<?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-23876955</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:02:26.756+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Baú de Pensamentos</title><subtitle type='html'>"O que me vai na alma... A música que me faz pensar, sonhar ou, simplesmente, sorrir... Os momentos marcantes da minha vida... E é claro, devaneios... Enfim, lágrimas que dão cor à minha vida..."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Diana Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347449083107990255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0004/844/501/Iw4ETb844501-02.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23876955.post-4899745775332632595</id><published>2009-05-20T17:08:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T17:40:14.623+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Caçador de Sóis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MSI-mTiSREs&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MSI-mTiSREs&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="300" width="371"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pelo céu às cavalitas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Escondi nos teus caracóis,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A estrela mais bonita, que eu já vi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu cresci com um encanto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;De ser caçador de sóis,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu já corri tanto, tanto para ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fui um príncipe encantado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Montado nos teus joelhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Um eterno enamorado, a valer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lancelot de algibeira,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas segui os teus conselhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Para voltar à tua beira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E ser o que eu quiser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Refrão)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Os teus olhos foram esperança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Os meus olhos girassóis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fomos onde a vista alcança da nossa janela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Já deixei de ser criança e tu dormes à lareira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ainda sinto a minha estrela nos teus caracóis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; 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I tried to be chill but you so hot that I melted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I fell right through the cracks and I’m tryin to get back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; before the cool done run out I’ll be givin it my bestest &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; and nothin's gonna stop me but divine intervention &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I reckon it's again my turn to win some or learn some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I won't hesitate no more, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; no more, it cannot wait I’m yours &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Well open up your mind and see like me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; open up your plans and damn you're free &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; look into your heart and you'll find love love love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; listen to the music of the moment maybe sing with me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Ah, la peaceful melody &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; It's your god forsaken right to be loved loved loved loved Loved &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; So, I won't hesitate no more, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; no more, it cannot wait I’m sure &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; there's no need to complicate our time is short &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; this is our fate, I’m yours &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I've been spendin' way too long checkin' my tongue in the mirror &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; and bendin' over backwards just to try to see it clearer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; my breath fogged up the glass &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; and so I drew a new face and laughed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I guess what I'm a sayin'is there ain't no better reason &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; to rid yourself of vanity and just go with the seasons &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; it's what we aim to do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; our name is our virtue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I won't hesitate no more, no more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; it cannot wait, I’m sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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  &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face 	{font-family:"Trebuchet MS"; 	panose-1:2 11 6 3 2 2 2 2 2 4; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:swiss; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;} @font-face 	{font-family:"Maiandra GD"; 	panose-1:2 14 5 2 3 3 8 2 2 4; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:swiss; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:612.0pt 792.0pt; 	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm; 	mso-header-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Tabela normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;there's no need to complicate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(well open up your mind and see like me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;our time is short&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(open up your plans and damn you're free)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;it cannot wait, I’m yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(look into your heart and you'll find love love love love)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I won't hesitate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(listen to the music of the moment come and dance with me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;no more, no more&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(I love one big family)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;it cannot wait, I’m sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(it's your god forsaken right to be loved, loved, loved, loved)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;there's no need to complicate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(open up your mind and see like me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;our time is short&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(open up your plans and damn you're free)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;" face="trebuchet ms" class="MsoNormal"&gt;this is our fate, I’m yours&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(look into your heart and you'll find love love love love)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;no please don't complicate, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(listen to the music of the moment come and dance with me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our time is short&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(I love happy family)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is our faith, I’m yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(it's our god forsaken right to be loved loved loved loved)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no please don't hesitate &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(listen to the music of the moment come and dance with me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more, no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(I love peaceful melodies)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it cannot wait, the sky is yours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(it's our god forsaken right to be loved loved loved loved)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jason Mraz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23876955-3578012180356658307?l=lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/feeds/3578012180356658307/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23876955&amp;postID=3578012180356658307&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/3578012180356658307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/3578012180356658307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/2008/12/jason-mraz-im-yours-jason-mraz.html' title='I&apos;m Yours  =)'/><author><name>Diana Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347449083107990255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0004/844/501/Iw4ETb844501-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_arJ0k4lZIcg/ST029KYh0mI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Rm6SYDXCrQM/s72-c/IV.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23876955.post-2787035881055637356</id><published>2008-07-25T00:31:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T00:43:02.508+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O meu local de trabalho...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ao fim de muita insistência e persistência por parte dos curiosos =P, venho finalmente apresentar o meu local de trabalho...&lt;br /&gt;Já sabem onde é, só não sabem "como" é...&lt;br /&gt;E como podem verificar... não é nada de outro mundo... É um local de trabalho como todos os outros...&lt;br /&gt;Mas estou a adorar isto!! LITERALMENTE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arJ0k4lZIcg/SIkSFGaG65I/AAAAAAAAAC8/Fn4SwZfx-t0/s1600-h/R.+S.+D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arJ0k4lZIcg/SIkSFGaG65I/AAAAAAAAAC8/Fn4SwZfx-t0/s400/R.+S.+D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226728721368935314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pronto... Aqui está a Unidade de Cuidados Continuados da Encarnação!!! Também conhecida por Residência São Domingos =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos e Abraços&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23876955-2787035881055637356?l=lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/feeds/2787035881055637356/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23876955&amp;postID=2787035881055637356&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/2787035881055637356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/2787035881055637356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/2008/07/o-meu-local-de-trabalho.html' title='O meu local de trabalho...'/><author><name>Diana Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347449083107990255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0004/844/501/Iw4ETb844501-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arJ0k4lZIcg/SIkSFGaG65I/AAAAAAAAAC8/Fn4SwZfx-t0/s72-c/R.+S.+D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23876955.post-3258789997636060787</id><published>2008-07-18T18:11:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T18:53:54.643+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pérolas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ora...&lt;br /&gt;Vamos lá actualizar isto...&lt;br /&gt;E qual a melhor forma? Mostrando ao mundo (para quem ainda não conhece), algumas pérolas do YouTube...&lt;br /&gt;Começo por apresentar uma discussão familiar que por estas alturas deve ser bastante comum... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Clique aqui para bloquear este objecto com o Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-08615970037886056 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/u1mW4QH2DcA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Clique aqui para bloquear este objecto com o Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-08615970037886056 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/u1mW4QH2DcA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Clique aqui para bloquear este objecto com o Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-08615970037886056 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/u1mW4QH2DcA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="292"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u1mW4QH2DcA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u1mW4QH2DcA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="250" width="292"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Agora vamos entrar na música...&lt;br /&gt;Começamos por o Filho do Recluso... Reparem na emoção com que ele canta... E não só =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Clique aqui para bloquear este objecto com o Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-08615970037886056 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/0H8DVuETncc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Clique aqui para bloquear este objecto com o Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-08615970037886056 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/0H8DVuETncc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Clique aqui para bloquear este objecto com o Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-08615970037886056 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/0H8DVuETncc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="292"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0H8DVuETncc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0H8DVuETncc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="250" width="292"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Passamos para o Duo SãoLindas... São, não são? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Clique aqui para bloquear este objecto com o Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-08615970037886056 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/iyayw6H8wAU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Clique aqui para bloquear este objecto com o Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-08615970037886056 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/iyayw6H8wAU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Clique aqui para bloquear este objecto com o Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-08615970037886056 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/iyayw6H8wAU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="292"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iyayw6H8wAU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iyayw6H8wAU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="250" width="292"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(têm sp a opção remix: http://youtube.com/watch?v=gmSm-RnqOKU)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E terminamos a parte musical com os fantásticos passos de dança do cantor Telmo Miranda!!! YEHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a style="left: 340px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Clique aqui para bloquear este objecto com o Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-08615970037886056 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/x0c08iJ5YMc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Clique aqui para bloquear este objecto com o Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-08615970037886056 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/x0c08iJ5YMc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="292"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x0c08iJ5YMc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x0c08iJ5YMc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="250" width="292"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Para o fim, deixei aquele que considero, sem dúvida alguma, o melhor vídeo de sempre!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;object width="292" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/90hhRsYAzBM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/90hhRsYAzBM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="292" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E pronto... Há que agradecer ao Pedro Bento e à Susana pelas fantásticas "descobertas"&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23876955-3258789997636060787?l=lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/feeds/3258789997636060787/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23876955&amp;postID=3258789997636060787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/3258789997636060787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/3258789997636060787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/2008/07/prolas.html' title='Pérolas...'/><author><name>Diana Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347449083107990255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0004/844/501/Iw4ETb844501-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23876955.post-8058716187746294843</id><published>2008-04-20T12:26:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T13:11:13.643+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving The Alien</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="292"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OCMmpSmbZMo&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OCMmpSmbZMo&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="350" height="292"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think I'm scared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel like making  love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes I don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel like letting go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maybe not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel like  giving up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is all we got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes is all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And never means  maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes is all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I'm moving on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I'm  moving on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Sometimes I feel alone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I'm moving on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I'm moving  on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes I make believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When we're alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Machines have taken  hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Can you get me to a telephone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's just the little things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You used  to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Am I still that man who makes you who you want to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes  is all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And never means maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes is all the  time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I'm moving on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I'm moving on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Sometimes I feel  alone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I'm moving on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I'm moving on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I never noticed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;How  lovely were the aliens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lovely were the aliens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I never noticed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;How  lovely were the aliens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lovely were the aliens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I'm moving on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And  I'm moving on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Sometimes I feel alone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I'm moving on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I'm moving  on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Sometimes I feel alone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I'm moving on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I'm moving on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And  I'm moving on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I'm moving on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I'm moving on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I'm moving...  on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Velvet Revolver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23876955-8058716187746294843?l=lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/feeds/8058716187746294843/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23876955&amp;postID=8058716187746294843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/8058716187746294843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/8058716187746294843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/2008/04/loving-alien.html' title='Loving The Alien'/><author><name>Diana Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347449083107990255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0004/844/501/Iw4ETb844501-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23876955.post-8268346745192292380</id><published>2008-04-09T17:52:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T18:08:29.615+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Tom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ora aqui está mais uma música... Uma cantora que descobri recentemente e que estou simplesmente a adorar =) Quem gosta de David Fonseca de certeza que já ouviu falar nela... =P (e que tenha ido a concertos dele lol)&lt;br /&gt;Esta é uma música do álbum Golden Era... Uma cantora que ainda vai dar muito que falar =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;object height="335" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DjSyUMaYq7w&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="292"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DjSyUMaYq7w&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DjSyUMaYq7w&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="350" height="292"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Tom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you know for how long I've been running to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's time to go home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To rise the sun, to bring the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You want to make me cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You want to watch me die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But you don't have the strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So come on, run with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wanna set you free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I need you to be strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Somebody ask your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It could be Jack or Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you don't have the clue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll tell you what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey Tom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you know for how long am I loving you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's time to move on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To give my heart to something new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want to make you smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want to close your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I don't have the strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So come on, run with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wanna set you free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I need you to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tom and Jack and Jane in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They haven't enough in time to break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jane and Jack and Tom will back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You hope you’re strong to forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jack and Tom I’ll make you strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tom and Jane where is your strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Leave me, feed me, love me, want me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Take me to another place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Somebody ask your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It could be Jack or Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you don't have the clue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll tell you what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Somebody ask your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It could be Jack or Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you don't have the clue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll tell you what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Rita Redshoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;P.S. Jorge, obrigada pela ajuda ;p&lt;br /&gt;      Dani, obrigada pela "divulgação" =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23876955-8268346745192292380?l=lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/feeds/8268346745192292380/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23876955&amp;postID=8268346745192292380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/8268346745192292380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/8268346745192292380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/2008/04/hey-tom.html' title='Hey Tom'/><author><name>Diana Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347449083107990255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0004/844/501/Iw4ETb844501-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23876955.post-7315700446628936771</id><published>2008-03-26T14:02:00.007Z</published><updated>2008-03-26T14:18:54.817Z</updated><title type='text'>Fotógrafa com pinta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_arJ0k4lZIcg/R-pZ2Mh6YRI/AAAAAAAAAC0/8zDaJVZ7tDo/s1600-h/IMG_0037%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_arJ0k4lZIcg/R-pZ2Mh6YRI/AAAAAAAAAC0/8zDaJVZ7tDo/s400/IMG_0037%2Bcopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182053108854448402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Para quem não sabe, eu tenho uma amiga que para além da excelente amiga (=P) e modelo que é, também é fotógrafa!!&lt;br /&gt;Tenho a dizer que ela tem muito jeito pra 'coisa'... E não sou a única que o acha!! Ela faz verdadeiros milagres com uma máquina nas mãos...&lt;br /&gt;Este post serve pra divulgar um pouco do seu trabalho... E quem sabe despertar o interesse de alguém pra uma sessãozinha lol =)&lt;br /&gt;Deixo então aqui os sites pra poderem aceder e "deslumbrarem-se" com o seu trabalho ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://mymage.