<?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-3693741759562086015</id><updated>2011-07-29T03:27:37.384+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Entre o que vejo...</title><subtitle type='html'>... e não vejo, fico com o que sinto.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreoquevejo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693741759562086015/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreoquevejo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lacrima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318160507421857429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693741759562086015.post-6680585039290190518</id><published>2009-06-30T12:44:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T12:52:33.235+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/Skn8bXSGRgI/AAAAAAAAAH0/B5kr3BowgkY/s1600-h/felicidade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353087179143136770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/Skn8bXSGRgI/AAAAAAAAAH0/B5kr3BowgkY/s320/felicidade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feliz...&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;Muito feliz!!!!&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;Obrigada meu amor ***&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;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693741759562086015-6680585039290190518?l=entreoquevejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreoquevejo.blogspot.com/feeds/6680585039290190518/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693741759562086015&amp;postID=6680585039290190518' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693741759562086015/posts/default/6680585039290190518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693741759562086015/posts/default/6680585039290190518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreoquevejo.blogspot.com/2009/06/feliz.html' title='Feliz'/><author><name>Lacrima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318160507421857429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/Skn8bXSGRgI/AAAAAAAAAH0/B5kr3BowgkY/s72-c/felicidade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693741759562086015.post-819269556982666452</id><published>2009-05-25T20:07:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T20:28:10.469+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ainda te lembras?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/ShrxIz13t7I/AAAAAAAAAHs/BhUpKE3fKYk/s1600-h/nostalgia%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339845441858549682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/ShrxIz13t7I/AAAAAAAAAHs/BhUpKE3fKYk/s320/nostalgia%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/Shrw8q_eBqI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6Tf9aprTyi0/s1600-h/BA0YCA5SLF0ACA0G9H9PCAZJG9XTCA9SEO1FCAS5CCLICAXC6UPOCA8FLXG0CALVG1E4CAYH9V63CAN83GICCA5LY6JHCAM5TUQICAC3HX8BCAN1GHADCAYIERHJCAL24NVFCA4RL0GXCAD5WE1R.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Não te preocupes, tomarei conta do teu coração, não deixarei nada vazio, e preencherei todos os espaços que me são destinados."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ainda te lembras? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não foi assim há tanto tempo... No entanto depois de tudo só queria que esse tempo voltasse... Só queria ser a tua princesa outra vez... Ser a mulher mais bonita do mundo (para ti claro!) como um dia fui... Ser a menina dos teus olhos... Sabes aquela sensação de quando olhas para alguém e sentes todo o amor dessa pessoa num simples olhar? Sim... Quero esse olhar outra vez... Pode ser? Diz-me... Pode ser tudo como dantes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu continuo a ser a mesma e a sentir o mesmo... Continuo a dizer: "Voa comigo para sempre!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AMO-TE (sabes não sabes?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Onde estiveres, eu estou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Onde tu fores, eu vou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se tu quiseres assim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meu corpo é o teu mundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E um beijo um segundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;És parte de mim &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para onde olhares, eu corro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se me faltares, eu morro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando vieres, distante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soltam-se amarras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E tocam guitarras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por ti, como dantes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agarra-me esta noite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sente o tempo que eu perdi &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agarra-me esta noite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que amanhã não estou aqui"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pedro Abrunhosa&lt;/em&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/3693741759562086015-819269556982666452?l=entreoquevejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreoquevejo.blogspot.com/feeds/819269556982666452/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693741759562086015&amp;postID=819269556982666452' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693741759562086015/posts/default/819269556982666452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693741759562086015/posts/default/819269556982666452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreoquevejo.blogspot.com/2009/05/ainda-te-lembras.html' title='Ainda te lembras?'/><author><name>Lacrima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318160507421857429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/ShrxIz13t7I/AAAAAAAAAHs/BhUpKE3fKYk/s72-c/nostalgia%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693741759562086015.post-7522007935045595528</id><published>2008-11-30T13:10:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-11-30T13:29:31.708Z</updated><title type='text'>Leva-me contigo</title><content type='html'>"Deixa-me voar quero sair daqui&lt;br /&gt;Quero estar no teu lugar queria-te ter só a ti&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;Em ti estou segura daqui não vou sair&lt;br /&gt;Nem que atravesse o muro com o risco de cair&lt;br /&gt;Não me largues mais eu não te quero perder&lt;br /&gt;Tens de voltar ao cais que eu sem ti não sei viver&lt;br /&gt;Já senti a plenitude não importa o que tinha feito&lt;br /&gt;Eras a minha virtude nunca foste o meu defeito&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;Leva-me contigo na palma da tua mão&lt;br /&gt;Que eu já não consigo pisar mais este chão&lt;br /&gt;Leva-me para longe que eu não consigo andar&lt;br /&gt;Quero estar contigo teu mundo é meu lugar&lt;br /&gt;Acabaram-se as palavras que saíam de ti&lt;br /&gt;Estivesses onde estavas eu sentia-te em mim&lt;br /&gt;Abraça-me uma vez e outra a seguir...&lt;br /&gt;... Já te estou a sentir"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Duarte Rosado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/STKUi_VpAkI/AAAAAAAAAHY/-qFnQHD-Qrk/s1600-h/don%C2%B4t+let+me+go.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/STKUi_VpAkI/AAAAAAAAAHY/-qFnQHD-Qrk/s320/don%C2%B4t+let+me+go.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274441442442936898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me deixes ir...&lt;br /&gt;Não me deixes fugir de ti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim!!! Sou feliz contigo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693741759562086015-7522007935045595528?l=entreoquevejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreoquevejo.blogspot.com/feeds/7522007935045595528/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693741759562086015&amp;postID=7522007935045595528' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693741759562086015/posts/default/7522007935045595528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693741759562086015/posts/default/7522007935045595528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreoquevejo.blogspot.com/2008/11/leva-me-contigo.html' title='Leva-me contigo'/><author><name>Lacrima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318160507421857429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/STKUi_VpAkI/AAAAAAAAAHY/-qFnQHD-Qrk/s72-c/don%C2%B4t+let+me+go.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693741759562086015.post-3476598088828343524</id><published>2008-11-23T13:10:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-11-23T13:32:22.669Z</updated><title type='text'>Desejo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/SSla1RRoNHI/AAAAAAAAAHI/kUlOccnd9Ow/s1600-h/abra%C3%A7o+o+desejo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/SSla1RRoNHI/AAAAAAAAAHI/kUlOccnd9Ow/s320/abra%C3%A7o+o+desejo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271844710030783602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O maior engano do espírito é acreditarmos nas coisas porque queremos que elas aconteçam, e não porque tenhamos visto que elas existem de facto."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jacques Bossuet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="15" width="70%"&gt;   &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Abraço o desejo... ardente daquilo que tive, daquilo que já não tenho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ouvi-te a sussurrar: "Amo-te!