</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BKuoYilFJk/SirrgGgvL7I/AAAAAAAAAB8/SQcF0DnwG_c/s1600-h/1215035381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344342844564778930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BKuoYilFJk/SirrgGgvL7I/AAAAAAAAAB8/SQcF0DnwG_c/s320/1215035381.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;Não gosto de O ver assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Neste debate reparei que,&lt;br /&gt;ao meu lado direito na quinta cadeira,&lt;br /&gt;reparei num rapaz.&lt;br /&gt;Um rapaz conhecido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ele não costuma estar assim.&lt;br /&gt;Ele costuma ter um sorriso na cara,&lt;br /&gt;uma expressão alegre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas no entanto ele hoje&lt;br /&gt;está diferente, preocupado, nervoso&lt;br /&gt;Ele tem um olhar triste...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que se passara com ele?&lt;br /&gt;Tenho vontade de lhe perguntar,&lt;br /&gt;mas muita&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;falta de coragem&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Não gosto nada de o ver assim...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gostava de lhe pôr um sorriso na cara,&lt;br /&gt;mas a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;falta de coragem&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;não me deixa fazer nada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941266841382320431-6116373113790791199?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/6116373113790791199/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=6116373113790791199' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/6116373113790791199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/6116373113790791199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2009/06/ver.html' title='Ver'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BKuoYilFJk/SirrgGgvL7I/AAAAAAAAAB8/SQcF0DnwG_c/s72-c/1215035381.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-5728214382484676454</id><published>2009-06-06T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T15:42:31.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonecos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BKuoYilFJk/SirwzFILUMI/AAAAAAAAACE/ndIlqt0-ezs/s1600-h/3b392af0af6d6709f644abb54e3c2cf4_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344348668168982722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BKuoYilFJk/SirwzFILUMI/AAAAAAAAACE/ndIlqt0-ezs/s320/3b392af0af6d6709f644abb54e3c2cf4_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Não quero mais ser um boneco nas tuas maos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quero ser livre...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quero parar de chorar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Já estou um pouco farta de sofrer, por um gajo que se vai embora e nunca mais vai voltar, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(mesmo que ele diga que volta, eu sei que lá no fundo ja não vai ser a mesma coisa).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Tenho que mudar, tenho que deixar de ser um boneco que tu usas num dia e depois deitas fora no outro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Eu sei que a &lt;em&gt;culpa não é tua&lt;/em&gt;, tu não podes fazer nada, eu sei que lá no fundo tu não queres ir embora, tu queres ficar cá com os teus amigos, mas por motivos maiores tens que ir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Mas magoa-me não te puder&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ver, beijar, tocar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;... não puder&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;estar perto de ti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Amo-te Muito...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&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/3941266841382320431-5728214382484676454?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/5728214382484676454/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=5728214382484676454' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/5728214382484676454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/5728214382484676454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='Bonecos'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BKuoYilFJk/SirwzFILUMI/AAAAAAAAACE/ndIlqt0-ezs/s72-c/3b392af0af6d6709f644abb54e3c2cf4_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-8618321898949378920</id><published>2009-03-06T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T15:22:50.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Lado Do Teu Coração</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8BKuoYilFJk/SbHFUUSRwvI/AAAAAAAAAB0/KNOWBHbuxQE/s1600-h/sombra1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310242388479951602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8BKuoYilFJk/SbHFUUSRwvI/AAAAAAAAAB0/KNOWBHbuxQE/s200/sombra1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Nesta tarde chuvosa de Março&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Aconteceu me uma coisa diferente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Isto nunca me tinha acontecido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;É uma sensação nova...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;uma coisa estranha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Não consigo explicar muito bem o que senti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;mas ao ver te partir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Fiquei triste, fiquei pensativa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Parece que levas te toda a minha felecidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Parece que levas te uma parte de mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Gostava de perceber o porquê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Nesta noite fui passear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Estava escuro, não se via quase nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;De repente, uma luz acendeu-se...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Olhei para ver quem vinha lá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;E reparei que eras tu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;O ladrão da minha felecidade, da minha alegria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ao ver te ali, fui a correr para os teus braços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;O local onde queria estar,sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Do lado do teu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Agarrada aos teus braços...