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://danielasousa.deviantart.com/gallery/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero que continues com o teu excelente trabalho... Tu tás lá =D&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo grande pra ti Dani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23876955-7315700446628936771?l=lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://danielasousa.deviantart.com/gallery/' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://mymage.blogspot.com/' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/feeds/7315700446628936771/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23876955&amp;postID=7315700446628936771&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/7315700446628936771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/7315700446628936771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/2008/03/fotgrafa-com-pinta.html' title='Fotógrafa com pinta...'/><author><name>Diana Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347449083107990255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0004/844/501/Iw4ETb844501-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_arJ0k4lZIcg/R-pZ2Mh6YRI/AAAAAAAAAC0/8zDaJVZ7tDo/s72-c/IMG_0037%2Bcopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23876955.post-4649133315966584857</id><published>2008-03-08T15:34:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-08T15:44:51.068Z</updated><title type='text'>Collide...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JTz7rhommHI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JTz7rhommHI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dawn is breaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A light shining through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're barely waking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm tangled up in you, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm open, you're closed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I follow, you'll go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worry I won't see your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light up again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the best fall down sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the wrong words seem to rhyme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the doubt that fills my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I somehow find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I collide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quiet, you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make a first impression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found I'm scared to know I'm always on your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the best fall down sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the stars refuse to shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the back you fall in time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I somehow find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I collide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm close behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the best fall down sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the wrong words seem to rhyme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the doubt that fills your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You finally find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I collide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You finally find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I collide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You finally find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I collide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Howie Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23876955-4649133315966584857?l=lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/feeds/4649133315966584857/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23876955&amp;postID=4649133315966584857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/4649133315966584857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/4649133315966584857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/2008/03/collide.html' title='Collide...'/><author><name>Diana Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347449083107990255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0004/844/501/Iw4ETb844501-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23876955.post-593837276501275838</id><published>2008-02-14T22:25:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-02-14T23:35:31.271Z</updated><title type='text'>Tão simples quanto isto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_arJ0k4lZIcg/R7TO3xShS5I/AAAAAAAAACk/iA7Z1F-d5qM/s1600-h/flor-mao-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_arJ0k4lZIcg/R7TO3xShS5I/AAAAAAAAACk/iA7Z1F-d5qM/s320/flor-mao-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166982130019945362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O que é ser Enfermeiro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ser enfermeiro é tudo aquilo que eu mais ambiciono na vida&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- É uma maneira de estar, de se apresentar ao mundo de braços abertos&lt;br /&gt;- É um olhar atento ao pormenor que foge à vista do senso comum&lt;br /&gt;- É uma forma de viver com e para o próximo sem nunca 'deixarmos' de ser nós mesmos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ser Enfermeiro:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- É estar presente, mesmo quando se está ausente;&lt;br /&gt;- É a palavra dita na hora certa à pessoa certa;&lt;br /&gt;- É reparar em tudo, e em mais alguma coisa que ninguém mais repara no paciente;&lt;br /&gt;- É o paciente sentir-se protegido, como se um anjo o cuidasse;&lt;br /&gt;- É querer o melhor, afastando o pior;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Porque escolhi ser Enfermeiro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Escolhi os 'plantões', porque sei que o escuro da noite amedronta os enfermos.&lt;br /&gt;- Escolhi estar presente na dor, porque já estive muito perto do sofrimento.&lt;br /&gt;- Escolhi servir ao próximo, porque sei que todos nós um dia precisamos de ajuda.&lt;br /&gt;- Escolhi o branco, porque quero transmitir paz.&lt;br /&gt;- Escolhi estudar métodos de trabalho, porque os livros são fontes de saber.&lt;br /&gt;- Escolhi ser Enfermeiro e me dedicar à saúde, porque respeito a vida. (...)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;By Leandro Higino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23876955-593837276501275838?l=lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/feeds/593837276501275838/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23876955&amp;postID=593837276501275838&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/593837276501275838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/593837276501275838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/2008/02/to-simples-quanto-isto.html' title='Tão simples quanto isto...'/><author><name>Diana Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347449083107990255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0004/844/501/Iw4ETb844501-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_arJ0k4lZIcg/R7TO3xShS5I/AAAAAAAAACk/iA7Z1F-d5qM/s72-c/flor-mao-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23876955.post-7210063986728374047</id><published>2008-01-26T13:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-26T14:10:07.437Z</updated><title type='text'>Bem na Minha Mão...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a style="left: 339px ! important; top: 17px ! important;" title="Clique aqui para bloquear este objecto com o Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-07711685111576707 visible" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/y8FAhO3WpIY&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y8FAhO3WpIY&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y8FAhO3WpIY&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abro os olhos e adormeço&lt;br /&gt;Sem a mente fraquejar&lt;br /&gt;Saio pela manhã&lt;br /&gt;De passagem, coisa vã&lt;br /&gt;Derrapagem&lt;br /&gt;Que a viagem tem princípio, meio e fim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto vergo, não parto&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto choro, não seco&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto vivo, não corro&lt;br /&gt;À procura do que é certo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me venham buzinar&lt;br /&gt;Vou tão bem na minha mão&lt;br /&gt;Então vou para lá&lt;br /&gt;Ver o que dá&lt;br /&gt;Pé atrás na engrenagem&lt;br /&gt;Altruísta até mais não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto vergo, não parto&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto choro, não seco&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto vivo, não corro&lt;br /&gt;À procura do que é certo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presa por um fio&lt;br /&gt;Na vertigem do vazio&lt;br /&gt;Que escorrega entre os dedos&lt;br /&gt;Preso em duas mãos&lt;br /&gt;Que o futuro é mais&lt;br /&gt;O presente coerente na razão&lt;br /&gt;Frases feitas são reféns da pulsação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto vergo, não parto&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto choro, não seco&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto vivo, não corro&lt;br /&gt;À procura do que é certo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto vergo, não parto&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto choro, não seco&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto vivo, não corro&lt;br /&gt;À procura do que é certo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Susana Félix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23876955-7210063986728374047?l=lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/feeds/7210063986728374047/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23876955&amp;postID=7210063986728374047&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/7210063986728374047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/7210063986728374047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/2008/01/bem-na-minha-mo.html' title='Bem na Minha Mão...'/><author><name>Diana Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347449083107990255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0004/844/501/Iw4ETb844501-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23876955.post-663585330851660981</id><published>2007-12-27T23:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-28T00:01:02.487Z</updated><title type='text'>Síntese de 2007...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zwani.com/graphics/new_years/"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 346px; height: 304px;" src="http://images.zwani.com/graphics/new_years/images/567.gif" alt="ZWANI.com - The place for myspace comments, glitters, graphics, backgrounds and codes" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zwani.com/graphics/new_years/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem… o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt; está à porta…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2007&lt;/span&gt; vai ficar para trás…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como é óbvio, em todos os anos existem bons e maus momentos… Aliás… menos bons… porque são os “menos bons” momentos que te ajudam a crescer, a tornares-te mais forte e a aprenderes a enfrentar a vida e os obstáculos que dela advêm. Mas interessa apenas recordar os bons momentos! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou então resumir os meus momentos bons de 2007, assim como as aprendizagens e ‘confirmações’ que obtive deste caricato ano =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Acabei o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;curso&lt;/span&gt; (que também poderá ser interpretado como um momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; “menos bom”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; devido as saudades que surgiram mas de vez em quando dá para as ‘matar’ =P lol);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Conheci novas pessoas e fiz &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;novas amizades&lt;/span&gt; (aliás, ganhei mesmo uma grande, grande amiga =D);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Confirmei que os meus melhores amigos são os meus &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pais&lt;/span&gt; (não descurando de certas pessoas =P);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Aprendi a só &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dar valor&lt;/span&gt; a quem também mo dá;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Finalmente e repito, finalmente aprendi a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gostar de mim mesma&lt;/span&gt; ‘&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;integralmente&lt;/span&gt;’! lololol (quem não gosta, paciência! Até porque é impossível gostar-se de toda a gente =P);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Aprendi (e atenção que isto é verídico) que a ‘&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dor de cotovelo&lt;/span&gt;’ pode provocar cegueira temporária e até mesmo permanente (portanto tenham muito cuidado);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Confirmei que “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tudo… mas mesmo tudo acontece por um motivo&lt;/span&gt;”;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- E… aprendi a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ser feliz&lt;/span&gt; com o que tenho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Desejo a todos (vá lá, a alguns =P ) um excelente 2008…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entrem com o pé direito… mas não se esqueçam do esquerdo =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Termino com um pensamento muito mas mesmo muito caricato com que me deparei num blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;“ O blog é meu, certo?! Pode não ter nada de jeito, útil e pode não ter interesse!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora… se assim o é e o tas a ler neste preciso momento, ou é porque afinal alguma coisa se aproveita (mas neste caso estarás a contradizer-te... logo, não és credível) ou então és um ‘cusco’ de primeira que só gosta de falar mal dos outros (logo tens que procurar matéria para o fazeres) e que não tem mais nada para fazer na vida! E é por &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;este motivo que tenho pena de Ti!“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lololololol ;p (claro que este 'pensamento' só se aplica aos 'leitores usuais' deste blog)&lt;br /&gt;=) Fiquem bem e boas entradas!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23876955-663585330851660981?l=lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/feeds/663585330851660981/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23876955&amp;postID=663585330851660981&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/663585330851660981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/663585330851660981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/2007/12/bem-o-2008-est-porta-e-o-2007-vai-ficar.html' title='Síntese de 2007...'/><author><name>Diana Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347449083107990255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0004/844/501/Iw4ETb844501-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23876955.post-1471414143589200744</id><published>2007-10-26T13:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T14:14:32.728+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I See The World Through You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a style="left: 338px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Clique aqui para bloquear este objecto com o Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-0869741078160645 visible" href="http://media.imeem.com/m/fmdaTrgu6H/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/fmdaTrgu6H/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/fmdaTrgu6H/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_arJ0k4lZIcg/RyHgScmCcOI/AAAAAAAAACU/ZFAJedb9grc/s1600-h/DSC030095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_arJ0k4lZIcg/RyHgScmCcOI/AAAAAAAAACU/ZFAJedb9grc/s320/DSC030095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125624458442338530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You don't understand me now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wonder if you ever will,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wonder if you'll ever try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And don't get sad about ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All the strange things I wrote,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They faded as the ink dried...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I say go, go, hold your fists high,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Grow. Slow. Stand up for the fight though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hope you never have to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I say run, run, my sparkling light,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have your fun and then come home at night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm sure you'll tell me something new,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeah I can see the world through you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Frozen lakes and ice storms, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Most you'll cross on your own,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You'll face the biggest landslides.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll catch you on the hardest falls,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll carry you inside these walls,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We'll sing through all the highest tides.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I say go, go, hold your fists high,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Grow. Slow. Stand up for the fight though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hope you never have to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I say run, run, my sparkling light,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have your fun and then come home at night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm sure you'll tell me something new,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeah I can see the world through you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I say go, go, hold your fists high,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Grow. Slow. Stand up for the fight though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hope you never have to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I say run, run, my sparkling light,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have your fun and then come home at night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm sure you'll tell me something new,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Things you did and things you'll do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeah I can see the world through you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;David Fonseca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23876955-1471414143589200744?l=lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/feeds/1471414143589200744/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23876955&amp;postID=1471414143589200744&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/1471414143589200744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/1471414143589200744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-see-world-through-you.html' title='I See The World Through You'/><author><name>Diana Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347449083107990255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0004/844/501/Iw4ETb844501-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_arJ0k4lZIcg/RyHgScmCcOI/AAAAAAAAACU/ZFAJedb9grc/s72-c/DSC030095.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23876955.post-8435170051717676375</id><published>2007-10-14T23:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T03:18:52.449+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Explosão de Sentimentos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_arJ0k4lZIcg/RxK92PaLCTI/AAAAAAAAACE/FqO36NvzX3s/s1600-h/3376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_arJ0k4lZIcg/RxK92PaLCTI/AAAAAAAAACE/FqO36NvzX3s/s320/3376.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121364465820567858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Parada... no meio de nada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aqui estou... sem sul...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Seres dispersos, olhares amnésicos, sorrisos disfásicos e expressões subtis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;não são mais do que meras emoções e sentimentos desbotados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;que passam por mim como um impulso sombrio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;como uma chama nauseada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;emaranhados na multidão e desmembrados do seu propósito...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Provocam em mim uma complexa embriaguez,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;que me consome por dentro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;que me rasga o corpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e me adormece o pensamento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;no seio do meu ser...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Transpiro de raiva quando em mim surgem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;pessoas de lama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;gente de ferro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e seres da escuridão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;que me desorientam no tempo e me fixam no espaço...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Numa tela desmaiada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;esses seres vão desenhando sem perdão:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;um instrumento sem notas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;palavras sem voz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;oportunismo sem teia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;compromissos sem letras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e arte sem dom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não! Não! Não!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pronuncio aos 7 mares,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;embriagada de prazeres que deixam pouco a desejar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não consigo pensar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;não quero perceber...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dou corda as minhas sapatilhas para tentar fugir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alguém me lança as garras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;com uma fúria desmedida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;na tentativa de me alcançar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas eu finto-o sem esforço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e corro... corro... corro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;até ficar entorpecida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;até o ar decidir não mais entrar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Desapareço da face da Terra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;até alguém me encontrar num canto de uma esquina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Ela está embriagada"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E eu penso 'mas nada do que senti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;deixa de ser mentira'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;porque nós somos meros brinquedos&lt;br /&gt;nas mãos do desconhecido...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23876955-8435170051717676375?l=lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/feeds/8435170051717676375/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23876955&amp;postID=8435170051717676375&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/8435170051717676375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/8435170051717676375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/2007/10/exploso-de-sentimentos.html' title='Explosão de Sentimentos...'/><author><name>Diana Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347449083107990255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0004/844/501/Iw4ETb844501-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_arJ0k4lZIcg/RxK92PaLCTI/AAAAAAAAACE/FqO36NvzX3s/s72-c/3376.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23876955.post-7894071310226755604</id><published>2007-09-07T04:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T04:13:55.786+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling A Moment...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MjgQLEZ6vjY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MjgQLEZ6vjY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling the moment slip away&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing direction you're losing faith&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;you're wishing for someone&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling it all begin to slide&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I just like you&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;all the things you do can't help myself&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;            &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;" face="trebuchet ms" class="MsoNormal"&gt;How do you feel when there's no sun&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how will you be when rain clouds come and pull you down again&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel when there's no one&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I just like you&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;              &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Turning to face what you've become&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bury the ashes of someone&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;broken by the strain&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to fill that space inside&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I just like you&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;all the things you do can't help myself&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;              &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;How do you feel when there's no sun&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how will you be when rain clouds come and pull you down again&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel when there's no one &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I just like you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; all the things you do &lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;              &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Don't ever feel that you're alone&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never let you down&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never leave you dry&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't fall apart&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Don't let it be&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;carry the notion carry the notion back to me &lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Feeling the moment slip away &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling the moment slip away&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;'Cause i'm just like you&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;How do you feel when there's no sun&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how will you be when rain clouds &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;come and pull you down again&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel when there's no one  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Am I just like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Feeder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23876955-7894071310226755604?l=lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/feeds/7894071310226755604/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23876955&amp;postID=7894071310226755604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/7894071310226755604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/7894071310226755604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/2007/09/feeling-moment.html' title='Feeling A Moment...'