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beija-me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;... agora sei que é real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693741759562086015-3476598088828343524?l=entreoquevejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreoquevejo.blogspot.com/feeds/3476598088828343524/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693741759562086015&amp;postID=3476598088828343524' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693741759562086015/posts/default/3476598088828343524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693741759562086015/posts/default/3476598088828343524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreoquevejo.blogspot.com/2008/11/desejo.html' title='Desejo'/><author><name>Lacrima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318160507421857429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/SSla1RRoNHI/AAAAAAAAAHI/kUlOccnd9Ow/s72-c/abra%C3%A7o+o+desejo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693741759562086015.post-5550129940683396691</id><published>2008-11-19T21:54:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-19T21:56:55.682Z</updated><title type='text'>Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/SSSLmlgL-sI/AAAAAAAAAG4/N1jySk9vw2A/s1600-h/amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/SSSLmlgL-sI/AAAAAAAAAG4/N1jySk9vw2A/s320/amor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270490958948727490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quem diz que amar custa é porque não sabe amar!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Franklin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amar-te, meu amor, nada me custa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMO-TE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693741759562086015-5550129940683396691?l=entreoquevejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreoquevejo.blogspot.com/feeds/5550129940683396691/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693741759562086015&amp;postID=5550129940683396691' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693741759562086015/posts/default/5550129940683396691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693741759562086015/posts/default/5550129940683396691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreoquevejo.blogspot.com/2008/11/amor.html' title='Amor'/><author><name>Lacrima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318160507421857429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/SSSLmlgL-sI/AAAAAAAAAG4/N1jySk9vw2A/s72-c/amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693741759562086015.post-8475944682410404168</id><published>2008-11-18T11:01:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-11-19T21:57:49.173Z</updated><title type='text'>Key from my Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/SSKjJZAZqOI/AAAAAAAAAGw/G4yi_2kA-J4/s1600-h/key+from+my+heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/SSKjJZAZqOI/AAAAAAAAAGw/G4yi_2kA-J4/s320/key+from+my+heart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269953895703619810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Toma&lt;br /&gt;pega&lt;br /&gt;é a chave do meu coração&lt;br /&gt;estou-te a dar&lt;br /&gt;segura firme  &lt;p&gt;abre com cuidado&lt;br /&gt;tira a poeira&lt;br /&gt;deixa o sol entrar&lt;br /&gt;coloca as tuas coisas por aí&lt;br /&gt;não repares na desarrumação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;não te preocupes muito com a ordem&lt;br /&gt;entende que há muito espaço vazio&lt;br /&gt;resultante de um tempo também vazio&lt;/p&gt;  não te preocupes&lt;br /&gt;apenas&lt;br /&gt;ocupa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Horizonte Geométrico)&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/3693741759562086015-8475944682410404168?l=entreoquevejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreoquevejo.blogspot.com/feeds/8475944682410404168/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693741759562086015&amp;postID=8475944682410404168' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693741759562086015/posts/default/8475944682410404168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693741759562086015/posts/default/8475944682410404168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreoquevejo.blogspot.com/2008/11/key-from-my-heart.html' title='Key from my Heart'/><author><name>Lacrima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318160507421857429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/SSKjJZAZqOI/AAAAAAAAAGw/G4yi_2kA-J4/s72-c/key+from+my+heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693741759562086015.post-8803890864037175483</id><published>2008-09-25T11:40:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T11:53:02.956+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Depois das Férias...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/SNts0Kq2CPI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/9i7gmvko9so/s1600-h/MLmJ64764438-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/SNts0Kq2CPI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/9i7gmvko9so/s320/MLmJ64764438-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249909434103498994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui vai um cheirinho das minhas férias onde conheci sítios maravilhosos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/SNtseZkZjCI/AAAAAAAAAEw/foPhf_XvMJ8/s1600-h/JDWgpT373562-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/SNtseZkZjCI/AAAAAAAAAEw/foPhf_XvMJ8/s320/JDWgpT373562-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249909060145876002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praia do Malhão (Vila Nova de Milfontes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/SNtse_gugAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/h7Uv_MbHL_8/s1600-h/meG9bX558958-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/SNtse_gugAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/h7Uv_MbHL_8/s320/meG9bX558958-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249909070331019266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/SNtse9Q2UmI/AAAAAAAAAFA/KOM-ulpStjE/s1600-h/z71E3q650870-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/SNtse9Q2UmI/AAAAAAAAAFA/KOM-ulpStjE/s320/z71E3q650870-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249909069727552098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Badoca Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/SNtse3isXqI/AAAAAAAAAFI/uGwoMF9hRJ4/s1600-h/FSSnx.352375-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/SNtse3isXqI/AAAAAAAAAFI/uGwoMF9hRJ4/s320/FSSnx.352375-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249909068191784610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Armação de Pêra (Algarve)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora volto ao mesmo.... Procurar emprego... Mas eu sei que algo grande me espera... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693741759562086015-8803890864037175483?l=entreoquevejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreoquevejo.blogspot.com/feeds/8803890864037175483/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693741759562086015&amp;postID=8803890864037175483' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693741759562086015/posts/default/8803890864037175483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693741759562086015/posts/default/8803890864037175483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreoquevejo.blogspot.com/2008/09/depois-das-frias.html' title='Depois das Férias...'/><author><name>Lacrima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318160507421857429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/SNts0Kq2CPI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/9i7gmvko9so/s72-c/MLmJ64764438-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693741759562086015.post-27438107524362239</id><published>2008-08-09T00:34:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T00:44:18.597+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Férias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/SJzaTNEajKI/AAAAAAAAAEI/xQ6rZIIhbz4/s1600-h/ferias77.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/SJzaTNEajKI/AAAAAAAAAEI/xQ6rZIIhbz4/s320/ferias77.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232296890558221474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daquelas a sério!!!  (com sol, mar, areia...)        =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693741759562086015-27438107524362239?l=entreoquevejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreoquevejo.blogspot.com/feeds/27438107524362239/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693741759562086015&amp;postID=27438107524362239' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693741759562086015/posts/default/27438107524362239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693741759562086015/posts/default/27438107524362239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreoquevejo.blogspot.com/2008/08/frias.html' title='Férias'/><author><name>Lacrima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318160507421857429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/SJzaTNEajKI/AAAAAAAAAEI/xQ6rZIIhbz4/s72-c/ferias77.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693741759562086015.post-6854077210340034957</id><published>2008-07-30T15:06:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T15:23:15.600+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Obrigada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/SJB41MQOK1I/AAAAAAAAAD4/kYGVhQ1JW9E/s1600-h/C%C3%B3pia+de+XVrrOY387336-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/SJB41MQOK1I/AAAAAAAAAD4/kYGVhQ1JW9E/s320/C%C3%B3pia+de+XVrrOY387336-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228812022594808658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Obrigada também a ti Neuza, por teres deixado uma marquinha no meu coração, por seres essa espécie de "chocolate com pimenta", doce e rebelde ao mesmo tempo... Obrigada à Diana, foste um grande apoio e uma grande amiga ao longo destes três anos... Sejam felizes meninas... Sempre!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Recomeça....