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Pois é nesses momentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Que esqueço os meus problemas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;E me entrego a ti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Fatocas xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941266841382320431-8618321898949378920?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/8618321898949378920/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=8618321898949378920' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/8618321898949378920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/8618321898949378920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2009/03/do-lado-do-teu-coracao.html' title='Do Lado Do Teu Coração'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8BKuoYilFJk/SbHFUUSRwvI/AAAAAAAAAB0/KNOWBHbuxQE/s72-c/sombra1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-2073916788569758919</id><published>2008-10-15T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T01:17:40.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gostava de ser...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BKuoYilFJk/SPWm0GEMqDI/AAAAAAAAABU/OdH0hhhForM/s1600-h/sininho_bale.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257291553936549938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BKuoYilFJk/SPWm0GEMqDI/AAAAAAAAABU/OdH0hhhForM/s200/sininho_bale.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Gostava de ser uma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;personagem animada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;daqueles filmes que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;a historia tem sempre um final feliz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Participar naquelas historias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;lindas e românticas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;que todas, ou quase todas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;as pessoas gostam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Gostava de ser uma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;fada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;como no filme o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Peter Pan, ou então&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;ser um prato do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;filme Bela e o Monstro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Gostava de ser uma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;personagem animada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;que no final da historia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;tivesse a frase escrita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E VIVERAM FELIZES PARA SEMPRE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The End...&lt;/em&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/3941266841382320431-2073916788569758919?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/2073916788569758919/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=2073916788569758919' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/2073916788569758919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/2073916788569758919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2008/10/gostava-de-ser.html' title='Gostava de ser...'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8BKuoYilFJk/SPWm0GEMqDI/AAAAAAAAABU/OdH0hhhForM/s72-c/sininho_bale.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-5297874349493742941</id><published>2008-10-15T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T01:07:16.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amigos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8BKuoYilFJk/SPWknsjvNSI/AAAAAAAAABE/-fYtsaFx120/s1600-h/amigos_de_verdade-437.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257289141907830050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8BKuoYilFJk/SPWknsjvNSI/AAAAAAAAABE/-fYtsaFx120/s200/amigos_de_verdade-437.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A certas alturas que preciso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;de amigos, mais do que outras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E Neste dia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A esta hora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nesta aula...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Preciso de um verdadeiro amigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Preciso de um abraço sincero...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;A certos dias que...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;quando estou com amigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;quero estar sozinha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mas hoje, não é um &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;desses dias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;EU HOJE PRECISO DE UM AMIGO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Fátima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;14-10-08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;17h-30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;na aula de filosofia&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/3941266841382320431-5297874349493742941?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/5297874349493742941/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=5297874349493742941' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/5297874349493742941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/5297874349493742941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2008/10/amigos.html' title='Amigos...'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8BKuoYilFJk/SPWknsjvNSI/AAAAAAAAABE/-fYtsaFx120/s72-c/amigos_de_verdade-437.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-884017645145286553</id><published>2008-10-07T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T00:57:54.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Erros...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Toda a gente comete erros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Tu, eu, a minha colega do lado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Toda a gente os comete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Uns erros mais graves que outros,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Ninguem e perfeito!