/><author><name>Diana Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347449083107990255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0004/844/501/Iw4ETb844501-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23876955.post-4869845590484767170</id><published>2007-08-30T03:35:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T11:15:21.591+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gnomos Mágicos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ora eu e mais alguns compatriotas gnomos resolvemos ajudar um amigo nosso a fazer uma surpresa à sua "mais-que-tudo"...&lt;br /&gt;Preparamos tudo... Seguindo as ordens do gnomo mor (=P) e voilá... Aqui esta o cenário final...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arJ0k4lZIcg/RtYwAD4JofI/AAAAAAAAAB0/kPiUj94oh6E/s1600-h/1DSC03018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arJ0k4lZIcg/RtYwAD4JofI/AAAAAAAAAB0/kPiUj94oh6E/s320/1DSC03018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104320005269987826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claro que faltam as 2 figuras principais... Mas isso fica encarregue da vossa imaginação...&lt;br /&gt;Foi a inauguraçao do nosso restaurante... Desde já o livro de reclamações está à vossa disposição, nem que seja para melhorar certos aspectos que podem ter passado (somos mágicos mas não somos Deus... Se quiserem apresentar queixa da 'gnoma garçonete' agradeço que o façam, sendo k ela será imediatamente despedida... =P&lt;br /&gt;Por enquanto foi a primeira e única refeição que o nosso restaurante 'confeccionou' pk ele encerrou para obras... Quem sabe, um dia, as suas portas voltem a abrir para receber mais clientes... =P Mas atençao... Só aceitamos gnomos... =)&lt;br /&gt;Beijos e Abraços&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23876955-4869845590484767170?l=lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/feeds/4869845590484767170/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23876955&amp;postID=4869845590484767170&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/4869845590484767170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/4869845590484767170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/2007/08/gnomos-mgicos.html' title='Gnomos Mágicos...'/><author><name>Diana Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347449083107990255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0004/844/501/Iw4ETb844501-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arJ0k4lZIcg/RtYwAD4JofI/AAAAAAAAAB0/kPiUj94oh6E/s72-c/1DSC03018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23876955.post-3073972186968181229</id><published>2007-08-29T01:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T01:34:58.379+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Through Glass...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="353"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GIzDsGyxsQM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GIzDsGyxsQM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="353"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking at you through the glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't know how much time has passed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh God, it feels like forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But no one ever tells you that forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Feels like home, sitting all alone inside your head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How do you feel? That is the question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I forget, you don't expect an easy answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When something like a soul becomes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Initialized and folded up like paper dolls and little notes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You can't expect a bit of hope &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So while you're outside looking in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Describing what you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Remember what you're staring at is me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cause I'm looking at you through the glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't know how much time has passed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All I know is that it feels like forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No one ever tells you that forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Feels like home, sitting all alone inside your head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How much is real? So much to question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;An epidemic of the mannequins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Contaminating everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We thought came from the heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It never did right from the start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just listen to the noises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Null and void instead of voices)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Before you tell yourself it's just a different scene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Remember it's just different from what you've seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm looking at you through the glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't know how much time has passed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And all I know is that it feels like forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No one ever tells you that forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Feels like home, sitting all alone inside your head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cause I'm looking at you through the glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't know how much time has passed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All I know is that it feels like forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No one ever tells you that forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;feels like home, sitting all alone inside your head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And it's the stars, the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That shine for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And it's the stars, the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That lie to you, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm looking at you through the glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't know how much time has passed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh God it feels like forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But no one ever tells you that forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Feels like home, sitting all alone inside your head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cause I'm looking at you through the glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't know how much time has passed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All I know is that it feels like forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But no one ever tells you that forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Feels like home, sitting all alone inside your head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And it's the stars, the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That shine for you, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And it's the stars, the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That lie to you, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And it's the stars, the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That shine for you, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And it's the stars, the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That lie to you, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh, we're the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh, we're the stars that lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Stone Sour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23876955-3073972186968181229?l=lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/feeds/3073972186968181229/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23876955&amp;postID=3073972186968181229&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/3073972186968181229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/3073972186968181229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/2007/08/through-glass.html' title='Through Glass...'/><author><name>Diana Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347449083107990255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0004/844/501/Iw4ETb844501-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23876955.post-4725309578670304615</id><published>2007-08-09T13:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T13:51:46.347+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Momento Certo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_arJ0k4lZIcg/RrsNgMar9II/AAAAAAAAABs/hc00TSnHB_k/s1600-h/Geoffroy-Demarquet18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_arJ0k4lZIcg/RrsNgMar9II/AAAAAAAAABs/hc00TSnHB_k/s320/Geoffroy-Demarquet18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096682250039981186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                            &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Marta era feliz… Tinha tudo o que sempre desejara e sonhara…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas há 8 meses que algo tinha mudado em completo a sua vida… Tinham-lhe diagnosticado cancro… E referiram que tinha poucos meses de vida…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marta negou sempre… Não podia ser… Como seria possível ela, uma mulher de 32 anos, estar a morrer?! Ter só alguns meses de vida?!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entrou em depressão… Não conseguia aceitar isto… Não queria aceitar isto… Limitou-se a desistir… Simplesmente porque não tinha coragem de lutar contra algo que sabia que, desde início, iria vencer as batalhas… e posteriormente a guerra…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marta recusava-se a comer, não saía de casa, não queria ver ninguém, não falava com ninguém… Tinha aceite o seu destino… Pelo menos, assim pensava ela…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que ela não sabia era que estava a destruir tudo e todos a sua volta… Ela achava que estava a proteger os outros: os seus amigos, pais, familiares… Porque assim eles desiludiam-se com ela, esqueciam-na e não sofreriam com a dor dela e, muito menos, com a sua morte… Mas Marta estava redondamente enganada…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cada dia que passava, todos eles sofriam mais e mais por não a conseguirem ajudar, por se sentirem impotentes, por não poderem estar perto dela, apoiando-a, mas principalmente… por não poderem aproveitar e estar com ela nos seus últimos dias de vida…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até que, um dia, Tiago, o melhor amigo de Marta, cansou-se de ter medo de piorar as coisas, de ter medo de falar com Marta, devido ao seu estado, e disse-lhe tudo o que lhe ia na alma…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marta estava estupefacta… Marta estava sem reacção… Ouvia e ouvia o que Tiago lhe tinha para dizer e ela não conseguir pronunciar uma única palavra… Não tinha ideia do que realmente estava a fazer…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À medida que Tiago falava, as lágrimas corriam-lhe pela face… Tudo o que estava ali guardado, saiu para fora… Sem paninhos quentes, sem pensar no que dizer e na melhor forma de o proferir, Tiago falava e falava… E as lágrimas continuavam a correr…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até que ficou sem fôlego… E sem palavras… Tinha dito tudo…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marta mantinha-se calada… &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiago aproximou-se dela e sentou-se ao seu lado… Mas sempre em silêncio…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E foi então que Marta expressou o que lhe ia na alma…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conseguia-se ouvir o soluçar de Marta no corredor… Médicos, Enfermeiros, Auxiliares ao ouvirem aproximavam-se… Mas quando davam conta do que se tratava, afastavam-se pensando “Finalmente…”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marta chorou durante muito tempo… Chorou até se sentir aliviada… E no fim disse: “Obrigada…”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiago levantou-se, deu-lhe um beijo na testa e saiu… Sem dizer nada… Afinal, não era preciso…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marta recompôs-se… E mudou completamente de atitude…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já sorria para as pessoas, já falava com elas… O apetite tinha voltado… Enfim, tinha aceitado finalmente a doença…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passado uma semana teve alta clínica… E todos a receberam em casa num clima de alegria… Dentro do possível…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Passou um mês…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Marta piorava a cada dia que passava… Mas o espírito mantinha-se…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marta andava a fazer algo as escondidas de todos… Ninguém sabia do que se tratava… Todos queriam saber, mas respeitavam a sua privacidade, mas acima de tudo, tinham prometido a Marta que esperariam pela momento certo… Apesar de ninguém saber quando seria…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais um mês passou… E aconteceu o que todos já todos sabiam que iria acontecer…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Marta morreu…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Apesar de saberem que era inevitável… Apesar de saberem que mais cedo ou mais tarde a vida de Marta chegaria ao fim… Apesar de tudo isso… A dor era imensa e insuportável… E ninguém queria aceitar…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despediram-se todos de Marta no funeral… E no fim, cada um deles retornou a sua casa… Mal sabiam o que lhes esperava…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tiago estava completamente de rastos… Para ele, a vida tinha perdido sentido…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegou a casa… Sentou-se no sofá… e ali adormeceu…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tiago acordou sobressaltado… Alguém estava a tocar a campainha…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi abrir a porta, a espera que fosse alguém que não conseguisse estar sozinho naquele momento… Enganara-se… Era simplesmente o carteiro… ‘Mas o carteiro só costuma vir às dezoito…’ Olhou para o relógio… Dezoito horas… Tinha dormido duas horas e não se tinha apercebido…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fechou a porta… Era um “pacote”… De quem seria?! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De repente, o pacote caiu no chão… Tiago estava perplexo… Era de Marta…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim que se recompôs, agarrou o pacote… e pensou… “… momento certo…” E esboçou um sorriso… ‘São mesmo coisas à Marta…’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentou-se no sofá e abriu o pacote…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se ele estava atordoado ainda mais ficou quando ao abrir o pacote se depara com um livro… Livro este da autoria de Marta… com a indicação de “um de cinquenta exemplares”… e com o seguinte título: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Os que um dia, me ajudaram a sorrir...”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;P.S.: Pra bom entendedor, meia palavra basta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23876955-4725309578670304615?l=lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/feeds/4725309578670304615/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23876955&amp;postID=4725309578670304615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/4725309578670304615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/4725309578670304615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/2007/08/momento-certo.html' title='Momento Certo...'/><author><name>Diana Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347449083107990255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0004/844/501/Iw4ETb844501-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_arJ0k4lZIcg/RrsNgMar9II/AAAAAAAAABs/hc00TSnHB_k/s72-c/Geoffroy-Demarquet18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23876955.post-4259015214435155794</id><published>2007-07-31T03:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T13:27:54.897+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rapariga de Sucessos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_arJ0k4lZIcg/Rq8qH8ar9HI/AAAAAAAAABk/cNgFPp05oR8/s1600-h/173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_arJ0k4lZIcg/Rq8qH8ar9HI/AAAAAAAAABk/cNgFPp05oR8/s320/173.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093336019544831090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acabei o &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;curso&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Nunca chumbei... Nem deixei cadeiras em atraso... Sempre boas notas...&lt;br /&gt;Sou Enfermeira... Há procura de emprego, mas sou... E vou arranjar...&lt;br /&gt;E Terminei com boa nota...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saúde&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Eczema atópico... Umas (frequentes) dores de estômago... (estômago muito sensível) =P... Sinusite, que implica umas valentes dores de cabeça...&lt;br /&gt;Mas nada por aí além... Dá pra suportar bem e viver a vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dinheiro&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Não sou rica... Apesar de muita gente achar e dizer que sim... Eu pergunto-me onde estarão então a mansão,a limusina ou o Z3, os empregados... Enfim...&lt;br /&gt;O que costumo dizer é que não sou rica... Mas também não sou pobre... Dá para viver... Graças, é claro, ao suor dos meus pais... Porque o que temos, não foi de mão beijada... Foi à custa de muito trabalho... E, entretanto, é a minha vez de retribuir tudo isto =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Família&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Tenho os meus problemas... Pessoas que já não me consideram "família" por eu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; ter apoiado a minha avó &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(eu e os meus pais), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;quando ela se decidiu juntar com um senhor,ela que já é viúva há 12 anos e que tirando a parte das "filhas", raramente foi feliz...&lt;br /&gt;Mas em compensação... Tenho uns pais que me apoiam (incondicionalmente) e fazem tudo por mim... Tenho muito orgulho neles e são o meu grande Porto de Abrigo... Tenho os melhores pais do mundo e mais não poderia pedir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amigos&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Poucos... Mas grandiosos, fantásticos e bons... acima de tudo...&lt;br /&gt;Que estão lá em todos os momentos... Bons e maus...&lt;br /&gt;Que não se deixam influenciar por aquilo que os outros dizem... Porque me conhecem verdadeiramente e sabem como eu sou... E isso para mim basta...&lt;br /&gt;Não preciso de referir quem são porque eu sei que vocês sabem quem são...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faltam aqui campos, sim...&lt;br /&gt;Não vou dizer que não...&lt;br /&gt;Mas neste momento...&lt;br /&gt;Posso dizer...&lt;br /&gt;Alegremente...&lt;br /&gt;Que...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;feliz assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23876955-4259015214435155794?l=lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/feeds/4259015214435155794/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23876955&amp;postID=4259015214435155794&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/4259015214435155794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/4259015214435155794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/2007/07/rapariga-de-sucessos.html' title='Rapariga de Sucessos...'/><author><name>Diana Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347449083107990255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0004/844/501/Iw4ETb844501-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_arJ0k4lZIcg/Rq8qH8ar9HI/AAAAAAAAABk/cNgFPp05oR8/s72-c/173.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23876955.post-814667528627144840</id><published>2007-07-27T21:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T13:55:27.653+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O fim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Sr.ª Enfermeira Diana Rute Silva Santos”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi assim que hoje me chamaram ao palco do auditório da ESTG pra receber o diploma… &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim tudo terminou…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um percurso de 4 longos anos…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com alegrias e tristezas, momentos de felicidade e de sofrimento pelo meio…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fez-se amizades… Algumas para o resto da vida…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganhei uma família… que agora tanto me está a custar deixar…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foram muitas as lágrimas derramadas… Pois conseguimos alcançar o nosso sonho, depois de muito esforço e dedicação… Mas também pelos bons momentos que passamos todos juntos que custaram relembrar… Até porque se sabe que nunca mais os ‘teremos’… bem… talvez um dia… &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;A partir de hoje, o traje fica guardado no ‘fundo do armário’… Aquele traje que por tantos momentos passou… E que agora fica como que esquecido… &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada a todos por tudo… TL8 será sempre o TL8… A turma ‘especial’… =)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada também àqueles que estiveram comigo ao longo desta caminhada… Sem vocês, tudo teria sido muito mais difícil…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada aos que viveram, hoje, comigo, este ‘melting pot’ de emoções…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Os mais importantes…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Parreirinha… Estarás sempre presente no meu coração… És daquelas pessoas que, apesar de saber que nunca nos separaremos porque as tecnologias servem para alguma coisa, és um dos grandes motivos porque dói tanto deixar tudo isto… &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mary… Como se não bastasse o dia que foi, tinhas que me fazer chorar feita parva com o cd que me deste… Obrigada =’) As palavras que dirigi à parreira também são para ti…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mafalda… Ai que maluca… Olha que quero ir ao teu casamento… Somos as maiores carago… 19 na mono =)  E  vamo-nos juntar varias vezes...  Espero...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lara… Vê lá se vais dando notícias… Agora vai para Figueiró e esquecete de nós =P  Boa  sorte e tambem espero que nos juntemos varias vezes...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pedro… Mantenho aquilo que te disse no Furadouro… =) Eu estarei sempre aqui… Se voltares prós Açores, não te esqueças de mim, tá?! =’) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mauro… O grande Maurão… A pessoa que consegue encontrar uma piada em qualquer coisa que se diga… Pó Talco!!! És demais… Não te esqueças de nós tá!? Boa viagem para Madeira… E que grande discurso… Todos Adoraram =)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Beta… Obrigado por me teres ouvido em tantos momentos nestes últimos tempos… Uma ouvinte incansável… Custa-me saber que vai ser difícil nos encontrarmos daqui para a frente… Obrigada linda =)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Susy… Nunca me irei esquecer da nossa viagem às Canárias… És demais… Uma amiga 5 estrelas… =) Que tudo te corra pelo melhor... Vou sentir a tua falta... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Sílvia… A maníaca das fotos… lololol… A menina que me marcou por me ter dado um beijo (na cara) assim, sem mais nem menos (e sem saber o que se estava a passar comigo e como me encontrava psicologicamente)… Eu sei que não sabes deste facto… Mas é a pura verdade =) És uma lutadora incrível… Boa Sorte Linda... Ja sinto saudades tuas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23876955-814667528627144840?l=lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/feeds/814667528627144840/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23876955&amp;postID=814667528627144840&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/814667528627144840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/814667528627144840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/2007/07/sr.html' title='O fim...'