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Se puderes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sem angústia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;E sem pressa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;E os passos que deres,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Nesse caminho duro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Do futuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Dá-os em liberdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Enquanto não alcances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Não descanses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;De nenhum fruto queiras só metade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;E, nunca saciado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Vai colhendo ilusões sucessivas no pomar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sempre a sonhar e vendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;O logro da aventura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;És homem, não te esqueças!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Só é tua a loucura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Onde, com lucidez, te reconheças..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Miguel Torga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693741759562086015-6854077210340034957?l=entreoquevejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreoquevejo.blogspot.com/feeds/6854077210340034957/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693741759562086015&amp;postID=6854077210340034957' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693741759562086015/posts/default/6854077210340034957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693741759562086015/posts/default/6854077210340034957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreoquevejo.blogspot.com/2008/07/obrigada.html' title='Obrigada'/><author><name>Lacrima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318160507421857429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/SJB41MQOK1I/AAAAAAAAAD4/kYGVhQ1JW9E/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+de+XVrrOY387336-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693741759562086015.post-8700834949290540051</id><published>2008-07-05T12:23:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T12:25:39.168+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Escondida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/SG9aHZDMkjI/AAAAAAAAADw/33mkEoOg3Ww/s1600-h/escondida+entre+os+sonhos+coloridos...+impossiveis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219489576175571506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/SG9aHZDMkjI/AAAAAAAAADw/33mkEoOg3Ww/s320/escondida+entre+os+sonhos+coloridos...+impossiveis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entre os sonhos coloridos...&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;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;... Impossíveis....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693741759562086015-8700834949290540051?l=entreoquevejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreoquevejo.blogspot.com/feeds/8700834949290540051/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693741759562086015&amp;postID=8700834949290540051' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693741759562086015/posts/default/8700834949290540051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693741759562086015/posts/default/8700834949290540051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreoquevejo.blogspot.com/2008/07/escondida.html' title='Escondida'/><author><name>Lacrima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318160507421857429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/SG9aHZDMkjI/AAAAAAAAADw/33mkEoOg3Ww/s72-c/escondida+entre+os+sonhos+coloridos...+impossiveis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693741759562086015.post-4797820344450628922</id><published>2008-06-21T11:33:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T11:45:44.505+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chegou o Verão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/SFzbQkEZwYI/AAAAAAAAADo/_lbv8n80LRw/s1600-h/amor-de-verao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214283546194723202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/SFzbQkEZwYI/AAAAAAAAADo/_lbv8n80LRw/s320/amor-de-verao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Se te comparo a um dia de verão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;És por certo mais belo e mais ameno&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O vento espalha as folhas pelo chão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E o tempo do verão é bem pequeno.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ás vezes brilha o Sol em demasia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outras vezes desmaia com frieza;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que é belo declina num só dia,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na terna mutação da natureza.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas em ti o verão será eterno,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E a beleza que tens não perderás;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nem chegarás da morte ao triste inverno:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nestas linhas com o tempo crescerás.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E enquanto nesta terra houver um ser,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meus versos vivos te farão viver."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693741759562086015-4797820344450628922?l=entreoquevejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreoquevejo.blogspot.com/feeds/4797820344450628922/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693741759562086015&amp;postID=4797820344450628922' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693741759562086015/posts/default/4797820344450628922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693741759562086015/posts/default/4797820344450628922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreoquevejo.blogspot.com/2008/06/chegou-o-vero.html' title='Chegou o Verão'/><author><name>Lacrima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318160507421857429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/SFzbQkEZwYI/AAAAAAAAADo/_lbv8n80LRw/s72-c/amor-de-verao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693741759562086015.post-613589695579426843</id><published>2008-06-19T13:48:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T14:37:37.633+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um último olhar sobre Coimbra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/SFpfeBWWkpI/AAAAAAAAADg/qJkoJanDNho/s1600-h/coimbra01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213584487997674130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/SFpfeBWWkpI/AAAAAAAAADg/qJkoJanDNho/s320/coimbra01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pois é... Parece que já terminei o curso... Agora a nostalgia e a saudade que começa a apertar no peito. Foi realmente um último olhar sobre Coimbra enquanto estudante! Coimbra... A cidade que nunca gostei mas que aprendi a adorar, aquela que ouviu os nossos risos e promessas e que agora fica com as nossas lágrimas e recordacões para sempre... Coimbra... Saudades...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Coimbra é uma lição&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;De sonho e tradição&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;O lente é uma canção&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;E a lua a faculdade&lt;br /&gt;O livro é uma mulher&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Só passa quem souber&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E aprende-se a dizer&lt;br /&gt;Saudade."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;(José Galhardo)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693741759562086015-613589695579426843?l=entreoquevejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreoquevejo.blogspot.com/feeds/613589695579426843/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693741759562086015&amp;postID=613589695579426843' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693741759562086015/posts/default/613589695579426843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693741759562086015/posts/default/613589695579426843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreoquevejo.blogspot.com/2008/06/um-ltimo-olhar-sobre-coimbra.html' title='Um último olhar sobre Coimbra'/><author><name>Lacrima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318160507421857429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/SFpfeBWWkpI/AAAAAAAAADg/qJkoJanDNho/s72-c/coimbra01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693741759562086015.post-4835637895903059556</id><published>2008-06-17T12:36:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T12:53:52.870+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Para ti (amor)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/SFelucNQZxI/AAAAAAAAADY/RTyNqQUdUA8/s1600-h/DSC02110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212817310968997650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/SFelucNQZxI/AAAAAAAAADY/RTyNqQUdUA8/s320/DSC02110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"O medo de amar é o medo de ser livre."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vamos ser livres amor? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vamos amar e voar....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Voa comigo para sempre!)