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Alguns erros são mais faceis de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;remendar que outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Há erros que é so passar a borracha por cima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;e ja ta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;ninguem se preocupa mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Mas há erros que a borracha nao resulta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Precisa de uma "mao de obra"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Precisa de ser remendados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Por mais dificil que seja...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;De uma maneira ou outra os erros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;podem acabar por maguar alguem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;E alguns erros acabam mesmo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;com uma amizade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&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/3941266841382320431-884017645145286553?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/884017645145286553/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=884017645145286553' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/884017645145286553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/884017645145286553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2008/10/erros.html' title='Erros...'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-8822040027144003445</id><published>2008-10-02T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T14:19:28.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TALVEZ MAIS TARDE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Talvez Mais Tarde…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Uma frase muito difícil de se ouvir&lt;br /&gt;Pelo menos para mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Talvez mais tarde…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Quando pedes alguma coisa, um chocolate ou a atenção dos teus pais e eles te dizem…&lt;br /&gt;“Agora não…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Talvez mais tarde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;…” não é tão irritante?!&lt;br /&gt;Ou então queres ter uma conversa séria e importante com alguém, e essa pessoa está demasiado ocupada com o telemóvel ou outra cena qualquer, e te responde “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Talvez mais tarde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;”.&lt;br /&gt;Não da vontade de gritar e dizer:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;“Não mais tarde não, AGORA!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Muitas vezes o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;TALVEZ MAIS TARDE é NUNCAAAA…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941266841382320431-8822040027144003445?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/8822040027144003445/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=8822040027144003445' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/8822040027144003445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/8822040027144003445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2008/10/talvez-mais-tarde.html' title='TALVEZ MAIS TARDE...'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-4420094108858573712</id><published>2008-05-25T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T01:59:44.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>poemas lindos 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="VI"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;VI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Pensar em Deus é desobedecer a Deus,&lt;br /&gt;Porque Deus quis que o não conhecêssemos,&lt;br /&gt;Por isso se nos não mostrou... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Sejamos simples e calmos,&lt;br /&gt;Como os regatos e as árvores,&lt;br /&gt;E Deus amar-nos-á fazendo de nós&lt;br /&gt;Belos como as árvores e os regatos,&lt;br /&gt;E dar-nos-á verdor na sua primavera,&lt;br /&gt;E um rio aonde ir ter quando acabemos!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Alberto Caeiro&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/3941266841382320431-4420094108858573712?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/4420094108858573712/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=4420094108858573712' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/4420094108858573712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/4420094108858573712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2008/05/poemas-lindos-3.html' title='poemas lindos 2'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-4891806241888850933</id><published>2008-05-25T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T09:28:02.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>poemas lindos 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Olhos do meu Amor! Infantes loiros&lt;br /&gt;Que trazem os meus presos, endoidados!&lt;br /&gt;Neles deixei, um dia, os meus tesoiros:&lt;br /&gt;Meus anéis, minhas rendas, meus brocados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neles ficaram meus palácios moiros,&lt;br /&gt;Meus carros de combate, destroçados,&lt;br /&gt;Os meus diamantes, todos os meus oiros&lt;br /&gt;Que trouxe d'Além-Mundos ignorados!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhos do meu Amor! Fontes... cisternas...&lt;br /&gt;Enigmáticas campas medievais...&lt;br /&gt;Jardins de Espanha... catedrais eternas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berço vindo do Céu à minha porta...&lt;br /&gt;Ó meu leito de núpcias irreais!...&lt;br /&gt;Meu sumptuoso túmulo de morta!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;     &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Florbela Espanca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941266841382320431-4891806241888850933?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/4891806241888850933/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=4891806241888850933' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/4891806241888850933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/4891806241888850933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2008/05/poemas-lindos-1.html' title='poemas lindos 1'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-5738857021992771789</id><published>2008-05-06T16:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T16:46:39.