/><author><name>Diana Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347449083107990255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0004/844/501/Iw4ETb844501-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23876955.post-4828255260250320395</id><published>2007-06-17T19:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T19:48:54.155+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate Me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_qtf-JeaNM8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_qtf-JeaNM8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to block out thoughts of you so I don’t lose my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt; They crawl in like a cockroach leaving babies in my bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt; Dropping little reels of tape to remind me that I’m alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt; Playing movies in my head that make a porno feel like home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt; There's a burning in my pride, a nervous bleeding in my brain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt; An ounce of peace is all I want for you. Will you never call again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt; And will you never say that you love me just to put it in my face?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt; And will you never try to reach me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt; It is I that wanted space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt; Hate me today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt; Hate me tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt; Hate me so you can finally see what’s good for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt; I’m sober now for 3 whole months it’s one accomplishment that you helped me with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt; The one thing that always tore us apart is the one thing I won’t touch again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt; In a sick way I want to thank you for holding my head up late at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt; While I was busy waging wars on myself, you were trying to stop the fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt; You never doubted my warped opinions on things like suicidal hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt; You made me compliment myself when it was way too hard to take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt; So I’ll drive so fucking far away that I never cross your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt; And do whatever it takes in your heart to leave me behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt; Hate me today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt; Hate me tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt; Hate me for all the things I didn’t do for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt; Hate me in ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt; Yeah ways hard to swallow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt; Hate me so you can finally see what’s good for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt; And with a sad heart I say bye to you and wave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt; Kicking shadows on the street for every mistake that I had made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt; And like a baby boy I never was a man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt; Until I saw your blue eyes cry and I held your face in my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt; And then I fell down yelling “Make it go away!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt; Just make a smile come back and shine just like it used to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt; And then she whispered “How can you do this to me?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt; Hate me today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt; Hate me tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt; Hate me for all the things I didn’t do for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt; Hate me in ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt; Yeah ways hard to swallow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt; Hate me so you can finally see what’s good for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blue October&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:10;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23876955-4828255260250320395?l=lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/feeds/4828255260250320395/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23876955&amp;postID=4828255260250320395&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/4828255260250320395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/4828255260250320395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/2007/06/hate-me.html' title='Hate Me...'/><author><name>Diana Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347449083107990255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0004/844/501/Iw4ETb844501-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23876955.post-7202137744340674264</id><published>2007-06-11T17:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T20:12:47.914+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Os Melhores Amigos do Mundo e Arredores...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_arJ0k4lZIcg/Rm2CTgEN_xI/AAAAAAAAABc/xj2gIYUQVEM/s1600-h/Parabens+Diana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_arJ0k4lZIcg/Rm2CTgEN_xI/AAAAAAAAABc/xj2gIYUQVEM/s320/Parabens+Diana.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074855626653171474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora ora...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que dizer..?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que vocês são incríveis, espectaculares, fantásticos, do melhor que existe por aí...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quero agradecer desde já a vossa presença no meu jantar... (Sim Pedro, não foste mas tas cá dentro à mesma, tá? =P)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quero agradecer à &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marina &lt;/span&gt;pela camisola... Mt linda e tava a ver que não era desta que matavamos saudades... =P&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero agradecer à &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Parreirinha&lt;/span&gt;, à &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mary&lt;/span&gt;, à &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mafalda&lt;/span&gt;, à &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lara &lt;/span&gt;e à &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beta &lt;/span&gt;pela linda ovelha fofinha que me deram... ADOREI =) Eu e os peluches XD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente quero agradecer ao Cristóvão, ao Jorge, à Dani, à Carolina, ao Pedro, ao Beto, à Pinto, ao Colaço, ao Carlitos e ao Vitó pelo mp3 e principalmente pelas musicas dedicadas... Fiquei muito emocionada com a música por todos vós dedicada... assim como as músicas que depois cada um de vós escolheu para mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(por ordem no leitor de mp3 =P pra não haver brigas):&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dialectos da Ternura&lt;/span&gt; (Da Weasel) - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Beto&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Cry&lt;/span&gt; (original version) (Gun's N' Roses) - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Pedro&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drive&lt;/span&gt; (Live at the Edgefest 2006) (Incubus) - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Jorge&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put Your Hands Up For Detroit&lt;/span&gt; (Fedde Le Grand) - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Daniela&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;K-Os&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;) - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daniela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Last Summer&lt;/span&gt; (Lostprophets) - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carolina&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scotty Doesn't Know &lt;/span&gt;(Lustra) - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jorge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mentira&lt;/span&gt; (João Pedro Pais) - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ana Pinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pele &lt;/span&gt;(Pólo Norte) - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carlos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Prison Break - Fall Finale - It's Not Over &lt;/span&gt;(Chris Daughtry) - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cristóvão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rebellion (Lies)&lt;/span&gt; (The Arcade Fire) - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carolina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll Be There For You&lt;/span&gt; (The Rembrants) - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cristóvão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Toxicity&lt;/span&gt; (System Of A Down) - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vitó&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sou o Ruca&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carlos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Angry Mob&lt;/span&gt; (Kaiser Chiefs) - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Colaço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como ouvi dizer que deu houve um erro e que faltavam músicas, se faltar a de alguém, façam o favor de dizer =)&lt;br /&gt;Ah, e se mais alguém quiser dedicar uma música, tão à vontade =P =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada pela fantástica noite!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos pra todos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23876955-7202137744340674264?l=lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/feeds/7202137744340674264/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23876955&amp;postID=7202137744340674264&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/7202137744340674264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/7202137744340674264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/2007/06/os-melhores-amigos-do-mundo-e-arredores.html' title='Os Melhores Amigos do Mundo e Arredores...'/><author><name>Diana Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347449083107990255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0004/844/501/Iw4ETb844501-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_arJ0k4lZIcg/Rm2CTgEN_xI/AAAAAAAAABc/xj2gIYUQVEM/s72-c/Parabens+Diana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23876955.post-2173476842282800583</id><published>2007-05-24T16:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T18:12:52.695+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O aproximar do fim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_arJ0k4lZIcg/RlXG3iCqZAI/AAAAAAAAABU/pH-3kcZQNVU/s1600-h/ben%C3%A7ao.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_arJ0k4lZIcg/RlXG3iCqZAI/AAAAAAAAABU/pH-3kcZQNVU/s320/ben%C3%A7ao.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068175613008438274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dia 19&lt;/span&gt;... O dia da benção das pastas dos finalistas... E eu era uma delas...&lt;br /&gt;Um dia cheio de sentimento e emoções à flor da pele...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O receber as fitas que ainda me faltavam... Acho que todos se uniram pra me fazerem chorar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O receber a pasta pelas minhas "madrinhas da pasta" Parreirinha e Miana... Foi único... Tínhamos que chorar... =P&lt;br /&gt;O relembrar dos 4 anos que passaram... Das coisas boas e das coisas menos boas... Das dificuldades e obstáculos que me surgiram ao longo deste percurso... Que me fizeram crescer e ser a pessoa que hoje sou...&lt;br /&gt;O encontro ao pé da câmara... convívio... fotos...&lt;br /&gt;O desfile até à sé... Os últimos gritos e cânticos...&lt;br /&gt;A recepção na sé... De cortar a respiração...&lt;br /&gt;A missa da benção... As palavras proferidas... As lágrimas que teimaram em sair...&lt;br /&gt;As fotos... Os abraços... O voltar a relembrar... E a chorar...&lt;br /&gt;O último "trajar"...&lt;br /&gt;E o diploma dos meus amigos que acabou com o resto XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi um dia memorável... e inesquecível...&lt;br /&gt;E pensar que falta apenas um estágio e o trabalho de final de curso (a famosa monografia) para que esta etapa termine...&lt;br /&gt;No final, ficam apenas as memórias... e as amizades...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pediram-nos (aos finalistas) para escolhermos a pessoa significativa pra nos levar a pasta... Escolhi a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Parreirinha&lt;/span&gt; e a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miana&lt;/span&gt; pelo simples facto de que elas são um dos pilares da minha vida... ajudaram-me imenso... e sei que sem elas tudo teria sido muito mais difícil e talvez não tivesse conseguído chegar onde cheguei... tanto a nível escolar como a nível pessoal... E esta foi uma das formas que encontrei para lhes agradecer... OBRIGADA!&lt;br /&gt;Mas também poderia ter escolhido um outro pilar... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Os Meus Pais&lt;/span&gt;... que me apoiaram em todos os níveis e que sei que sem eles não teria conseguído pois afinal foram eles que me pagaram o curso... E eu sei que eles sabem que são muito importantes para mim e tenho o resto da minha vida pra lhes agradecer... :p&lt;br /&gt;Depois ainda existe um outro pilar constituído pelos amigos que estiveram presentes apenas nos dois últimos anos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; da minha vida académica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, pois foi a altura em que os conheci (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PLG &amp; FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt;) =P ... Que me ouviram e também apoiaram... e onde eu também fui buscar força e coragem...&lt;br /&gt;Por fim, temos os &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;amigos e colegas de turma&lt;/span&gt; que estiveram sempre presente na minha vida académica, tanto em aulas e trabalhos... como em jantaradas e borgas... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Obrigada a Todos!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem vocês, eu nada seria... Devo-vos quase tudo... Não tudo, porque também conto para alguma coisa :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos e Abraços =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Obrigada a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ti&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;que me deste força e coragem em certos momentos e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;que estiveste só na parte final, não deixando de ser menos importante por isso... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23876955-2173476842282800583?l=lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/feeds/2173476842282800583/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23876955&amp;postID=2173476842282800583&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/2173476842282800583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/2173476842282800583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/2007/05/o-aproximar-do-fim.html' title='O aproximar do fim...'/><author><name>Diana Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347449083107990255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0004/844/501/Iw4ETb844501-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_arJ0k4lZIcg/RlXG3iCqZAI/AAAAAAAAABU/pH-3kcZQNVU/s72-c/ben%C3%A7ao.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23876955.post-4803784214636214762</id><published>2007-05-01T16:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T16:25:06.341+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Relógio de Bolso...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_arJ0k4lZIcg/RjdblQ8wiAI/AAAAAAAAABM/jOXKQjXXF6w/s1600-h/relogio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_arJ0k4lZIcg/RjdblQ8wiAI/AAAAAAAAABM/jOXKQjXXF6w/s320/relogio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059613402137135106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As horas nunca tinham custado tanto a passar com hoje. Parece que a ansiedade, combinada com a impaciência, fazia com que os ponteiros do relógio andassem mais devagar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tudo me parecia estar a incomodar, sentia os sapatos a apertarem-me, a gravata parecia que tinha um contador que, a cada segundo, me ia sufocando cada vez mais e, até o meu chapéu de coco, que sempre me ficara bem, hoje parecia que se encaixava melhor à cabeça de um jumento do que à minha. E o eléctrico que todos os dias ia apinhado, hoje parecia estar ainda mais lotado, estando eu mesmo no meio daquele concentrado de gente. “Como será que ela irá reagir? Será que sente o mesmo?” pensava eu para comigo enquanto dava mais uma espreitadela ao relógio de bolso.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;O eléctrico teimava em não querer acelerar o passo e eu começava a pensar que quando chegasse ao pé dela, o ramo de flores que trazia, já estaria murcho. Eu sabia que não estava atrasado mas a ânsia estava cada vez mais a descontrolar-me. Tinha de me abstrair depressa se não rebentava.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Foi então que ao olhar em meu redor reparei que havia coisas que me lembravam a presença dela. A sombrinha azul da senhora que estava atrás de mim lembrou-me da vez em que nos molhámos dos pés à cabeça e tivemos que ir a pé para casa, o óculo do senhor de fraque que estava ao meu lado esquerdo lembrou-me do Sargento Jordão, um dos homens de mau carácter que faz parte do passado dela porque lhe roubou o coração e a fez sofrer logo a seguir, a criança sentada ao colo da mãe e com um barquinho na mão fez-me lembrar da primeira vez que fomos à praia com os amigos em comum e ela, vestida com o seu fato de banho um pouco acima do joelho, entrou sempre de maneira alegre e simpática nas nossas brincadeiras de rapazes, não se importando de perder a sua compostura de senhora em favorecimento da diversão. À minha frente, lá ao fundo, o condutor do eléctrico fez-me lembrar das vezes em que nós os dois íamos para a estação dos comboios e ficávamos ali sentados a tarde toda simplesmente a conversar e a admirar as diferentes “figuras” que por ali passavam (nobres de nariz empinado, estudantes de pouco estudo, crianças com birras, mães sem paciência para as mesmas, caixeiros viajantes que perdiam as bagagens ou simplesmente aqueles atrasados que ainda corriam atrás do comboio).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eram tantas as ligações que eu ali encontrava que me abstrai por momentos de tudo, inclusive do sitio onde deveria ter saído do eléctrico, mas apesar de a única solução que arranjei foi ter saído do eléctrico em andamento, não me preocupei ter “estado” aqueles momentos com ela fez-me perder por completo a ânsia e a impaciência que tinha. &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A caminho do local onde eu tinha mandado recado para nos encontrarmos, passei por um café que tinha como musica de fundo no giradiscos a “In The Mood” de Glenn Miller, uma das músicas que ela adorava e que eu associava sempre a imagem de a ver dançar, sempre acompanhada do seu sorriso e da boa disposição, que tendo ela a vida como madrasta, tinha sempre força e coragem para continuar em frente.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Apreciei um pouco a música e continuei depois até chegar ao local marcado. Acabara por chegar minutos antes da hora ao banco do jardim que tinha vista para a cidade. Era um dos locais onde também costumávamos estar a conversar sobre os problemas de cada um e a apoiarmo-nos mutuamente. O verde do jardim que estava atrás de mim fazia contraste com o branco e cinzento da cidade que estava à minha frente. Todo o espaço me parecia diferente hoje, os prédios pareciam ter ganho mais altura e magnificência e à minha frente do outro lado da rua, o local onde se fazia o envio e recepção de encomendas, tinha ganho um brilho especial.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;O sol a bater de frente para o balcão, a empregada loira que encantava os clientes, tanto ao telefone como ao balcão e no fundo uma pessoa a ordenar as encomendas de forma organizada formavam uma imagem do dia-a-dia que seria um bom mote para uma pintura de um quadro.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Apesar do contraste em meu redor, tudo me dava a entender que aquele era o sítio e o momento certo para lhe dizer o que sentia, e eu não parava de pensar na maneira como lhe iria dizer. De súbito por entre os pensamentos ouvi uma voz que me perguntou: “Para quem é esse ramo de flores?”, perguntou ela na sua maneira simples e meiga à medida que se aproximava de mim.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A ânsia tinha voltado e, por momentos, fiquei sem palavras e sem saber o que fazer, mas depressa me recompus ao reparar no seu sorriso.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- É para alguém especial… É para ti! Preciso de te dizer uma coisa que sinto.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Sim, eu sei! – Respondeu ela com um olhar e um sorriso de quem já sabia o que eu iria dizer e que também sentia o mesmo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Nesse momento, nessa troca de olhares e feições, meio envergonhados, tudo o que estava à nossa volta abrandou, mostrando que o relógio de bolso estava finalmente em sintonia com o mundo exterior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;By CT Carvalheiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23876955-4803784214636214762?l=lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/feeds/4803784214636214762/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23876955&amp;postID=4803784214636214762&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/4803784214636214762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/4803784214636214762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/2007/05/relgio-de-bolso.html' title='Relógio de Bolso...'/><author><name>Diana Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347449083107990255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0004/844/501/Iw4ETb844501-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_arJ0k4lZIcg/RjdblQ8wiAI/AAAAAAAAABM/jOXKQjXXF6w/s72-c/relogio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23876955.post-4419757157914043791</id><published>2007-04-09T16:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T17:54:58.838+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Viagem de Finalistas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arJ0k4lZIcg/RhpqypQ_WVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/3dIorcBt0XQ/s1600-h/roda.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 204px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arJ0k4lZIcg/RhpqypQ_WVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/3dIorcBt0XQ/s320/roda.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051467350352550226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_arJ0k4lZIcg/Rhpt7ZQ_WYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PCNu7YCCrok/s1600-h/roda2.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_arJ0k4lZIcg/Rhpt7ZQ_WYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PCNu7YCCrok/s1600-h/roda2.JPG"&gt;                                                    &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 172px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_arJ0k4lZIcg/Rhpt7ZQ_WYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PCNu7YCCrok/s320/roda2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051470799211288962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem como todos sabem, a minha viagem de finalistas teve como destino Gran Canária... Tempo espectacular, calor de morrer, enfim, melhor era quase impossível ;p&lt;br /&gt;Por ordem circular da foto: Parreirinha, Eu, Miana, Susana, Marta, Daniela e Rute... 7 raparigas com o lema "Diversão Sempre" e "Aproveitar ao Máximo"...&lt;br /&gt;Foi uma semana espectacular... Fomos à praia, fomos à piscina, jacuzi, andamos de submarino, andamos nas dunas, fizemos karaoke, demos espectáculo com uma banda ao vivo :p, fomos à discoteca Pacha sem pagar, conhecemos finalistas de pilav portugueses, conhecemos portugueses que trabalham la, estabelecemos contacto com canários =P... Enfim, divertimo-nos, aproveitámos ao máximo... Foram umas ferias espectaculares... Éramos um grupo e tanto!!!&lt;br /&gt;Só tenho a agradecer às minhas companheiras de viagem porque sem elas aquilo não teria sido o mesmo... Vocês são OTAMENTE!!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;Pra quem não foi e quer saber mais pormenores, pergunte... Pode ser que nos apeteça contar =P&lt;br /&gt;Beijos pra todas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23876955-4419757157914043791?l=lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/feeds/4419757157914043791/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23876955&amp;postID=4419757157914043791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/4419757157914043791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/4419757157914043791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/2007/04/viagem-de-finalistas.html' title='Viagem de Finalistas...'/><author><name>Diana Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347449083107990255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0004/844/501/Iw4ETb844501-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arJ0k4lZIcg/RhpqypQ_WVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/3dIorcBt0XQ/s72-c/roda.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23876955.post-3480283061806089685</id><published>2007-03-28T00:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T00:37:35.235+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Amontoado de Livros...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_arJ0k4lZIcg/Rgmmz3-OtcI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hbL7k20-W0I/s1600-h/sara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_arJ0k4lZIcg/Rgmmz3-OtcI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hbL7k20-W0I/s320/sara.