&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/3693741759562086015-4835637895903059556?l=entreoquevejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreoquevejo.blogspot.com/feeds/4835637895903059556/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693741759562086015&amp;postID=4835637895903059556' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693741759562086015/posts/default/4835637895903059556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693741759562086015/posts/default/4835637895903059556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreoquevejo.blogspot.com/2008/06/para-ti-amor.html' title='Para ti (amor)'/><author><name>Lacrima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318160507421857429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/SFelucNQZxI/AAAAAAAAADY/RTyNqQUdUA8/s72-c/DSC02110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693741759562086015.post-5129966072291759553</id><published>2008-06-04T13:30:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T13:40:36.999+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/SEaNLYuteXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/1mKnXSLxA1w/s1600-h/aconchega-me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208005245857003890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/SEaNLYuteXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/1mKnXSLxA1w/s320/aconchega-me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All of these lines across my face&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tell you the story of who I am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So many stories of where I've been&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And how I got to where I am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But these stories don't mean anything&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you've got no one to tell them to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's true... I was made for you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I climbed across the mountain tops&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Swam all across the ocean blue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But baby I broke them all for you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because even when I was flat broke&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You made me feel like a million bucks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah you do and I was made for you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You see the smile that's on my mouth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is hiding the words that don't come out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They don't know my head is a mess&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No, they don't know who I really am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And they don't know what I've been through like you do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I was made for you...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All of these lines across my face&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tell you the story of who I am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So many stories of where I've been&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And how I got to where I am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But these stories don't mean anything&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you've got no one to tell them to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's true... I was made for you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brandi Carlile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693741759562086015-5129966072291759553?l=entreoquevejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreoquevejo.blogspot.com/feeds/5129966072291759553/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693741759562086015&amp;postID=5129966072291759553' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693741759562086015/posts/default/5129966072291759553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693741759562086015/posts/default/5129966072291759553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreoquevejo.blogspot.com/2008/06/story.html' title='The Story'/><author><name>Lacrima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318160507421857429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/SEaNLYuteXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/1mKnXSLxA1w/s72-c/aconchega-me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693741759562086015.post-3363595156830120284</id><published>2008-05-14T18:51:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T18:55:36.566+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I stay or should I go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/SCsnQ1c4-WI/AAAAAAAAADI/DrbK_iDMom0/s1600-h/should+i+stay+or+should+i+go.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200293364909013346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/SCsnQ1c4-WI/AAAAAAAAADI/DrbK_iDMom0/s320/should+i+stay+or+should+i+go.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Darling you´ve got to let me know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Should I stay or should I go?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you say that you are mine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll be here 'til the end of time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So you got to let know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Should I stay or should I go?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Clash&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693741759562086015-3363595156830120284?l=entreoquevejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreoquevejo.blogspot.com/feeds/3363595156830120284/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693741759562086015&amp;postID=3363595156830120284' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693741759562086015/posts/default/3363595156830120284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693741759562086015/posts/default/3363595156830120284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreoquevejo.blogspot.com/2008/05/should-i-stay-or-should-i-go.html' title='Should I stay or should I go?'/><author><name>Lacrima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318160507421857429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/SCsnQ1c4-WI/AAAAAAAAADI/DrbK_iDMom0/s72-c/should+i+stay+or+should+i+go.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693741759562086015.post-8120121792279262135</id><published>2008-05-05T20:58:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T21:16:26.830+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Serenata...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/SB9qpZxucNI/AAAAAAAAADA/BXkouu6mUiI/s1600-h/Serenata_Monumental-Coimbra-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/SB9qpZxucNI/AAAAAAAAADA/BXkouu6mUiI/s320/Serenata_Monumental-Coimbra-thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196989754535473362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sentes que um tempo acabou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Primavera de flor adormecida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Qualquer coisa que não volta que voou,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que foi um rio, um ar, na tua vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E levas em ti guardado&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O choro de uma balada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Recordações do passado&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O bater da velha cabra.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Capa negra de saudade&lt;br /&gt;No momento da partida&lt;br /&gt;Segredos desta cidade&lt;br /&gt;Levo comigo p’rá vida.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sabes que o desenho do adeus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É fogo que nos queima devagar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E no lento cerrar dos olhos teus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fica a esperança de um dia aqui voltar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E levas em ti guardado&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O choro de uma balada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recordações do passado&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O bater da velha cabra.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Capa negra de saudade&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No momento da partida&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segredos desta cidade&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levo comigo p’rá vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Balada da Despedida do 5º Ano Jurídico 88/89&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;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vou ter muitas saudades disto... Das amigas... da cidade (Coimbra)... da vida de estudante...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Às amigas que levarei no coração só quero dizer: Até Sempre Amigas!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adoro-vos ***&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;a href="http://toadacoimbra.blogspot.com/2007/11/balada-da-despedida-do-5-ano-jurdico.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693741759562086015-8120121792279262135?l=entreoquevejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreoquevejo.blogspot.com/feeds/8120121792279262135/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693741759562086015&amp;postID=8120121792279262135' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693741759562086015/posts/default/8120121792279262135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693741759562086015/posts/default/8120121792279262135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreoquevejo.blogspot.com/2008/05/serenata.html' title='Serenata...'