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PANCADAS DE UMA AULA DE BIOLOGIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Falaste comigo comigo porque tu es uma pulguinha carraceira que so sabe comer carne cheia de mofo com bafio de velho com naftalina branca e com coco e xixi do jacare bernardo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Resumindo isto foi uma grande trampa ranhosa cheia de ranho ranhosa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Vendo isto que nos temos grandes pilas cheias de ar solido e agua vheia vazia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FIM &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;BY: Fatima e paula. numa aula xata de biologia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;podem nao axar mt piada mas nos na altura tavamos a apanhar uma seca e comecamos a brincar... XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&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/3941266841382320431-5738857021992771789?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/5738857021992771789/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=5738857021992771789' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/5738857021992771789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/5738857021992771789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2008/05/pancadas-de-uma-aula-de-biologiar.html' title='PANCADAS DE UMA AULA DE BIOLOGIA'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-5367778704695242613</id><published>2008-05-06T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T16:31:24.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Inteligência...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"A inteligêcia é a capacidade para compreender o mundo" e "a forma como gerimos o nosso mundo interior e social" , ou seja é o modo como pensamos e agimos perante nós proprios e os outros, ou seja, a inteligência e a capacidade de podermos ultrapassar obstaculos, com que nos deparamos, e com os problemas que colocamos a nós proprios, é também a forma como nos intregamos no meio que nos encontramos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Na realidade definir a inteligência não é nada facil, é um dos conceitos mais discutidos em psicologia. Um dos temas mais tratados é a origem da inteligência e algo inato ou adquirido?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Bem, acho que a inteligência e algo inato, que nasce com o ser humano mas ao longo de tempo vai se desenvolvendo, conforme a experiência de vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Resumindo o ser Humano é a espécie com mais capacidades de inteligência pois não nasce "programado" como a maior parte dos animais. O ser Humano nasceu para aprender. Essa capacidade de aprendizagem permite que o ser Humano desenvolva a sua inteligência e com ele ultrapassar os obstaculos da sua vida...&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/3941266841382320431-5367778704695242613?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/5367778704695242613/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=5367778704695242613' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/5367778704695242613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/5367778704695242613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2008/05/inteligncia.html' title='A Inteligência...'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-1373123112010937436</id><published>2008-04-10T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T12:24:39.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A um amigo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Obrigado pelos concelhos, a nossa historias nao sao mts parecidas mas tem um ponto em comun o telemovel....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;OBRIAGADO por tudo.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;BJX &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941266841382320431-1373123112010937436?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/1373123112010937436/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=1373123112010937436' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/1373123112010937436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/1373123112010937436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2008/04/um-amigo.html' title='A um amigo...'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3941266841382320431.post-1713394179899460036</id><published>2008-04-01T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T13:58:44.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;O que é o amor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Como e sabemos se gostamos realmente de outra pessoa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Porque e que eu tou assim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Como posso saber as respostas destas perguntas, a minha cabeça esta muito confusa....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Será que o "Niga" gosta de mim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Será que ele me diz a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;VERDADE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Será mesmo?????????????????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Como????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Como e k ele pode gostar de mim, nos so nos conhece mos a muito pouco tempo, e so falamos por sms, ele nao sabe nada sobre mim nem eu sobre ele. Que raiva, tou a ficar confusa.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;A verdade eu gostava de estar contigo, mas..... por outro lado nao...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Porque eu tenho medo de me arrepender, e depois nao poder voltar a traz....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Quem me dera poder estas perguntas cara a cara mas...... tenho medo, da resposta e do que possa ouvir....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Tenho medo de estar a goatar mesmo de ti e que quando oiça a verdade me possa vir a maguar.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Tambem tenho um grande problema tu nao moras perto de mim, e assim nao posso fazer estas perguntas....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3941266841382320431-1713394179899460036?l=grandesmelgas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/feeds/1713394179899460036/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3941266841382320431&amp;postID=1713394179899460036' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/1713394179899460036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3941266841382320431/posts/default/1713394179899460036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandesmelgas.blogspot.com/2008/04/amor.html' title='Amor.........'/><author><name>Fatocas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803806213050339511</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/-tcuvhlcwqUo/TyB_Nt-Ov4I/AAAAAAAAASU/Ye6Gx1cgwQY/s220/04112011117.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