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046748267573851586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Sara encontrava-se melancólica…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sabia o que fazer…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precisava de se ocupar com algo…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levantou-se do seu puff, que tinha lugar num canto do seu quarto, e dirigiu-se à janela… Ninguém na rua… Suspirou…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminhou pela sua casa situada numa aldeia do interior na esperança de encontrar algo que ocupasse a sua mente… Nada… &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abriu e fechou portas, gavetas… A monotonia era cada vez maior…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regressou ao quarto… Olhou para o amontoado de livros de direito que se encontravam sobre a sua secretária de pinho e, num impulso de revolta, derrubou-os como se de um monte de lixo se tratasse…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os livros caíram ao chão, desamparados, espalhando-se como uma gota de água…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara permaneceu imóvel durante alguns segundos… Assim que se apercebeu do que acabara de fazer, caminhou em direcção aos livros como se um sentimento de culpa a tivesse invadido…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baixou-se lentamente e começou a recolher os livros um a um, livros esses que os seus pais lhe tinham dado com tanto esforço, amor e carinho para facilitar a compreensão e aprendizagem de alguma teoria do seu curso de Advocacia…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No meio daquele amontoado de livros, emerge, como que por magia, uma foto…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma foto não muito antiga… Teria no máximo dois anos…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nela encontravam-se pessoas muito importantes para Sara… Algumas delas via-as frequentemente… outras nem por isso… &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pousou os livros que tinha na mão sobre a cama de solteira e sentou-se no chão de madeira… Começou a vasculhar entre os restantes livros que se encontravam ainda no chão… As fotos iam surgindo aos poucos e poucos… Fotos de momentos inesquecíveis… fotos de diversão… espírito de sacrifício… de companheirismo… de amizade… fotos de momentos que nunca mais se tornariam a repetir…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas que se separaram devido a maneiras diferentes de pensar, colegas que não passavam de meros colegas… amigos que se separaram devido a rumos diferentes que a vida os obrigou a tomar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Sara apercebeu-se então de que fileiras de lágrimas percorriam a sua face rosada e macia… Chorava e nem tinha dado por isso…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Sara tinha saudades… Queria voltar atrás no tempo… Queria ter conseguido por a funcionar a máquina do tempo que um dia pensou construir… Sara queria que aqueles tempos regressassem… Mas era impossível… Infelizmente…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apeteceu-lhe telefonar a todos eles e dizer-lhes o quanto eles tinham sido e ainda eram importantes para ela, apesar de tudo…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o medo de que do outro lado da linha não a reconhecessem, o medo de já ter sido esquecida foi maior…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então recolheu-se no seu interior… e chorou… Chorou com mais intensidade… Chorou até as lágrimas secarem… Até à fadiga tomar conta do seu corpo…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E então… Adormeceu…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara sonhou então com os bons velhos tempos… &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde o futuro não chega… E onde o presente não se torna passado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23876955-3480283061806089685?l=lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/feeds/3480283061806089685/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23876955&amp;postID=3480283061806089685&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/3480283061806089685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/3480283061806089685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/2007/03/o-amontoado-de-livros.html' title='O Amontoado de Livros...'/><author><name>Diana Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347449083107990255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0004/844/501/Iw4ETb844501-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_arJ0k4lZIcg/Rgmmz3-OtcI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hbL7k20-W0I/s72-c/sara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23876955.post-4911965688782588418</id><published>2007-03-21T20:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-21T21:29:09.671Z</updated><title type='text'>O tempo que nos resta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_arJ0k4lZIcg/RgGjdxeuOdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/L_I7R37El94/s1600-h/bleach_rukia0060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_arJ0k4lZIcg/RgGjdxeuOdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/L_I7R37El94/s320/bleach_rukia0060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044492789525395922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 5pt 22.5pt;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;De súbito sabemos que é já tarde. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin: 5pt 22.5pt;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Quando a luz se faz outra, quando os ramos da árvore que somos soltam folhas e o sangue que tínhamos não arde como ardia, sabemos que viemos e que vamos. Que não será aqui a nossa festa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin: 5pt 22.5pt;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;De súbito chegamos a saber  que andávamos sozinhos. De súbito vemos sem sombra alguma que não existe aquilo em que nos apoiávamos. A solidão deixou de ser um nome apenas. Tocamo-la, empurra-nos e agride-nos. Dói. Dói tanto! E parece-nos que há um mundo inteiro a gritar de dor, e que à nossa volta quase todos sofrem e são sós.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin: 5pt 22.5pt;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Temos de ter, necessariamente, uma alma. Se não, onde se alojaria este frio que não está no corpo?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin: 5pt 22.5pt;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Rimos e sabemos que não é verdade. Falamos e sabemos que não somos nós quem fala. Já não acreditamos naquilo que todos dizem. Os jornais caem-nos das mãos. Sabemos que aquilo que todos fazem conduz ao vazio que todos têm.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin: 5pt 22.5pt;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Poderíamos continuar adormecidos, distraídos, entretidos. Como os outros. Mas naquele momento vemos com clareza que tudo terá de ser diferente. Que teremos de fazer qualquer coisa semelhante a levantarmo-nos de um charco. Qualquer coisa como empreender uma viagem até ao castelo distante onde temos uma herança de nobreza a receber.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin: 5pt 22.5pt;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;O tempo que nos resta é de aventura. E temos de andar depressa. Não sabemos se esse tempo que ainda temos é bastante.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin: 5pt 22.5pt;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;E de súbito descobrimos que temos de escolher aquilo que antes havíamos desprezado. Há uma imensa fome de verdade a gritar sem ruído, uma vontade grande de não mais ter medo, o reconhecimento de que é preciso baixar a fronte e pedir ajuda. E perguntar o caminho.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin: 5pt 22.5pt;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ficamos a saber que pouco se aproveita de tudo o que fizemos, de tudo o que nos deram, de tudo o que conseguimos. E há um poema, que devíamos ter dito e não dissemos, a morder a recordação dos nossos gestos. As mãos, vazias, tristemente caídas ao longo do corpo. Mãos talvez sujas. Sujas talvez de dores alheias.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin: 5pt 22.5pt;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;E o fundo de nós vomita para diante do nosso olhar aquelas coisas que fizemos e tínhamos tentado esquecer. São, algumas delas, figuras monstruosas, muito negras, que se agitam numa dança animalesca. Não as queremos, mas estão cá dentro. São obra nossa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin: 5pt 22.5pt;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Detestarmo-nos a nós mesmos é bastante mais fácil do que parece, mas sabemos que também isso é um ponto da viagem e que não nos podemos deter aí.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin: 5pt 22.5pt;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Agora o tempo que nos resta deve ser povoado de espingardas. Lutar contra nós mesmos era o que devíamos ter aprendido desde o início. Todo o tempo deve ser agora de coragem. De combate. Os nossos direitos, o conforto e a segurança? Deixem-nos rir... Já não caímos nisso! Doravante o tempo é de buscar deveres dos bons. De complicar a vida. De dar até que comece a doer-nos. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin: 5pt 22.5pt;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;E, depois, continuar até que doa mais. Até que doa tudo. Não queremos perder nem mais uma gota de alegria, nem mais um fio de sol na alma, nem mais um instante do tempo que nos resta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 5pt 22.5pt;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 5pt 22.5pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Paulo Geraldo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23876955-4911965688782588418?l=lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/feeds/4911965688782588418/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23876955&amp;postID=4911965688782588418&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/4911965688782588418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/4911965688782588418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/2007/03/o-tempo-que-nos-resta.html' title='O tempo que nos resta...'/><author><name>Diana Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347449083107990255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0004/844/501/Iw4ETb844501-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_arJ0k4lZIcg/RgGjdxeuOdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/L_I7R37El94/s72-c/bleach_rukia0060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23876955.post-3430732248809748275</id><published>2007-03-19T22:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-19T22:33:57.361Z</updated><title type='text'>Courage</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: left;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Esta música foi usada por uma grande amiga minha num vídeo sobre anorexia... Pra quem não sabe esta letra foi composta por uma pessoa que está a combater esta mesma doença.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Deixo-vos aqui a música... Claro que o filme não é o da minha grande amiga... Porque o da minha amiga tá OTAMENTE!!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; P.S.: Mary, cada vez que vejo o teu filme, arrepio-me dos pés à cabeça... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zcHMGAfT4GE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zcHMGAfT4GE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I told another lie today&lt;br /&gt;And I got through this day&lt;br /&gt;No one saw through my games&lt;br /&gt;I know the right words to say&lt;br /&gt;Like "I don't feel well," "I ate before I came"&lt;br /&gt;Then someone tells me how good I look&lt;br /&gt;And for a moment, for a moment I am happy&lt;br /&gt;But when I'm alone, no one hears me cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you to know&lt;br /&gt;I'm not through the night&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'm still fighting to walk towards the light&lt;br /&gt;I need you to know&lt;br /&gt;That we'll be OK&lt;br /&gt;Together we can make it through another day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know the first time I felt unbeautiful&lt;br /&gt;The day I chose not to eat&lt;br /&gt;What I do know is how I've changed my life forever&lt;br /&gt;I know I should know better&lt;br /&gt;There are days when I'm OK&lt;br /&gt;And for a moment, for a moment I find hope&lt;br /&gt;But there are days when I'm not OK&lt;br /&gt;And I need your help&lt;br /&gt;So I'm letting go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you to know&lt;br /&gt;I'm not through the night&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'm still fighting to walk towards the light&lt;br /&gt;I need you to know&lt;br /&gt;That we'll be OK&lt;br /&gt;Together we can make it through another day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should know you're not on your own&lt;br /&gt;These secrets are walls that keep us alone&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when but I know now&lt;br /&gt;Together we'll make it through somehow&lt;br /&gt;(together we'll make it through somehow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you to know&lt;br /&gt;I'm not through the night&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'm still fighting to walk towards the light&lt;br /&gt;I need you to know&lt;br /&gt;That we'll be OK&lt;br /&gt;Together we can make it through another day&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: right;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Superchick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23876955-3430732248809748275?l=lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/feeds/3430732248809748275/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23876955&amp;postID=3430732248809748275&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/3430732248809748275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/3430732248809748275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/2007/03/courage.html' title='Courage'/><author><name>Diana Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347449083107990255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0004/844/501/Iw4ETb844501-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23876955.post-1685024376137624377</id><published>2007-03-11T21:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-11T21:54:20.959Z</updated><title type='text'>How To Save A Life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/en08-BtscD0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/en08-BtscD0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step one you say we need to talk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walks you say sit down it's just a talk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiles politely back at you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stare politely right on through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some sort of window to your right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he goes left and you stay right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between the lines of fear and blame &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you begin to wonder why you came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Somewhere along in the bitterness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And I would have stayed up with you all night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Had I known how to save a life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Let him know that you know best &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Cause after all you do know best &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Try to slip past his defense &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Without granting innocence &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Lay down a list of what is wrong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; The things you've told him all along &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And pray to God he hears you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And pray to God he hears you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Somewhere along in the bitterness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And I would have stayed up with you all night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Had I known how to save a life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; As he begins to raise his voice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; You lower yours and grant him one last choice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Drive until you lose the road &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Or break with the ones you've followed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; He will do one of two things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; He will admit to everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Or he'll say he's just not the same &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And you'll begin to wonder why you came &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Somewhere along in the bitterness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And I would have stayed up with you all night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Had I known how to save a life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Fray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23876955-1685024376137624377?l=lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/feeds/1685024376137624377/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23876955&amp;postID=1685024376137624377&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/1685024376137624377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/1685024376137624377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/2007/03/how-to-save-life.html' title='How To Save A Life...'/><author><name>Diana Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347449083107990255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0004/844/501/Iw4ETb844501-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23876955.post-1752378352638571920</id><published>2007-03-08T23:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-09T00:55:47.150Z</updated><title type='text'>Resultados do Questionário...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arJ0k4lZIcg/RfCutJKfMXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5fEeQBybzFw/s1600-h/DSC01791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arJ0k4lZIcg/RfCutJKfMXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5fEeQBybzFw/s320/DSC01791.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039720073604837746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora desde já agradeço a quem perdeu um bocadinho do seu precioso tempo pra responder ao meu questionário...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Para quem não sabe e queira saber, vou então revelar quais as respostas certas e fazer um breve comentário acerca das respostas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chamo-me Diana Rute Silva Santos ( e não DA SILVA não é Dona Carolina e Senhor Pedro?!)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As minhas séries favoritas são o Lost, Heroes e Prison Break (nunca poderia ser Invasion simplesmente porque ainda não comecei a ver :p)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O que gosto mais de fazer é ver filmes (a grande maioria respondeu bem... MUITO BEM =D... estão atentos... XD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O livro que mais me marcou foi o Rosinha, Minha Canoa pois foi numa época muito complicada... Sei que o nome não puxa (eu sei que sim, pois o livro foi-me aconselhado e eu na altura pensei «está a gozar comigo, não?»... mas a verdade e que se revelou um livro com uma grande lição de vida...) mas acreditem que é um livro interessante... Aqui acertou a Parreirinha, o Cristóvão e o Jorge... Sim senhor, muito atentos!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quanto à negativa tenho a dizer que só uma pessoa é que acertou... (Beto, Muito Bem!!!) Pois é... A negativa foi a educação física e passo a explicar: 5º ano, turma TERRÍVEL... professor chega ao LIMITE e... Teste ESCRITO surpresa... Ora questões para lixar... Toda a turma tira nega... Teste é anulado e não conta pra nota... e ainda bem, senão lá se ia o meu 5 =D Portanto meus amigos, nunca tive nega a português e muito menos a matemática...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O meu medo é mesmo da solidão e esta questão foi acertada por todos... (porque será?!?! lololol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Relativamente ao instrumento musical, foi mesmo o piano... Ainda aprendi durante 3 anos... A flauta não conta... =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quanto ao local de trabalho, eu gostaria era mesmo de trabalhar no INEM!!! A conduzir as ambulâncias então... ui ui... lololol Só mesmo uma doida, né?? (então e o que é que eu sou...?) Aqui as respostas foram diversas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quanto à cor, é mesmo o rosa... Sim Jorge, tens alguma razão no que disseste e acredito que este também seja o ponto de vista do Beto... «O preto enquadra-se mais à minha personalidade (variações de humor e tal, estado de espírito... =P)»... Mas eu gostava de ser rosa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A ultima questão quase que foi o descalabro total!!! Os únicos a acertar foram a Parreirinha e o Pedro (Pedro podes ter tido 30, mas acertas-te a mais difícil =D...) Seria mesmo um irmão gémeo... Senhor Cristóvão, acha mesmo que seria uma irmã gémea?!?!?! Eu aturar-me a mim mesma?!?!?! Aí sim seria o descalabro completo XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pronto meus amigos, aqui fica um pouco de mim... Admito que fui mazinha no questionário, mas se fosse fácil não me teria dado o gozo que deu ao ler as vossas respostas lolololololololololol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Beijos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Pronto ok, não foi breve XD&lt;br /&gt;P.S.2: PARABENS PARREIRINHA!!!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23876955-1752378352638571920?l=lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/feeds/1752378352638571920/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23876955&amp;postID=1752378352638571920&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23876955.post-3722113280166012579</id><published>2007-02-27T02:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-27T02:37:47.433Z</updated><title type='text'>Vamos ver no que isto dá...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/77005"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friend/77005/2.gif" alt="Leaderboard" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Create your own Friend Test here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23876955-3722113280166012579?l=lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/feeds/3722113280166012579/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0004/844/501/Iw4ETb844501-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23876955.post-1093478256915127381</id><published>2007-02-15T18:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-15T18:50:41.616Z</updated><title type='text'>Keep Holding On</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: left;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/feaFoIzV9s4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/feaFoIzV9s4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;You're not alone&lt;br /&gt;Together we stand&lt;br /&gt;I'll be by your side&lt;br /&gt;You know I'll take your hand&lt;br /&gt;When it gets cold&lt;br /&gt;And it feels like the end&lt;br /&gt;There's no place to go&lt;br /&gt;You know I won't give in&lt;br /&gt;no I won't give in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep holdin' on&lt;br /&gt;Cause you know we'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;We'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;Just, stay strong&lt;br /&gt;Cause you know I'm here for you&lt;br /&gt;I'm here for you&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing you can say&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you can do&lt;br /&gt;There's no other way when it comes to the truth&lt;br /&gt;So, keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;Cause you know we'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;We'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far away&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were here&lt;br /&gt;Before it's too late&lt;br /&gt;This could all disappear&lt;br /&gt;Before the doors close&lt;br /&gt;And it comes to an end&lt;br /&gt;With you by my side&lt;br /&gt;I will fight and defend&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll fight and defend, yeah, yeah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; Keep holdin' on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; Cause you know we'll make it through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; We'll make it through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; Just, stay strong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; Cause you know I'm here for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; I'm here for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; There's nothing you could say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; Nothing you could do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; There's no other way when it comes to the truth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; So, keep holding on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; Cause you know we'll make it through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; We'll make it through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; Hear me when I say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; When I say I believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; Nothing's gonna change &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; Nothing's gonna change destiny &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; Whatever's meant to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; Will work out perfectly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; La da da da, la da da da da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; La da da da da da da da da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; Keep holdin' on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; Cause you know we'll make it through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; We'll make it through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; Just stay strong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; Cause you know I'm here for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; I'm here for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; There's nothing you could say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; Nothing you could do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; There's no other way when it comes to the truth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; So, keep holding on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; Cause you know we'll make it through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; We'll make it through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; Keep holdin' on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; Keep holdin' on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; There's nothing you could say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; Nothing you could do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; There's no other way when it comes to the truth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; So, keep holding on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; Cause you know we'll make it through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; We'll make it through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Avril Lavigne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23876955-1093478256915127381?l=lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/feeds/1093478256915127381/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23876955&amp;postID=1093478256915127381&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/1093478256915127381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/1093478256915127381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/2007/02/keep-holding-on_15.html' title='Keep Holding On'/><author><name>Diana Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347449083107990255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0004/844/501/Iw4ETb844501-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23876955.post-116898494315787814</id><published>2007-01-16T21:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-16T22:06:03.166Z</updated><title type='text'>Viver para ver!