/><author><name>Lacrima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318160507421857429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/SB9qpZxucNI/AAAAAAAAADA/BXkouu6mUiI/s72-c/Serenata_Monumental-Coimbra-thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693741759562086015.post-3353631339080466574</id><published>2008-04-19T20:24:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T20:30:12.766+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E agora?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/SApIHyyTTMI/AAAAAAAAACw/WbCEgbmirRM/s1600-h/e+agora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191040819226954946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/SApIHyyTTMI/AAAAAAAAACw/WbCEgbmirRM/s320/e+agora.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É assim que me sinto... Ocupada e sem tempo para nada... Este mês (na recta final do curso) está a dar cabo de mim... Tou mesmo farta disto...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:S&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/3693741759562086015-3353631339080466574?l=entreoquevejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreoquevejo.blogspot.com/feeds/3353631339080466574/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693741759562086015&amp;postID=3353631339080466574' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693741759562086015/posts/default/3353631339080466574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693741759562086015/posts/default/3353631339080466574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreoquevejo.blogspot.com/2008/04/e-agora.html' title='E agora?'/><author><name>Lacrima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318160507421857429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/SApIHyyTTMI/AAAAAAAAACw/WbCEgbmirRM/s72-c/e+agora.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693741759562086015.post-2128087597576293925</id><published>2008-04-15T21:03:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T21:09:34.254+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/SAULY2SItTI/AAAAAAAAACo/43HgxypX-T8/s1600-h/chorar1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189566667130713394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/SAULY2SItTI/AAAAAAAAACo/43HgxypX-T8/s320/chorar1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Find Me Here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Speak To Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to feel you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need to hear you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are the light&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's leading me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To the place where I find peace again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are the strength, that keeps me walking.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are the hope, that keeps me trusting.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are the light to my soul.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are my purpose...you're everything.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You calm the storms, and you give me rest.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You hold me in your hands, you won't let me fall.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You steal my heart, and you take my breath away.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you take me in? Take me deeper now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And how can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause you're all I want, You're all I need&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're everything, everything&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're all I want your all I need&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're everything, everything.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're all I want you're all I need.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're everything, everything&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're all I want you're all I need, you're everything, everything.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you tell me how could it be any better than this? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lifehouse&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693741759562086015-2128087597576293925?l=entreoquevejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreoquevejo.blogspot.com/feeds/2128087597576293925/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693741759562086015&amp;postID=2128087597576293925' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693741759562086015/posts/default/2128087597576293925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693741759562086015/posts/default/2128087597576293925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreoquevejo.blogspot.com/2008/04/everything.html' title='Everything'/><author><name>Lacrima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318160507421857429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/SAULY2SItTI/AAAAAAAAACo/43HgxypX-T8/s72-c/chorar1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693741759562086015.post-4691772024909302959</id><published>2008-04-12T21:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T21:05:15.501+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ilusão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/SAEVtWSItSI/AAAAAAAAACg/uvbkVc4SyiI/s1600-h/ideia+de+que+tudo+o+que+ir%C3%A1+mudar+%C3%A9+ilus%C3%A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188452114527466786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/SAEVtWSItSI/AAAAAAAAACg/uvbkVc4SyiI/s320/ideia+de+que+tudo+o+que+ir%C3%A1+mudar+%C3%A9+ilus%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje sei que a ideia de que tudo irá mudar é ilusão...&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/3693741759562086015-4691772024909302959?l=entreoquevejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreoquevejo.blogspot.com/feeds/4691772024909302959/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693741759562086015&amp;postID=4691772024909302959' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693741759562086015/posts/default/4691772024909302959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693741759562086015/posts/default/4691772024909302959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreoquevejo.blogspot.com/2008/04/iluso.html' title='Ilusão'/><author><name>Lacrima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318160507421857429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/SAEVtWSItSI/AAAAAAAAACg/uvbkVc4SyiI/s72-c/ideia+de+que+tudo+o+que+ir%C3%A1+mudar+%C3%A9+ilus%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693741759562086015.post-1772382426110684568</id><published>2008-04-07T20:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T20:48:29.914+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Auto Retrato</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/R_p6Vn53I2I/AAAAAAAAACY/2Zqp0kW9AeE/s1600-h/auto+retrato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186592432778060642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/R_p6Vn53I2I/AAAAAAAAACY/2Zqp0kW9AeE/s320/auto+retrato.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Sou tímida? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sou audaciosa? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Será que tudo isso chego a ser? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ou eu sou apenas eu &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tentando, nem mesmo eu ser."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Regina Souza Vieira&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693741759562086015-1772382426110684568?l=entreoquevejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreoquevejo.blogspot.com/feeds/1772382426110684568/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693741759562086015&amp;postID=1772382426110684568' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693741759562086015/posts/default/1772382426110684568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693741759562086015/posts/default/1772382426110684568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreoquevejo.blogspot.com/2008/04/auto-retrato.html' title='Auto Retrato'/><author><name>Lacrima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318160507421857429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/R_p6Vn53I2I/AAAAAAAAACY/2Zqp0kW9AeE/s72-c/auto+retrato.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693741759562086015.post-5042967442973400654</id><published>2008-03-29T17:01:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-03-29T17:13:21.007Z</updated><title type='text'>Em busca de ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/R-525X53I1I/AAAAAAAAACQ/OpG5bbRCrq8/s1600-h/em+busca+de+ti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183210949191344978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/R-525X53I1I/AAAAAAAAACQ/OpG5bbRCrq8/s320/em+busca+de+ti.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Busco o teu olhar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Só mais uma vez!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peço-te que não me deixes e &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Busco o teu olhar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Já não me amas... (?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ainda te lembras como é amar?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu lembro-me...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero encontrar-te...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Continuo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em busca de ti...&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/3693741759562086015-5042967442973400654?l=entreoquevejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreoquevejo.blogspot.com/feeds/5042967442973400654/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693741759562086015&amp;postID=5042967442973400654' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693741759562086015/posts/default/5042967442973400654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693741759562086015/posts/default/5042967442973400654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreoquevejo.blogspot.com/2008/03/em-busca-de-ti.html' title='Em busca de ti'/><author><name>Lacrima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318160507421857429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/R-525X53I1I/AAAAAAAAACQ/OpG5bbRCrq8/s72-c/em+busca+de+ti.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693741759562086015.post-74713984397920280</id><published>2008-03-27T16:59:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-03-27T18:27:59.648Z</updated><title type='text'>Lifehouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/R-vWe353I0I/AAAAAAAAACI/Um0f3nGR0Q4/s1600-h/lifehouse_whoweare_2-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182471622110946114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/R-vWe353I0I/AAAAAAAAACI/Um0f3nGR0Q4/s320/lifehouse_whoweare_2-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje decidi mostrar-vos uma banda que tive o prazer de conhecer (não pessoalmente, mas musicalmente!) há uns tempinhos... Fiquei de imediato apaixonada pela música deles... Uma das razões é o sentido das músicas: cada um pode interpretar à sua maneira!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu só sei que adoro as músicas deles (até as coloquei aqui para vocês poderem conhecer ou simplesmente ouvir!)...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E para quem não os conhece, aqui está um bocadinho da sua história... Espero que gostem! =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lifehouse é uma banda americana alternativa. Atingiram o público em 2000 com o hit de sucesso Hanging by a Moment, do seu álbum de estreia No Name Face.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A banda lançou o o primeiro álbum em 1999, chamado Diff's Lucky Day, porém com o nome Blyss. Por motivos de direitos autorais mudaram seu nome e desde então a banda começou a chamar-se Lifehouse. Nessa mudança Jon foi substituído por Rick e mais tarde seu irmão também faria parte da banda.&lt;br /&gt;Lançaram então o seu primeiro álbum oficial a 31 de outubro de 2000, intitulado No Name Face, que fez sucesso imediato com as canções Hanging By A Moment e Everything. A 17 de setembro de 2002, com contrato com a Universal e a DreamWorks lançaram Stanley Climbfall, que também teve sucesso imediato, ficando durante semanas no topo da Billboard.&lt;br /&gt;Após três anos Sergio e Sean deixaram a banda por motivos pessoais e por diferenças musicais e Bryce ocupou-se do lugar do Sergio. A 22 de Março de 2005 lançaram, pela editora Geffen, o seu terceiro álbum auto intitulado, com o single You And Me, que também foi um sucesso imediato. Nesse mesmo ano lançaram o seu primeiro DVD: Everything.&lt;br /&gt;No ano passado (2007) lançaram o seu novo álbum, Who We Are, como o novo sucesso "First Time".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O nome da banda, que significa Casa da vida em inglês, está relacionado com a sua música, visto que todas as canções têm a ver com a vida e as suas circunstâncias (refere-se à vida de Jason Wade).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para saberem mais sobre estes meninos visitem a sua página oficial: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lifehousemusic.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.lifehousemusic.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&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/3693741759562086015-74713984397920280?l=entreoquevejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreoquevejo.blogspot.com/feeds/74713984397920280/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693741759562086015&amp;postID=74713984397920280' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693741759562086015/posts/default/74713984397920280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693741759562086015/posts/default/74713984397920280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreoquevejo.blogspot.com/2008/03/lifehouse.html' title='Lifehouse'/><author><name>Lacrima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318160507421857429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/R-vWe353I0I/AAAAAAAAACI/Um0f3nGR0Q4/s72-c/lifehouse_whoweare_2-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693741759562086015.post-1367359974923187517</id><published>2008-03-26T13:41:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-26T13:44:39.801Z</updated><title type='text'>Vamos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/R-pS9n53IzI/AAAAAAAAACA/bOZJfl8GSbE/s1600-h/vamos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182045539880346418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/R-pS9n53IzI/AAAAAAAAACA/bOZJfl8GSbE/s320/vamos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Vem meu amor, vamos sentir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vamos sonhar, vamos partir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vamos voar, vamos rir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ir e retornar."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;R.P.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693741759562086015-1367359974923187517?l=entreoquevejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreoquevejo.blogspot.com/feeds/1367359974923187517/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693741759562086015&amp;postID=1367359974923187517' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693741759562086015/posts/default/1367359974923187517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693741759562086015/posts/default/1367359974923187517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreoquevejo.blogspot.com/2008/03/vamos.html' title='Vamos!'/><author><name>Lacrima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318160507421857429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/R-pS9n53IzI/AAAAAAAAACA/bOZJfl8GSbE/s72-c/vamos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693741759562086015.post-4198447108623664397</id><published>2008-03-24T17:18:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-24T17:34:31.366Z</updated><title type='text'>Hey there Delilah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/R-fkz353IyI/AAAAAAAAAB4/WX6ozI6BI8w/s1600-h/delilah2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181361476144145186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/R-fkz353IyI/AAAAAAAAAB4/WX6ozI6BI8w/s320/delilah2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Simplesmente adoro esta música!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Hey there Delilah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's it like in New York City?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm a thousand miles away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But girl tonight you look so pretty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes you do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Times Square can't shine as bright as you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I swear it's true&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't you worry about the distance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm right there if you get lonely&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Give this song another listen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Close your eyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listen to my voice it's my disguise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm by your side&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What you do to me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know times are getting hard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But just believe me girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We'll have it good&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We'll have the life we knew we would&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My word is good&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've got so much left to say&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If every simple song I wrote to you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would take your breath away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'd write it all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Even more in love with me you'd fall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We'd have it all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A thousand miles seems pretty far&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But they've got planes and trains and cars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'd walk to you if I had no other way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our friends would all make fun of us&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and we'll just laugh along because we know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That none of them have felt this way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Delilah I can promise you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That by the time we get through&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The world will never ever be the same&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you're to blame&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You be good and don't you miss me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two more years and you'll be done with school&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I'll be making history like I do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You'll know it's all because of you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We can do whatever we want to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey there Delilah here's to you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This ones for you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What you do to me."