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1052/2158/1600/871846/DSCN0642.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1052/2158/320/595517/DSCN0642.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje apeteceu-me escrever...&lt;br /&gt;Tenho andado cá, mas ausente... de espírito...&lt;br /&gt;Questionando tudo e todos...&lt;br /&gt;Procurando respostas às minhas perguntas...&lt;br /&gt;Se as encontrei... Não sei...&lt;br /&gt;Mas sei que mudei...&lt;br /&gt;A vida mudou-me... (ou obrigou-me a mudar...)&lt;br /&gt;Assim como muda todos nós...&lt;br /&gt;Pouco ou muito... mas muda...&lt;br /&gt;Parei de lutar contra a vida...&lt;br /&gt;De a julgar...&lt;br /&gt;Pelo menos por agora...&lt;br /&gt;Decidi tomar o rumo dela...&lt;br /&gt;Claro que estando sempre no controlo de tudo... ou não...&lt;br /&gt;Cansei-me de chorar, gritar, lutar contra ela...&lt;br /&gt;Limitei-me a ouvi-la...&lt;br /&gt;E o mais engraçado... Compreendi-a...&lt;br /&gt;Percebi o porquê de tudo isto&lt;br /&gt;Tarde... mas percebi...&lt;br /&gt;E é neste momento&lt;br /&gt;Que sinto com mais intensidade&lt;br /&gt;Uma frase dita por alguém muito sábio&lt;br /&gt;"Tudo acontece por um motivo...&lt;br /&gt;Só demora tempo a perceber o porquê..."&lt;br /&gt;E eu demorei... e muito...&lt;br /&gt;Mas consegui...&lt;br /&gt;Claro que não digo que amanhã não a torne a questionar&lt;br /&gt;A lutar contra ela&lt;br /&gt;Mas pelo menos percebi esta etapa...&lt;br /&gt;E cresci muito com isso...&lt;br /&gt;Para o bem ou para o mal... mas cresci...&lt;br /&gt;E por mais que critiquem ou gozem&lt;br /&gt;Há alturas em que sinto que alguém está a guardar-me...&lt;br /&gt;A tomar conta de mim...&lt;br /&gt;Porque no meio de tanta desgraça...&lt;br /&gt;No meio de tanta tristeza...&lt;br /&gt;É como se eu tivesse tido sempre sorte...&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser de eu ser portuguesa&lt;br /&gt;Porque costuma-se dizer que "o português tem sempre sorte..."&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser... ou não...&lt;br /&gt;O que interessa é que sinto-me forte novamente...&lt;br /&gt;Confiante...&lt;br /&gt;Decidida a lutar pela minha felicidade...&lt;br /&gt;Porque como alguém me disse&lt;br /&gt;"Preocupa-te mais contigo ;)"&lt;br /&gt;Isto... Esta fase... até pode durar pouco tempo...&lt;br /&gt;Mas o passo já foi dado...&lt;br /&gt;Agora... é esperar...&lt;br /&gt;Neste caso... viver para ver!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23876955-116898494315787814?l=lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/feeds/116898494315787814/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23876955&amp;postID=116898494315787814&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/116898494315787814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/116898494315787814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/2007/01/viver-para-ver.html' title='Viver para ver!'/><author><name>Diana Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347449083107990255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0004/844/501/Iw4ETb844501-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23876955.post-116613860217849043</id><published>2006-12-14T22:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-14T23:34:27.190Z</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1052/2158/1600/140133/fgsfs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1052/2158/320/241286/fgsfs.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chegou ao fim (vá la, quase) uma fase da minha vida...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A parte teórica do curso já lá vai...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A última frequência...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O último estudo em conjunto...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As últimas "parvoeiras" associadas ao stress...&lt;br /&gt;As últimas aulas...&lt;br /&gt;As últimas secas...&lt;br /&gt;As últimas chatices da turma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Os últimos lanches...&lt;br /&gt;As últimas "faltas"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um último olhar sobre a sala cheia...&lt;br /&gt;Um último olhar sobre pessoas que provavelmente nunca mais voltarei a ver... umas que com certeza vão deixar saudades... outras que nem por isso...&lt;br /&gt;Pode parecer estúpido... Pode ser estúpido... Mas já sinto falta daquilo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda agora terminou... Mas as saudades já apertam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora é aproveitar as poucas férias que temos... Depois o lonnnngo estágio (final)...&lt;br /&gt;E depois se verá...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos pra todos... ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23876955-116613860217849043?l=lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/feeds/116613860217849043/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23876955&amp;postID=116613860217849043&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/116613860217849043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/116613860217849043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/2006/12/nostalgia.html' title='Nostalgia...'/><author><name>Diana Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347449083107990255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0004/844/501/Iw4ETb844501-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23876955.post-116579687109583037</id><published>2006-12-11T00:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-11T00:27:51.120Z</updated><title type='text'>Fácil de Entender...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rjn0YDbInuA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rjn0YDbInuA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Talvez por não saber falar de cor, imaginei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Talvez por não saber o que será melhor, aproximei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Meu corpo é o teu corpo, o desejo entregue a nós... sei lá eu o que quero dizer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Despedir-me de ti, "Adeus, um dia, voltarei a ser feliz."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Eu já não sei se sei o que é sentir o teu amor não sei o que é sentir.&lt;br /&gt;Se por falar, falei, pensei que se falasse era fácil de entender.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Talvez por não saber falar de cor, imaginei.&lt;br /&gt;Triste é o virar de costas, o último adeus sabe Deus o que quero dizer.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado por saberes cuidar de mim, tratar de mim, olhar para mim...&lt;br /&gt;Escutar quem sou e se ao menos tudo fosse igual a ti...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Eu já não sei se sei o que é sentir o teu amor não sei o que é sentir.&lt;br /&gt;Se por falar, falei, pensei que se falasse era fácil de entender.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já não sei se sei o que é sentir o teu amor não sei o que é sentir.&lt;br /&gt;Se por falar, falei, pensei que se falasse era fácil de entender.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;É o amor que chega ao fim.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um final assim, assim é mais fácil de entender...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Eu já não sei se sei o que é sentir o teu amor não sei o que é sentir.&lt;br /&gt;Se por falar, falei, pensei que se falasse é mais fácil de entender.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já não sei se sei o que é sentir o teu amor não sei o que é sentir.&lt;br /&gt;Se por falar, falei, pensei que se falasse era fácil de entender.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right; font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;The Gift&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23876955-116579687109583037?l=lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/feeds/116579687109583037/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23876955&amp;postID=116579687109583037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/116579687109583037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/116579687109583037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/2006/12/fcil-de-entender.html' title='Fácil de Entender...'/><author><name>Diana Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347449083107990255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0004/844/501/Iw4ETb844501-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23876955.post-116545526997040368</id><published>2006-12-07T01:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-07T01:36:39.676Z</updated><title type='text'>Reconhecer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1052/2158/1600/465175/original_empty_room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1052/2158/320/734276/original_empty_room.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Não confundas o amor com o delírio da posse, que acarreta os piores sofrimentos. Porque, contrariamente à opinião comum, o amor não faz sofrer. O instinto de propriedade, que é o contrário do amor, esse é que faz sofrer. (...) Eu sei assim reconhecer aquele que ama verdadeiramente: é que ele não pode ser prejudicado. O amor verdadeiro começa lá onde não se espera mais nada em troca"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, in 'Cidadela'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23876955-116545526997040368?l=lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/feeds/116545526997040368/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23876955&amp;postID=116545526997040368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/116545526997040368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/116545526997040368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/2006/12/reconhecer.html' title='Reconhecer...'/><author><name>Diana Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347449083107990255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0004/844/501/Iw4ETb844501-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23876955.post-116515432784091065</id><published>2006-12-03T13:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-03T14:02:02.343Z</updated><title type='text'>Pele...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1052/2158/1600/718532/Filipa%2520Mateus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1052/2158/320/731143/Filipa%2520Mateus.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:8;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p  style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;color:black;" &gt;Fechaste as portas do teu mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;color:black;" &gt;Na esperança de ele se encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;color:black;" &gt;Vais contando o tempo quase ao segundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;color:black;" &gt;Parece não querer passar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;color:black;" &gt;Fazes de conta que está tudo bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;color:black;" &gt;E andas às voltas quando estás a sós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;color:black;" &gt;Gritos mudos que só tu entendes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;color:black;" &gt;No profundo silêncio que é a tua voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;color:black;" &gt;Não precisas de te esconder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;color:black;" &gt;Ninguém vai encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;color:black;" &gt;O que está escrito na tua pele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;color:black;" &gt;Só tu para o decifrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;color:black;" &gt;Qual o teu traço a pincel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;color:black;" &gt;A história da tua vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;color:black;" &gt;Escrita, sentida, tatuada na pele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;color:black;" &gt;Quem lá escreveu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;color:black;" &gt;Com a tua permissão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;color:black;" &gt;Nem sequer, nem sequer percebeu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;color:black;" &gt;E perdeu a folha pele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;color:black;" &gt;Por entre as mãos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;color:black;" &gt;Qual o teu traço a pincel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;color:black;" &gt;A história da tua vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;color:black;" &gt;Escrita, sentida, tatuada na pele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;color:black;" &gt;Quem lá, quem lá escreveu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;color:black;" &gt;Com a tua permissão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;color:black;" &gt;Nem sequer, nem sequer percebeu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;color:black;" &gt;E perdeu a folha pele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;color:black;" &gt;Por entre as mãos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pólo Norte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:10;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23876955-116515432784091065?l=lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/feeds/116515432784091065/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23876955&amp;postID=116515432784091065&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/116515432784091065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/116515432784091065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/2006/12/pele.html' title='Pele...'/><author><name>Diana Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347449083107990255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0004/844/501/Iw4ETb844501-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23876955.post-116494033609311678</id><published>2006-12-01T02:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-01T02:32:16.110Z</updated><title type='text'>Foo Fighters - Times Like These...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9SOwKsrYAEI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9SOwKsrYAEI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Há sempre alguém na nossa vida que aparece a sorrir, alguém que nos deixa a chorar e, por mais que se tente, há sempre alguém que é impossível esquecer... A vida é mesmo assim, um dia ganhamos e no outro podemos perder... Por isso luta pelos teus ideais nem que seja a chorar por aquilo que, um dia, alguém te prometeu a sorrir.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(Por alguém muito especial... Obrigada!)&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/23876955-116494033609311678?l=lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/feeds/116494033609311678/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23876955&amp;postID=116494033609311678&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/116494033609311678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/116494033609311678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/2006/12/foo-fighters-times-like-these.html' title='Foo Fighters - Times Like These...'/><author><name>Diana Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347449083107990255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0004/844/501/Iw4ETb844501-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23876955.post-116468528827210284</id><published>2006-11-28T03:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-28T03:41:28.283Z</updated><title type='text'>Say It Right...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h_CayCjo3XA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h_CayCjo3XA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;In the day&lt;br /&gt;In the night&lt;br /&gt;Say it right&lt;br /&gt;Say it all&lt;br /&gt;You either got it&lt;br /&gt;Or you don't&lt;br /&gt;You either stand or you fall&lt;br /&gt;When your will is broken&lt;br /&gt;When it slips from your hand&lt;br /&gt;When there's no time for joking&lt;br /&gt;There's a hole in the plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you don't mean nothing at all to me&lt;br /&gt;No you don't mean nothing at all to me&lt;br /&gt;But you got what it takes to set me free&lt;br /&gt;Oh you could mean everything to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say that I'm not lost and at fault&lt;br /&gt;I can't say that I don't love the light and the dark&lt;br /&gt;I can't say that I don't know that I am alive&lt;br /&gt;And all of what I feel I could show&lt;br /&gt;You tonight you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you don't mean nothing at all to me&lt;br /&gt;No you don't mean nothing at all to me&lt;br /&gt;But you got what it takes to set me free&lt;br /&gt;Oh you could mean everything to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my hands I could give you&lt;br /&gt;Something that I made&lt;br /&gt;From my mouth I could sing you another brick that I laid&lt;br /&gt;From my body I could show you a place God knows&lt;br /&gt;You should know the space is holy&lt;br /&gt;Do you really want to go?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nelly Furtado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23876955-116468528827210284?l=lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/feeds/116468528827210284/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23876955&amp;postID=116468528827210284&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/116468528827210284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/116468528827210284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/2006/11/say-it-right.html' title='Say It Right...'/><author><name>Diana Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347449083107990255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0004/844/501/Iw4ETb844501-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23876955.post-116441268500238050</id><published>2006-11-24T23:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-25T00:07:46.063Z</updated><title type='text'>All good things come to an end - Parte II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1052/2158/1600/808672/f1071006.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1052/2158/320/807967/f1071006.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;All good things come to an end…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Não há maior verdade que esta…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;É triste, mas é a realidade…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Por muito tempo que as coisas durem, vai haver um dia em que notas que tudo mudou… que as coisas já não são como eram antes…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mas o pior de tudo é quando se esquecem de ti… esquecem que tu existes… ou então quando tu mesmo(a) te apercebes que afinal sempre foi assim… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;A única esperança… é que um dia se apercebam disso… e pode ser… que tudo volte a ser como era antes… isto claro, se houve um antes… e esperar que tudo não se torne em mais uma desilusão… da vida…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23876955-116441268500238050?l=lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/feeds/116441268500238050/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23876955&amp;postID=116441268500238050&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/116441268500238050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/116441268500238050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/2006/11/all-good-things-come-to-end-parte-ii.html' title='All good things come to an end - Parte II'/><author><name>Diana Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347449083107990255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0004/844/501/Iw4ETb844501-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23876955.post-116395706027712939</id><published>2006-11-19T17:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-19T17:24:20.283Z</updated><title type='text'>U + Ur Hand</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tsYdtP4-5EU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tsYdtP4-5EU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh oh&lt;br /&gt;Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh oh&lt;br /&gt;Check it out&lt;br /&gt;Going out&lt;br /&gt;On the late night&lt;br /&gt;Looking tight&lt;br /&gt;Feeling nice&lt;br /&gt;It's a **** fight&lt;br /&gt;I can tell&lt;br /&gt;I just know&lt;br /&gt;That it's going down&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;At the door we don't wait cause we know them&lt;br /&gt;At the bar six shots just beginning&lt;br /&gt;That's when dick head put his hands on me&lt;br /&gt;But you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;I'm not here for your entertainment&lt;br /&gt;You don't really want to mess with me tonight&lt;br /&gt;Just stop and take a second&lt;br /&gt;I was fine before you walked into my life&lt;br /&gt;Cause you know it's over&lt;br /&gt;Before it began&lt;br /&gt;Keep your drink just give me the money&lt;br /&gt;It's just you and your hand tonight&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh oh&lt;br /&gt;Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midnight&lt;br /&gt;I'm drunk&lt;br /&gt;I don't give a ***k&lt;br /&gt;Wanna dance&lt;br /&gt;By myself&lt;br /&gt;Guess you're outta luck&lt;br /&gt;Don't touch&lt;br /&gt;Back up&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one&lt;br /&gt;Buh bye&lt;br /&gt;Listen up it's just not happening&lt;br /&gt;You can say what you want to your boyfriends&lt;br /&gt;Just let me have my fun tonight&lt;br /&gt;Aiight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;I'm not here for your entertainment&lt;br /&gt;You don't really want to mess with me tonight&lt;br /&gt;Just stop and take a second&lt;br /&gt;I was fine before you walked into my life&lt;br /&gt;Cause you know it's over&lt;br /&gt;Before it began&lt;br /&gt;Keep your drink just give me the money&lt;br /&gt;It's just you and your hand tonight&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh oh&lt;br /&gt;Break break&lt;br /&gt;Break it down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the corner with your boys you bet up five bucks&lt;br /&gt;To get at the girl that just walked in but she thinks you suck&lt;br /&gt;We didn't get all dressed up just for you to see&lt;br /&gt;So quit spilling your drinks on me yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know who you are&lt;br /&gt;High fivin, talkin ****, but you're going home alone arentcha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Cause I'm not here for your entertainment&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;You don't really want to mess with me tonight&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Just stop and take a second&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just stop and take a second&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;I was fine before you walked into my life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Cause you know it's over&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know it's over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Before it began&lt;br /&gt;Keep your drink just give me the money&lt;br /&gt;It's just you and your hand tonight&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just you and your hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;I'm not here for your entertainment&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No no no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;You don't really want to mess with me tonight&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Just stop and take a second&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Just take a second&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;I was fine before you walked into my life&lt;br /&gt;Cause you know it's over&lt;br /&gt;Before it began&lt;br /&gt;Keep your drink just give me the money&lt;br /&gt;It's just you and your hand tonight&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah oh&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23876955-116395706027712939?l=lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/feeds/116395706027712939/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23876955&amp;postID=116395706027712939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/116395706027712939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/116395706027712939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/2006/11/u-ur-hand_19.html' title='U + Ur Hand'/><author><name>Diana Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347449083107990255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0004/844/501/Iw4ETb844501-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23876955.post-116362881860340239</id><published>2006-11-15T22:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-16T01:21:27.380Z</updated><title type='text'>O Término...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1052/2158/1600/DSC00328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1052/2158/320/DSC00328.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ora... Finalmente chegou o fim de 8 longos meses de trabalho...&lt;br /&gt;Pois é... As jornadas acabaram... Pra quem ainda não sabe, vou resumir o que se passou nos dias 13 e 14 de Novembro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia 13 de Novembro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi o dia de cursos ministrado pela APEEPH (associação portuguesa de enfermeiros de emergência pré-hospitalar).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tenho a dizer que correu tudo bem, eu fui uma das formandas que terminou o curso com 20 valores na teórica e 20 valores na prática... =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dia 14 de Novembro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Foi o dia de "prelecções"...Tivemos pessoas ilustres... Correu tudo bem... Tivemos um coffee break espectacular... &lt;/span&gt;Tudo muito bonito, etc... (e cá a je nervosa porque a hora aproximava-se...) Ora tudo corria bem até que as 14.30 "chegam" e o filme da sessão de encerramento por terminar porque ainda não se tinham tirado as fotos aos grupo todos... (PÂNICO!!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ora, como a je não é nada nervosa por natureza, começou a stressar bue, a entrar em panico... enfim... so visto...&lt;br /&gt;Entao por volta das 17h, subo ao palco para encerrar as jornadas... tudo corre bem... até à parte em que me engano no nome do presidente da minha escola (XD)... enfim... podia ter sido pior... (ou n)&lt;br /&gt;No fim, apresentamos o filme de encerramento... que pra não variar empancou... la se resolveu os problemas e lá se conseguiu ver o filme de inicio ao fim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusão: balanço muito positivo... de mim, claro que já se esperava que eu desse barraca... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agradecimentos: ao Prof. Rodrigo (porque sem ele, nada disto tinha sido possível), aos meus companheiros de "preparação das jornadas"... foram extraordinários... às minhas super amigas que me aturaram estes dias fatídicos... e a todas as pessoas que me ajudaram (directa ou indirectamente) na realização deste evento, tanto em termos de ajuda, como em termos de apoio... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: E engraçado que agora fica uma sensação de vazio... de nostalgia... de saudade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos e abraços ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23876955-116362881860340239?l=lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/feeds/116362881860340239/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23876955&amp;postID=116362881860340239&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/116362881860340239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/116362881860340239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/2006/11/o-trmino.html' title='O Término...'/><author><name>Diana Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347449083107990255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0004/844/501/Iw4ETb844501-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23876955.post-116329988839162718</id><published>2006-11-12T02:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-12T02:54:57.140Z</updated><title type='text'>Palavras soltas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1052/2158/1600/estrada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1052/2158/320/estrada.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gostava de poder dizer com todas as letras o que me vai na alma… mas nunca é possível exprimir EXACTAMENTE o que sinto… até porque eu nunca o consigo fazer… talvez por nunca ter sido uma OPTIMA aluna a português… o que é certo, é que me é sempre difícil…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoje por exemplo, sinto-me um pouco em baixo… tenho montes de cenas para fazer e sinto o tempo a fugir-me pelas mãos… &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Estou também um pouco desanimada com certas situações… com certas atitudes… com certas pessoas… com a não compreensão… com o pensar só na própria barriga… com o esquecer os outros… com o olhar só para um lado, esquecendo o outro… &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Posso dizer também que me irrito profundamente com “tempestades em copo de água”, com o tentar aumentar as coisas… com o não querer ver o que está mesmo à frente dos olhos…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas o pior de tudo, é quando se fazem de “coitadinhos”… quando manipulam algo ou alguém… isso sim tira-me do sério… já para não falar em mentiras e omissões…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sinto necessidade em sair daqui… não me perguntem porquê… mas sinto…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O que é certo é que a vida continua e não pára por causa disto…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A todo o segundo existe uma escolha a fazer… se é bem feita ou não, isso não sei… mas todas as escolhas têm vantagens e desvantagens… têm o lado positivo e o lado negativo… há é que saber lidar com elas, saber geri-las e acima de tudo, saber avaliar se foi a escolha certa e tentar corrigir o erro…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;“A cada momento morremos e vivemos novamente, pois já não somos o que éramos à um segundo atrás…”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Beijos e Abraços para todos! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/23876955-116329988839162718?l=lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/feeds/116329988839162718/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23876955&amp;postID=116329988839162718&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/116329988839162718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/116329988839162718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/2006/11/palavras-soltas.html' title='Palavras soltas...'/><author><name>Diana Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347449083107990255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0004/844/501/Iw4ETb844501-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23876955.post-116277370461227113</id><published>2006-11-06T00:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-06T00:41:44.633Z</updated><title type='text'>All Good Things (Come To An End)...</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0FjIasza9tg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0FjIasza9tg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Honestly what will become of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;don't like reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;It's way too clear to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;But really life is daily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;We are what we don't see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Missed everything daydreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Flames to dust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Lovers to friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Why do all good things come to an end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Flames to dust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Lovers to friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Why do all good things come to an end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;come to an end come to an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Why do all good things come to end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;come to an end come to an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Why do all good things come to an end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Traveling I only stop at exits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Wondering if I'll stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Young and restless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Living this way I stress less&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I want to pull away when the dream dies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;The pain sets in and I don't cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I only feel gravity and I wonder why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Flames to dust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Lovers to friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Why do all good things come to an end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Flames to dust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Lovers to friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Why do all good things come to an end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;come to an end come to an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Why do all good things come to end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;come to an end come to an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Why do all good things come to an end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Well the dogs were whistling a new tune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Barking at the new moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Hoping it would come soon so that they could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Dogs were whistling a new tune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Barking at the new moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Hoping it would come soon so that they could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Die die die die die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Flames to dust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Lovers to friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Why do all good things come to an end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Flames to dust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Lovers to friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Why do all good things come to an end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;come to an end come to an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Why do all good things come to end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;come to an end come to an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Why do all good things come to an end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Well the dogs were barking at a new moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Whistling a new tune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Hoping it would come soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;And the sun was wondering if it should stay away for a day til the feeling went away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;And the sky was falling on the clouds were dropping and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;the rain forgot how to bring salvation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;the dogs were barking at the new moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Whistling a new tune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Hoping it would come soon so that they could die.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Nelly Furtado&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23876955-116277370461227113?l=lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/feeds/116277370461227113/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23876955&amp;postID=116277370461227113&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/116277370461227113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/116277370461227113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/2006/11/all-good-things-come-to-end_05.html' title='All Good Things (Come To An End)...'/><author><name>Diana Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347449083107990255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0004/844/501/Iw4ETb844501-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23876955.post-115938596448262499</id><published>2006-09-27T20:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T20:39:24.520+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Superman...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mais uma musica... Desta vez foi uma grande amiga minha que ma "mostrou"...&lt;br /&gt;Espero que gostem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bigada linda... ADORO-TE =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iQMgXR7C3H8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iQMgXR7C3H8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Superman&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;I can’t stand to fly&lt;br /&gt;I’m not that naive&lt;br /&gt;I’m just out to find&lt;br /&gt;The better part of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m more than a bird...i’m more than a plane&lt;br /&gt;More than some pretty face beside a train&lt;br /&gt;It’s not easy to be me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish that I could cry&lt;br /&gt;Fall upon my knees&lt;br /&gt;Find a way to lie&lt;br /&gt;About a home I’ll never see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may sound absurd...but don’t be naive&lt;br /&gt;Even heroes have the right to bleed&lt;br /&gt;I may be disturbed...but won’t you concede&lt;br /&gt;Even heroes have the right to dream&lt;br /&gt;It’s not easy to be me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up, up and away...away from me&lt;br /&gt;It’s all right...you can all sleep sound tonight&lt;br /&gt;I’m not crazy...or anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t stand to fly&lt;br /&gt;I’m not that naive&lt;br /&gt;Men weren’t meant to ride&lt;br /&gt;With clouds between their knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m only a man in a silly red sheet&lt;br /&gt;Digging for kryptonite on this one way street&lt;br /&gt;Only a man in a funny red sheet&lt;br /&gt;Looking for special things inside of me&lt;br /&gt;Inside of me&lt;br /&gt;Inside me&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, inside me&lt;br /&gt;Inside of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m only a man&lt;br /&gt;In a funny red sheet&lt;br /&gt;I’m only a man&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m only a man&lt;br /&gt;In a funny red sheet&lt;br /&gt;And it’s not easy, hmmm, hmmm, hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not easy to be me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Five for Fighting&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23876955-115938596448262499?l=lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/feeds/115938596448262499/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23876955&amp;postID=115938596448262499&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/115938596448262499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/115938596448262499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/2006/09/superman.html' title='Superman...'/><author><name>Diana Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347449083107990255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0004/844/501/Iw4ETb844501-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23876955.post-115914975970228861</id><published>2006-09-25T02:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T21:22:23.686+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting the Cables Sleep...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Espero que gostem... É uma música que já conheço à 4 anos... E continua a arrepiar-me... E cada vez que a oiço, sinto uma nostalgia no ar... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RPelsDKEtLQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RPelsDKEtLQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Letting the Cables Sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;You in the dark&lt;br /&gt;You in the pain&lt;br /&gt;You on the run&lt;br /&gt;Living a hell&lt;br /&gt;Living your ghost&lt;br /&gt;Living your end&lt;br /&gt;Never seem to get in the place that I belong&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna lose the time&lt;br /&gt;Lose the time to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Whatever you say it's alright&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you do it's all good&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you say it's alright&lt;br /&gt;Silence is not the way&lt;br /&gt;We need to talk about it&lt;br /&gt;If heaven is on the way&lt;br /&gt;If heaven is on the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;You in the sea&lt;br /&gt;On a decline&lt;br /&gt;Breaking the waves&lt;br /&gt;Watching the lights go down&lt;br /&gt;Letting the cables sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Whatever you say it's alright&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you do it's all good&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you say it's alright&lt;br /&gt;Silence is not the way&lt;br /&gt;We need to talk about it&lt;br /&gt;If heaven is on the way&lt;br /&gt;We'll wrap the world around it&lt;br /&gt;If heaven is on the way&lt;br /&gt;If heaven is on the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;I'm a stranger in this town&lt;br /&gt;I'm a stranger in this town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;If heaven is on the way&lt;br /&gt;If heaven is on the way&lt;br /&gt;I'm a stranger in this town&lt;br /&gt;I'm a stranger in this town&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Bush&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23876955-115914975970228861?l=lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/feeds/115914975970228861/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23876955&amp;postID=115914975970228861&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/115914975970228861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/115914975970228861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/2006/09/letting-cables-sleep.html' title='Letting the Cables Sleep...'/><author><name>Diana Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347449083107990255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0004/844/501/Iw4ETb844501-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23876955.post-115828605281054962</id><published>2006-09-15T03:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T16:52:24.446+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Valerá a pena?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;De que te vale &lt;u&gt;sorrir&lt;/u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Quando ninguém sorri para ti?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;De que te vale &lt;u&gt;ajudar&lt;/u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Quando ninguém te ajuda a ti?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;De que te vale &lt;u&gt;chorar&lt;/u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Quando ninguém chora por ti?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;De que te vale &lt;u&gt;esforçar&lt;/u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Quando ninguém se esforça por ti?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;De que te vale &lt;u&gt;acreditar&lt;/u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Quando ninguém acredita em ti?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;De que te vale &lt;u&gt;lembrar&lt;/u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Quando ninguém se lembra de ti?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;De que te vale &lt;u&gt;amar&lt;/u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Quando ninguém te ama a ti?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;De que te vale ser &lt;u&gt;amigo&lt;/u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Quando ninguém sente amizade por ti?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;De que te vale &lt;u&gt;dares tudo de ti&lt;/u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Quando ninguém te da nada a ti?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;De que te vale &lt;u&gt;sentir&lt;/u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Quando ninguém sente nada por ti?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;De que te vale &lt;u&gt;esperar&lt;/u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Quando ninguém espera por ti?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;De que te vale &lt;u&gt;pensar&lt;/u&gt; nos outros&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Quando ninguém pensa em ti?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;De que te vale tentar &lt;u&gt;não&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;magoar&lt;/u&gt; os outros&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Quando ninguém tenta isso por ti?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;De que te vale &lt;u&gt;sonhar&lt;/u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Quando ninguém sonha contigo?&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Quantas vezes pensas… &lt;i style=""&gt;“Não é justo”&lt;/i&gt;…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Mas quem te disse a ti que a vida era justa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Mas apesar disto tudo, não o continuas a fazer?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Então diz-me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;porque é que o fazes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vale mesmo a pena?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23876955-115828605281054962?l=lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/feeds/115828605281054962/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23876955&amp;postID=115828605281054962&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/115828605281054962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/115828605281054962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/2006/09/valer-pena.html' title='Valerá a pena?'/><author><name>Diana Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347449083107990255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0004/844/501/Iw4ETb844501-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23876955.post-115824608847157246</id><published>2006-09-14T15:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T16:06:51.590+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultimo ano...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ora as ferias estao a chegar ao fim, e eu mal as aproveitei, pk para kem "ainda" n sabe, faço parte da comissão organizadora das VIIIas Jornadas dos alunos da Escola Superior de Saúde de Leira... e isto ocupa mt tempo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As aulas tao mm aí, o quarto, ultimo e derradeiro ano esta pra chegar o k significa mt trabalho pela frente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas no meio disto tudo ha uma coisa boa: vou tar com as minhas super AMIGAS... miss u so much...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Por outro lado n vou tar "tao" disponivel pro meu super grupo PLG &amp; FRIENDS... mas tb n se pode ter tudo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pra kem ainda n sabe kem sao, visitem o site &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.plgandfriends.pt.vu"&gt;www.plgandfriends.pt.vu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Beijos pra todos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ADORO-VOS A TODOS... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23876955-115824608847157246?l=lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/feeds/115824608847157246/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23876955&amp;postID=115824608847157246&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/115824608847157246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/115824608847157246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/2006/09/ultimo-ano.html' title='Ultimo ano...'/><author><name>Diana Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347449083107990255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0004/844/501/Iw4ETb844501-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23876955.post-115516268022765622</id><published>2006-08-09T23:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T23:31:20.236+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um pouco da minha vida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://widget-3d.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="site=widget-3d.slide.com.com&amp;channel=7109949&amp;cy=bl" width="700" height="250" name="flashticker" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23876955-115516268022765622?l=lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/feeds/115516268022765622/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23876955&amp;postID=115516268022765622&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/115516268022765622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/115516268022765622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/2006/08/um-pouco-da-minha-vida.html' title='Um pouco da minha vida...'/><author><name>Diana Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347449083107990255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0004/844/501/Iw4ETb844501-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23876955.post-115403239894558535</id><published>2006-07-27T21:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T21:34:53.950+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudades...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1052/2158/1600/rain.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1052/2158/320/rain.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Olá a todos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ja estou de ferias e lá vai o terceiro ano de enfermagem... agora vem o quarto e derradeiro ano...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vamos ver como vai ser...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas antes ainda vem as jornadas de enfermagem que são organizadas por nós... Se quiserem dar uma espreitadela ao site, força &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.viiijornadasesslei.pt.vu"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;www.viiijornadasesslei.pt.vu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Migas... tou cheia de saudades vossas... ='(...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fico por aqui...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Já agora... diz-se que se aprende com os erros que se comete ao longo da vida... Ou eu sou a excepção à regra ou então só gosto de me meter em embrulhadas... enfim... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Beijos pra todos... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23876955-115403239894558535?l=lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/feeds/115403239894558535/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23876955&amp;postID=115403239894558535&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/115403239894558535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/115403239894558535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/2006/07/saudades.html' title='Saudades...'/><author><name>Diana Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347449083107990255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0004/844/501/Iw4ETb844501-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23876955.post-115326910840631050</id><published>2006-07-19T01:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T02:17:14.316+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Ready To Make Nice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kjuHFaXLBJM" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Forgive. Sounds good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Forget. I'm not sure I could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They say time heals everything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but I'm still waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm through with doubt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There's nothing left for me to figure out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've paid a price and I'll keep paying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm not ready to make nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm not ready to back down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm still mad as hell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and I don't have time to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;round and round and round.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's too late to make it right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I probably wouldn't if I could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cause I'm mad as hell, can't bring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;myself to do what it is you think I should.