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Plain White T's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693741759562086015-4198447108623664397?l=entreoquevejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreoquevejo.blogspot.com/feeds/4198447108623664397/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693741759562086015&amp;postID=4198447108623664397' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693741759562086015/posts/default/4198447108623664397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693741759562086015/posts/default/4198447108623664397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreoquevejo.blogspot.com/2008/03/hey-there-delilah.html' title='Hey there Delilah'/><author><name>Lacrima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318160507421857429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/R-fkz353IyI/AAAAAAAAAB4/WX6ozI6BI8w/s72-c/delilah2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693741759562086015.post-6736656204420792533</id><published>2008-03-22T18:06:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-22T18:11:57.834Z</updated><title type='text'>Alma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/R-VLzX53IxI/AAAAAAAAABw/b5Jmshu0oL0/s1600-h/alma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180630292321739538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/R-VLzX53IxI/AAAAAAAAABw/b5Jmshu0oL0/s320/alma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Custa tanto saber o que se sente quando reparamos em nós!... Mesmo viver sabe a custar tanto quando se dá por isso... Falai, portanto, sem reparardes que existis..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" ...Quem pudesse gritar para despertarmos! Estou a ouvir-me gritar dentro de mim, mas já não sei o caminho da minha vontade para a minha garganta."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693741759562086015-6736656204420792533?l=entreoquevejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreoquevejo.blogspot.com/feeds/6736656204420792533/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693741759562086015&amp;postID=6736656204420792533' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693741759562086015/posts/default/6736656204420792533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693741759562086015/posts/default/6736656204420792533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreoquevejo.blogspot.com/2008/03/alma.html' title='Alma'/><author><name>Lacrima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318160507421857429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/R-VLzX53IxI/AAAAAAAAABw/b5Jmshu0oL0/s72-c/alma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693741759562086015.post-7370913724040556569</id><published>2008-03-21T19:28:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-21T19:33:33.691Z</updated><title type='text'>Primavera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/R-QNc353IwI/AAAAAAAAABo/zpsU9rVY5Dw/s1600-h/Primavera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180280261077050114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/R-QNc353IwI/AAAAAAAAABo/zpsU9rVY5Dw/s320/Primavera.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pois é... Já me esquecia!!! Hoje começa a Primavera!!! Eu gosto tanto... :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Surdo murmúrio do rio,&lt;br /&gt;a deslizar, pausado, na planura.&lt;br /&gt;Mensageiro moroso&lt;br /&gt;dum recado comprido,&lt;br /&gt;di-lo sem pressa ao alarmado ouvido&lt;br /&gt;dos salgueirais:&lt;br /&gt;a neve derreteu&lt;br /&gt;nos píncaros da serra;&lt;br /&gt;o gado berra&lt;br /&gt;dentro dos currais,&lt;br /&gt;a lembrar aos zagais&lt;br /&gt;o fim do cativeiro;&lt;br /&gt;anda no ar um perfumado cheiro&lt;br /&gt;a terra revolvida;&lt;br /&gt;o vento emudeceu;&lt;br /&gt;o sol desceu;&lt;br /&gt;a primavera vai chegar, florida."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miguel Torga&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693741759562086015-7370913724040556569?l=entreoquevejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreoquevejo.blogspot.com/feeds/7370913724040556569/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693741759562086015&amp;postID=7370913724040556569' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693741759562086015/posts/default/7370913724040556569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693741759562086015/posts/default/7370913724040556569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreoquevejo.blogspot.com/2008/03/primavera.html' title='Primavera'/><author><name>Lacrima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318160507421857429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/R-QNc353IwI/AAAAAAAAABo/zpsU9rVY5Dw/s72-c/Primavera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693741759562086015.post-7242048604656766234</id><published>2008-03-21T12:03:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-03-21T12:10:17.493Z</updated><title type='text'>Entre o que vejo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/R-OlQH53IvI/AAAAAAAAABg/DdNB61OVUZI/s1600-h/entre+o+que+vejo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180165692824429298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/R-OlQH53IvI/AAAAAAAAABg/DdNB61OVUZI/s320/entre+o+que+vejo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Entre o que vejo e o que digo,&lt;br /&gt;entre o que digo e o que calo,&lt;br /&gt;entre o que calo e o que sonho,&lt;br /&gt;entre o que sonho e o que esqueço,&lt;br /&gt;a poesia.&lt;br /&gt;Desliza&lt;br /&gt;entre o sim e o não:&lt;br /&gt;diz&lt;br /&gt;o que calo,&lt;br /&gt;cala&lt;br /&gt;o que digo,&lt;br /&gt;sonha&lt;br /&gt;o que esqueço.&lt;br /&gt;Não é um dizer:&lt;br /&gt;é um fazer.&lt;br /&gt;É um fazer&lt;br /&gt;que é um dizer.&lt;br /&gt;A poesia&lt;br /&gt;se diz e se ouve:&lt;br /&gt;é real.&lt;br /&gt;E, apenas digo&lt;br /&gt;é real,&lt;br /&gt;se dissipa.&lt;br /&gt;Será assim mais real?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a name="Octavio_Paz"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Octavio Paz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693741759562086015-7242048604656766234?l=entreoquevejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreoquevejo.blogspot.com/feeds/7242048604656766234/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693741759562086015&amp;postID=7242048604656766234' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693741759562086015/posts/default/7242048604656766234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693741759562086015/posts/default/7242048604656766234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreoquevejo.blogspot.com/2008/03/entre-o-que-vejo-e-o-que-digo-entre-o.html' title='Entre o que vejo'/><author><name>Lacrima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318160507421857429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/R-OlQH53IvI/AAAAAAAAABg/DdNB61OVUZI/s72-c/entre+o+que+vejo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693741759562086015.post-7848354984524969516</id><published>2008-03-20T11:28:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-03-20T12:00:06.930Z</updated><title type='text'>Palavras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/R-JPmn53ItI/AAAAAAAAABM/AW6jAkkHzXY/s1600-h/palavras1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179790046394786514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/R-JPmn53ItI/AAAAAAAAABM/AW6jAkkHzXY/s320/palavras1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje acordei com vontade de escrever... Só queria que as palavras me saíssem naturalmente... Dou por mim a pensar que coisa será mais natural do que escrever? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agora não sei o que hei-de escrever... "Que estupidez!"- penso.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tenho "inveja" daquelas pessoas a quem as palavras saem como bailarinas dançando livres no seu palco que é o papel.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como diz alguém (que neste momento não sei quem é!): &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"As palavras dançam nos olhos das pessoas, conforme o palco dos olhos de cada um."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tu que me estás a ler deves estar a pensar: "Mas o que é que esta está para aqui a dizer? Onde é que ela quer chegar com isto tudo?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bem... Não sei...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estou de férias (finalmente!)... E quando não há mais nada para fazer (a não ser estudar - o que não me parece!) inventa-se!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É difícil não saber o que escrever estando, ao mesmo tempo, a sentir que as palavras querem, mesmo assim, sair cá para fora.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693741759562086015-7848354984524969516?l=entreoquevejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreoquevejo.blogspot.com/feeds/7848354984524969516/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693741759562086015&amp;postID=7848354984524969516' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693741759562086015/posts/default/7848354984524969516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693741759562086015/posts/default/7848354984524969516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreoquevejo.blogspot.com/2008/03/hoje-acordei-com-vontade-de-escrever.html' title='Palavras'/><author><name>Lacrima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318160507421857429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/R-JPmn53ItI/AAAAAAAAABM/AW6jAkkHzXY/s72-c/palavras1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693741759562086015.post-1657858793143069294</id><published>2008-03-19T19:31:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-20T11:25:43.507Z</updated><title type='text'>Love You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/R-Fqhn53IsI/AAAAAAAAABE/rXhCA5G_Qpo/s1600-h/love+you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179538172332679874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/R-Fqhn53IsI/AAAAAAAAABE/rXhCA5G_Qpo/s320/love+you.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Amo como o amor ama. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não sei razão pra amar-te mais que amar-te. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que queres que te diga mais que te amo, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se o que quero dizer-te é que te amo? "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693741759562086015-1657858793143069294?l=entreoquevejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreoquevejo.blogspot.com/feeds/1657858793143069294/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693741759562086015&amp;postID=1657858793143069294' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693741759562086015/posts/default/1657858793143069294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693741759562086015/posts/default/1657858793143069294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreoquevejo.blogspot.com/2008/03/love-you.html' title='Love You'/><author><name>Lacrima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318160507421857429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/R-Fqhn53IsI/AAAAAAAAABE/rXhCA5G_Qpo/s72-c/love+you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693741759562086015.post-3321885719854470737</id><published>2008-03-19T13:45:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-03-19T14:02:59.092Z</updated><title type='text'>Girl Put Your Records On</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/R-EcjpViABI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XR052j3wNZ8/s1600-h/girl+put+your+records+on.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179452445169942546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/R-EcjpViABI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XR052j3wNZ8/s320/girl+put+your+records+on.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Three little birds, sat on my window.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And they told me I don't need to worry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summer came like cinnamon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So sweet,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Little girls double-dutch on the concrete.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe sometimes, we've got it wrong, but it's alright&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The more things seem to change, the more they stay the same&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, don't you hesitate.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You go ahead, let your hair down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just go ahead, let your hair down.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blue as the sky, sunburnt and lonely,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sipping tea in the bar by the roadside,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(just relax, just relax)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't you let those other boys fool you,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Got to love that afro hair do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe sometimes, we feel afraid, but it's alright&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The more you stay the same, the more they seem to change.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't you think it's strange?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You go ahead, let your hair down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just go ahead, let your hair down.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Twas more than I could take, pity for pity's sake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some nights kept me awake, I thought that I was stronger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you gonna realise, that you don't even have to try any longer?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do what you want to.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You go ahead, let your hair down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just go ahead, let your hair down.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You go ahead, let your hair down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just go ahead, let your hair down.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, you're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Corinne Bailey Rae&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693741759562086015-3321885719854470737?l=entreoquevejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreoquevejo.blogspot.com/feeds/3321885719854470737/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693741759562086015&amp;postID=3321885719854470737' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693741759562086015/posts/default/3321885719854470737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693741759562086015/posts/default/3321885719854470737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreoquevejo.blogspot.com/2008/03/three-little-birds-sat-on-my-window.html' title='Girl Put Your Records On'/><author><name>Lacrima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318160507421857429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/R-EcjpViABI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XR052j3wNZ8/s72-c/girl+put+your+records+on.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693741759562086015.post-9018648009753195703</id><published>2008-03-14T12:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-14T12:47:48.085Z</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/R9pz2ZViAAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/HU_hZt0f1eY/s1600-h/chorar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177578099967131650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/R9pz2ZViAAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/HU_hZt0f1eY/s320/chorar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"E de novo quero&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aprender a chorar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desamparada e em silêncio,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como as crianças"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alfred Becker&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693741759562086015-9018648009753195703?l=entreoquevejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreoquevejo.blogspot.com/feeds/9018648009753195703/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693741759562086015&amp;postID=9018648009753195703' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693741759562086015/posts/default/9018648009753195703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693741759562086015/posts/default/9018648009753195703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreoquevejo.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Lacrima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318160507421857429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/R9pz2ZViAAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/HU_hZt0f1eY/s72-c/chorar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693741759562086015.post-7362170889416565097</id><published>2008-03-13T12:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-13T12:53:30.489Z</updated><title type='text'>Passagem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/R9kjdJVh_9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/4VshlySj-Bw/s1600-h/passagem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177208230268501970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/R9kjdJVh_9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/4VshlySj-Bw/s320/passagem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Como todos os grandes apaixonados, gosto da delícia da perda de mim, em que o gozo da entrega se sofre inteiramente. E, assim, muitas vezes, escrevo sem querer pensar, num devaneio externo, deixando que as palavras me façam festas, criança menina ao colo delas. São frases sem sentido, decorrendo mórbidas, numa fluidez de água sentida, esquecer-se de ribeiro em que as ondas se misturam e indefinem, tornando-se sempre outras, sucedendo a si mesmas. Assim as ideias, as imagens, trémulas de expressão, passam por mim em cortejos sonoros de sedas esbatidas, onde um luar de ideia bruxuleia, malhado e confuso."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693741759562086015-7362170889416565097?l=entreoquevejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://entreoquevejo.blogspot.com/feeds/7362170889416565097/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3693741759562086015&amp;postID=7362170889416565097' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693741759562086015/posts/default/7362170889416565097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3693741759562086015/posts/default/7362170889416565097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://entreoquevejo.blogspot.com/2008/03/passagem.html' title='Passagem'/><author><name>Lacrima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14318160507421857429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zdq46GDyOxY/R9kjdJVh_9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/4VshlySj-Bw/s72-c/passagem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