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know, you said, "Can't you just get over it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It turned my whole world around and I kinda like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I made my bed and I sleep like a baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;With no regrets and I don't mind saying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's a sad, sad story when a mother will teachher &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;daughter that she oughta hate a perfect stranger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And how in the world can the words that I said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;send somebody so over the edge,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;they they'd write me a letter, saying that I better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;shut up and sing or my life will be over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(repeat chorus 2x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Forgive. Sounds good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Forget. I'm not sure I could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They say time heals everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I'm still waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dixie Chicks &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23876955-115326910840631050?l=lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/feeds/115326910840631050/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23876955&amp;postID=115326910840631050&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/115326910840631050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/115326910840631050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/2006/07/not-ready-to-make-nice.html' title='Not Ready To Make Nice'/><author><name>Diana Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347449083107990255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0004/844/501/Iw4ETb844501-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23876955.post-115108137357232378</id><published>2006-06-23T17:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T17:49:33.593+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Final do Primeiro Round...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hoje terminei o meu estágio de Saúde Infantil e Pediátrica no Centro de Saúde da Marinha Grande...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tenho a dizer k foi simplesmente espectacular e que vou ter muitas saudades daquilo, principalmente porque agora vou estagiar para o Hospital de Alcobaça SOZINHA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Queria aqui deixar o meu agradecimento ao grupo de raparigas que esteve comigo em estágio... Vocês são simplesmente... FANTASTICAS... Obrigada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gostei mesmo muito de tar convosco...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quanto à Inês... espero que o nosso choradinho funcione... Vamos acreditar num milagre... lolol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sim porque existem mtas pessoas que ficaram bem mas que ainda se queixaram... mas enfim... a vida é mesmo assim... Uns com muito e outros com tão pouco... Mas pelo menos se ficar com alguém, sei que vou ficar muito bem acompanhada ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Acabo, dizendo que tive agradáveis surpresas, assim como surpresas desagradáveis (lol)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;PS: E sim tive mtas saudades tuas e ainda tenho... GMT =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23876955-115108137357232378?l=lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/feeds/115108137357232378/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23876955&amp;postID=115108137357232378&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/115108137357232378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/115108137357232378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/2006/06/final-do-primeiro-round.html' title='Final do Primeiro Round...'/><author><name>Diana Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347449083107990255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0004/844/501/Iw4ETb844501-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23876955.post-114927438538454696</id><published>2006-06-02T19:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T19:53:05.396+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1052/2158/1600/qerreerwer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1052/2158/320/qerreerwer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O tempo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Palavra tão vulgar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mas com tanto significado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sempre presente:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;no passado... no agora... no futuro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Nos bons e maus momentos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sempre atento a tudo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;À deriva...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sem rumo certo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mas sempre lá...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Pra qualquer lado que se olhe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;No entanto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ignorado muitas vezes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Invisível...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sem o devido valor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Repleto de sonhos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;de desilusões...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;de palavras soltas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mas vazio ao mesmo tempo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;À espera de novos mundos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;de novos momentos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;À espera...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;de um novo dia...&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/23876955-114927438538454696?l=lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/feeds/114927438538454696/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23876955&amp;postID=114927438538454696&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/114927438538454696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/114927438538454696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/2006/06/tempo.html' title='Tempo...'/><author><name>Diana Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347449083107990255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0004/844/501/Iw4ETb844501-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23876955.post-114884717124215796</id><published>2006-05-28T21:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T21:12:51.253+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ENEE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;21 a 27 de Maio - Encontro Nacional de Estudantes de Enfermagem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Uma semana incrivel, com muitas aventuras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Novas amizades, pessoal que se passou a conhecer melhor, jantaradas inesqueciveis (limao e marcianos...) as tao famosas filas de espera pra tudo, a falta de electricidade e as surpresas inesperadas (se fossem esperadas n seriam surpresas, certo? lolol)... mas no fim mta diversão, companheirismo e juízo (ou n... lololol)... e claro as bubas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Enfim... uma semana fantabulastica k fica no album das recordações...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;obrigada a todos voces k tornaram este encontro tao fixe... e especial... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;aos outros... obrigada tb...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23876955-114884717124215796?l=lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/feeds/114884717124215796/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23876955&amp;postID=114884717124215796&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/114884717124215796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/114884717124215796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/2006/05/enee.html' title='ENEE'/><author><name>Diana Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347449083107990255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0004/844/501/Iw4ETb844501-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23876955.post-114782152935851754</id><published>2006-05-17T00:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T22:25:43.220+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Flutuo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1052/2158/320/mm.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;flutuo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;consigo deslindar o meu gosto sem esforço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;balanço é o que a maré me dá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; eu não contesto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;o meu destino está fora de mim e eu aceito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sou eu despida de medos e culpas confesso&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hoje eu vou fingir que não vou voltar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;despeço-me do que mais quero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;só para não te ouvir dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;que as coisas vão mudar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;amanhã&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;flutuo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;consigo deslindar o meu gosto sem esforço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;balanço é o que a maré me dá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e eu não contesto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;amanhã pensar nisso sempre me dá mais jeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;fazer de mim pretérito mais que perfeito&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hoje eu vou fingir que não vou voltar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;despeço-me do que mais quero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;só para não te ouvir dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;que as coisas vão mudar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;amanhã&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hoje eu vou fugir para não me dar a vontade de ser tua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;só para não me ouvir dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;que as coisas vão mudar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;amanhã&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;flutuo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Susana Felix&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23876955-114782152935851754?l=lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/feeds/114782152935851754/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23876955&amp;postID=114782152935851754&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/114782152935851754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/114782152935851754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/2006/05/flutuo.html' title='Flutuo'/><author><name>Diana Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347449083107990255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0004/844/501/Iw4ETb844501-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23876955.post-114409929782790823</id><published>2006-04-03T22:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T22:31:53.143+01:00</updated><title type='text'>20,000 seconds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"20,000 seconds since you've left and I'm still counting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And 20,000 reasons to get up, get something done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I'm still waiting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is someone kind enough to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pick me up and give me food, assure me that the world is good&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you should be here, you should be here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How colors can change and even the texture of the rain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And what's that ugly little stain on the bathroom floor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd rather not deal with that right now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd rather be floating in space somewhere or&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Worry about the ozone layer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it's almost like a corny movie scene&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I'm out of frame and the lighting's bad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the music has no theme&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we're all so strong when nothing's wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the world is at our feet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But how small we are when our love is far away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all you need is you"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;K's Choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tudo isto só pra dizer k tudo o k eu preciso é de voces... sem voces n sei cm seria, n sei como ultrapassaria esta fase... sei k isto tudo ainda só está no início mas tb sei k tudo seria mt mas mm mt mais dificil... sem voces...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Obrigada por fazerem parte da minha vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ADORO-VOS A TODOS... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23876955-114409929782790823?l=lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/feeds/114409929782790823/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23876955&amp;postID=114409929782790823&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/114409929782790823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/114409929782790823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/2006/04/20000-seconds.html' title='20,000 seconds'/><author><name>Diana Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347449083107990255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0004/844/501/Iw4ETb844501-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23876955.post-114382000118895723</id><published>2006-03-31T16:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T17:01:20.086+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Outside</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1052/2158/1600/Serra%20da%20Estrela%202372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1052/2158/320/Serra%20da%20Estrela%202372.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bring me to my knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All the times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That I could beg you please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In vain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All the times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That I felt insecure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My burdens at the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I'm on the outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm looking in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can see through you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;See your true colors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Cause inside you're ugly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You're ugly like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can see through you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;See to the real you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All the times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That I felt like this won't end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I taste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What I could never have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All the times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That I've cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My intentions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Full of pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I waste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;More time than anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I'm on the outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I'm looking in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can see through you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;See your true colors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Cause inside you're ugly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You're ugly like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can see through you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;See to the real you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All the times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That I've cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All this wastedIt's all inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All this pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Stuffed it down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's back again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here in bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can't mend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tomorrow will be OK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I'm on the outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I'm looking in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can see through you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;See your true colors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Cause inside you're ugly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You're ugly like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can see through you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;See to the real you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Staind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23876955-114382000118895723?l=lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/feeds/114382000118895723/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23876955&amp;postID=114382000118895723&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/114382000118895723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/114382000118895723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/2006/03/outside.html' title='Outside'/><author><name>Diana Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347449083107990255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0004/844/501/Iw4ETb844501-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23876955.post-114245933373952344</id><published>2006-03-15T21:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-17T18:33:18.460Z</updated><title type='text'>Acontecimento de vida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Para o tema desta semana, foi-me proposto falar de um acontecimento de vida que me tivesse marcado e que eu quisesse transmitir aos outros para que pudessem, de alguma forma, aprender algo com isso…&lt;br /&gt;Ora, pensei em falar sobre muita coisa… Até que soube que um grande amigo meu está a passar um mau bocado… E decidi transmitir a sua história… pois com esta história acredito poder vir a ajudar muitas pessoas, ou pelo menos fazer chegar às pessoas que situações como estas não acontecem só nas novelas ou filmes… Com este texto espero também demonstrar o meu apoio para com ele e tentar transmitir-lhe alguma força e coragem…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta história fala-nos, como muitas outras, de uma história de amor entre duas pessoas que se amam verdadeiramente… Uma história aparentemente normal... tema já tão batido... tão banal... Como em todas as histórias, existem obstáculos… Senão existissem talvez perdesse o interesse, não seria digna de narrar. Só que nesta história o obstáculo, que para muitos pode ser considerado insignificante, ou mesmo nem ser considerado obstáculo, neste caso é uma grande barreira… A classe social…&lt;br /&gt;Como já devem ter notado estas duas pessoas pertencem a classes sociais diferentes…&lt;br /&gt;Todos sabemos que, no passado, a classe social era muito importante nos casamentos e relacionamentos (visão dos pais)… Actualmente também existem casos destes… mas normalmente estão associados a reis e rainhas, a príncipes e princesas (histórias das revistas cor-de-rosa) Mas, pelos vistos, existem mais casos destes, que não têm a mesma atenção das revistas da nossa sociedade “culta e actual”… Casos de pessoas vulgares, que também têm direito a ser felizes... Conheço duas pessoas nesta situação. Que podiam estar felizes agora. No entanto essa felicidade foi-lhes roubada.&lt;br /&gt;Quando soube disto, senti uma grande revolta por dentro, pois até que ponto se pode julgar uma pessoa só porque ela tem menos possibilidades económico-financeiras?! Até que ponto é que essa pessoa é um ser humano inferior aqueles que “estão bem na vida”?! Não teremos todos os mesmos direitos a ser felizes ao lado de quem nos ama?!&lt;br /&gt;Aqui fica a minha indignação perante esta situação injusta e infeliz. Esta pessoa em questão, e que hoje sofre, é alguém fantástico, alegre, divertido, amigo do seu amigo… uma pessoa com quem podemos sempre contar… E é muito superior a todos os que pensam que a classe social, as possibilidades económico - financeiras definem a importância, a superioridade e a “qualidade” de um indivíduo perante outros… ESTÃO MUITO ENGANADOS!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sei que eles vão ter que lutar muito para ultrapassarem este obstáculo… Assim como outros que surgiram, pois a vida não é um mar de rosas (sem espinhos)… Mas acredito que eles vão superar esta adversidade que a vida lhes está a colocar… Só pelo simples facto de que se amam… E acredito que vão ser muito felizes…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque eles são apenas dois inocentes que se viram envolvidos numa luta da sociedade só porque um dia olharam um para o outro... e se apaixonaram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FORÇA e… CORAGEM!!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;PS: este era o tema do outro blog... mas eu "postei" neste... e obrigada miana ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23876955-114245933373952344?l=lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/feeds/114245933373952344/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23876955&amp;postID=114245933373952344&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/114245933373952344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/114245933373952344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/2006/03/acontecimento-de-vida.html' title='Acontecimento de vida...'/><author><name>Diana Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347449083107990255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0004/844/501/Iw4ETb844501-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23876955.post-114229446718740116</id><published>2006-03-13T23:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-14T00:05:59.130Z</updated><title type='text'>Amigas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1052/2158/1600/50798389.img.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1052/2158/320/50798389.img.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quem são?! Miana e Parreirinha…&lt;br /&gt;Quando as conheci?! Sei que foi no primeiro ano de enfermagem…&lt;br /&gt;Onde?! Nas aulas… porque nas praxes… mal as via…&lt;br /&gt;Como?! Acredito que tivesse sido uma delas a iniciar conversa comigo… porque quem me conhece sabe que sou tímida nos primeiros contactos… lol&lt;br /&gt;A evolução?! Muito rápida… aliás quem as conhece sabe que assim é…&lt;br /&gt;Porquê?! …&lt;br /&gt;Porque simplesmente as adoro… conhecem-me à pouco tempo (3 anitos) mas já sabem mais de mim que eu mesma (lol)…&lt;br /&gt;Aqui fica a minha homenagem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um primeiro olhar…&lt;br /&gt;Uma primeira impressão…&lt;br /&gt;Uma primeira palavra…&lt;br /&gt;Uma primeira expressão…&lt;br /&gt;Um contacto ténue…&lt;br /&gt;Umas conversas aqui e acolá…&lt;br /&gt;Uns trabalhos nas aulas…&lt;br /&gt;O que isto dará?!…&lt;br /&gt;Um contacto menos superficial…&lt;br /&gt;A amizade começa a surgir…&lt;br /&gt;A confiança a nascer…&lt;br /&gt;E as maluqueiras a fluir…&lt;br /&gt;Conversas mais sérias…&lt;br /&gt;Feitios que encaixam…&lt;br /&gt;Segredos que se confiam…&lt;br /&gt;Tristezas e mágoas que se desabafam…&lt;br /&gt;A amizade aparece…&lt;br /&gt;As alegrias são partilhadas…&lt;br /&gt;Estudos em conjunto…&lt;br /&gt;E claro, com grandes risadas…&lt;br /&gt;A amizade aprofunda-se…&lt;br /&gt;As noitadas no terreiro…&lt;br /&gt;As idas ao cinema…&lt;br /&gt;Ai, e os rebuçados com recheio…&lt;br /&gt;O compreender “a outra”…&lt;br /&gt;O apoio incondicional…&lt;br /&gt;As lágrimas deitadas…&lt;br /&gt;O “amor” essencial…&lt;br /&gt;Os puxões de orelhas merecidos…&lt;br /&gt;As risadas estrondosas…&lt;br /&gt;Os encontros de enfermagem...&lt;br /&gt;E as nossas viagens gloriosas…&lt;br /&gt;Tudo isto para vos contar&lt;br /&gt;O que me aconteceu&lt;br /&gt;Encontrei duas amigas fantásticas&lt;br /&gt;Foi o melhor presente que Deus me deu!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADORO-VOS…&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada por fazerem parte da minha vida… obrigado por me aturarem, por me apoiarem, por me compreenderem, por me animarem, enfim… por tudo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Por tudo o que somos” todas juntas… love u all =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23876955-114229446718740116?l=lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/feeds/114229446718740116/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23876955&amp;postID=114229446718740116&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/114229446718740116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/114229446718740116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/2006/03/amigas.html' title='Amigas...'/><author><name>Diana Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17347449083107990255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0004/844/501/Iw4ETb844501-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23876955.post-114209871124643962</id><published>2006-03-11T17:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-11T17:44:34.833Z</updated><title type='text'>Acorda...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Acorda…&lt;br /&gt;Acorda para a vida…&lt;br /&gt;Já é tempo…&lt;br /&gt;Acorda…&lt;br /&gt;Acorda para o mundo…&lt;br /&gt;É o momento…&lt;br /&gt;Acorda…&lt;br /&gt;Acorda para a realidade…&lt;br /&gt;Basta de tanto sonhar…&lt;br /&gt;Acorda…&lt;br /&gt;Acorda para ti mesmo…&lt;br /&gt;Pára de chorar…&lt;br /&gt;Vive…&lt;br /&gt;Aproveita a vida,&lt;br /&gt;Aproveita cada momento...&lt;br /&gt;Aproveita as coisas boas...&lt;br /&gt;Pode doer…&lt;br /&gt;Pode magoar…&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser difícil…&lt;br /&gt;Mas tens que seguir em frente…&lt;br /&gt;Abraçar a vida com outro espírito,&lt;br /&gt;Com outra esperança,&lt;br /&gt;Com outro ânimo…&lt;br /&gt;Mas não fiques onde estás…&lt;br /&gt;Não pares…&lt;br /&gt;Continua… Luta… Vai em frente&lt;br /&gt;Mas acima de tudo…&lt;br /&gt;Acredita em ti!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23876955-114209871124643962?l=lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimas-coloridas.blogspot.com/feeds/114209871124643962/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23876955&amp;postID=114209871124643962&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23876955/posts/default/114209871124643962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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