<?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-8753714202233420147</id><updated>2011-12-18T16:52:52.638Z</updated><title type='text'>sentimentos</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>138</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-6797057741982166684</id><published>2011-09-07T17:07:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T21:36:40.134+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7s85YB7EgfQ/TmeWzMBzU-I/AAAAAAAAAeo/xGHbhrbr2Yk/s1600/e58f0a8058cb3b2598bab133c32d547f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 365px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649650063705854946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7s85YB7EgfQ/TmeWzMBzU-I/AAAAAAAAAeo/xGHbhrbr2Yk/s400/e58f0a8058cb3b2598bab133c32d547f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tu conheces e sabes todas as minhas vontades... sabes que existem vícios entre nós...eu sou o teu vício tu és o meu vício, e enquanto assim é.... É BOM :*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753714202233420147-6797057741982166684?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6797057741982166684/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=6797057741982166684&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/6797057741982166684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/6797057741982166684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2011/09/tu-conheces-e-sabes-todas-as-minhas.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7s85YB7EgfQ/TmeWzMBzU-I/AAAAAAAAAeo/xGHbhrbr2Yk/s72-c/e58f0a8058cb3b2598bab133c32d547f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-8343909485793296902</id><published>2011-07-23T00:47:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T01:10:45.114+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4TcKf3MJ-w/TibHeUy2ZGI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oE3xNqtjRPg/s1600/yamil_24234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 370px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631407707865375842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4TcKf3MJ-w/TibHeUy2ZGI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oE3xNqtjRPg/s400/yamil_24234.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Poupa-me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estamos ambos a provar independência,&lt;br /&gt;em quadros para cegos:&lt;br /&gt;um e outro, ambos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poupa-me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753714202233420147-8343909485793296902?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8343909485793296902/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=8343909485793296902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/8343909485793296902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/8343909485793296902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2011/07/poupa-me.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4TcKf3MJ-w/TibHeUy2ZGI/AAAAAAAAAeg/oE3xNqtjRPg/s72-c/yamil_24234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-8899685285653497541</id><published>2011-06-21T00:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T00:02:16.100+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E8-aXqNXbXE/TgC1m5uPjbI/AAAAAAAAAd8/8_y79413CSU/s1600/imagesCA2SO2KB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620692014892813746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E8-aXqNXbXE/TgC1m5uPjbI/AAAAAAAAAd8/8_y79413CSU/s400/imagesCA2SO2KB.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;like a flower struggling to bloom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;here I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753714202233420147-8899685285653497541?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8899685285653497541/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=8899685285653497541&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/8899685285653497541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/8899685285653497541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E8-aXqNXbXE/TgC1m5uPjbI/AAAAAAAAAd8/8_y79413CSU/s72-c/imagesCA2SO2KB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-4512551602933283888</id><published>2011-06-15T22:24:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T22:51:44.449+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;flower&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; waiting to bloom&lt;br /&gt;Like a lightbulb in a dark room&lt;br /&gt;I'm just sitting here waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;To come home and&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;turn me on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GLb7YKTFkgI/Tfkno7QuFiI/AAAAAAAAAds/qu5Gw8iu8wI/s1600/flower%255B1%255D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 271px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618565594177476130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GLb7YKTFkgI/Tfkno7QuFiI/AAAAAAAAAds/qu5Gw8iu8wI/s400/flower%255B1%255D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Like the desert waiting for the rain&lt;br /&gt;Like a school kid waiting for the spring&lt;br /&gt;I'm just sitting here waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;To come on home and turn me on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor heart, it's been so dark since you been gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, you're the one who turns me off&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one who can turn me back on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u0pG5ERbhMM/TfkmzQxCBFI/AAAAAAAAAdk/u5rM4djzPes/s1600/2386349-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618564672237208658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u0pG5ERbhMM/TfkmzQxCBFI/AAAAAAAAAdk/u5rM4djzPes/s400/2386349-lg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hi-fi's waiting for a new tune&lt;br /&gt;The glass is waiting for some fresh ice cubes&lt;br /&gt;I'm just sitting here waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;To come on home and turn me on&lt;br /&gt;Turn me on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;..&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/8753714202233420147-4512551602933283888?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4512551602933283888/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=4512551602933283888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/4512551602933283888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/4512551602933283888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2011/06/like-flower-waiting-to-bloom-like.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GLb7YKTFkgI/Tfkno7QuFiI/AAAAAAAAAds/qu5Gw8iu8wI/s72-c/flower%255B1%255D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-6462500180726265382</id><published>2011-06-14T09:32:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T09:42:48.497+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w0cMJwVuz7Q/Tfcc2gjpmuI/AAAAAAAAAdc/j5q9A465CKw/s1600/3945411314_4321e36b1b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617990782945958626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w0cMJwVuz7Q/Tfcc2gjpmuI/AAAAAAAAAdc/j5q9A465CKw/s400/3945411314_4321e36b1b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tenho&lt;/span&gt; ....&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; [...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tAntAs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, [tantas]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SAUDADES&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;tuas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Hoje então até doí...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Custa-me levantar a cabeça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753714202233420147-6462500180726265382?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6462500180726265382/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=6462500180726265382&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/6462500180726265382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/6462500180726265382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2011/06/tenho.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w0cMJwVuz7Q/Tfcc2gjpmuI/AAAAAAAAAdc/j5q9A465CKw/s72-c/3945411314_4321e36b1b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-3752501755156976294</id><published>2011-06-12T14:04:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T14:07:16.827+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l8Ytve1s4zk/TfS5ba6cR9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/PFgbyO7uV3o/s1600/4114875095_5cf59e13b5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 389px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617318515969902546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l8Ytve1s4zk/TfS5ba6cR9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/PFgbyO7uV3o/s400/4114875095_5cf59e13b5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the end, Beautiful friend&lt;br /&gt;This is the end, My only friend, the end&lt;br /&gt;It hurts to set you free&lt;br /&gt;But you'll never follow me&lt;br /&gt;The end of laughter and soft lies&lt;br /&gt;The end of nights we tried to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is the end&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/8753714202233420147-3752501755156976294?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3752501755156976294/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=3752501755156976294&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/3752501755156976294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/3752501755156976294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2011/06/this-is-end-beautiful-friend-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l8Ytve1s4zk/TfS5ba6cR9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/PFgbyO7uV3o/s72-c/4114875095_5cf59e13b5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-4264464786872718714</id><published>2011-06-06T16:38:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T13:12:05.028+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oFlZNdpMKxA/Tez0kkE594I/AAAAAAAAAdM/GyxB9LNOdmM/s1600/desilusao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615131744420886402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oFlZNdpMKxA/Tez0kkE594I/AAAAAAAAAdM/GyxB9LNOdmM/s400/desilusao.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Quando o tempo insiste em deixar cicatrizes no decorrer da vida... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;é complicado!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;O Tempo passa mas as cicatrizes vão ficando&lt;br /&gt;e insistindo em deixar marcas que magoam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/8753714202233420147-4264464786872718714?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4264464786872718714/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=4264464786872718714&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/4264464786872718714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/4264464786872718714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2011/06/quando-o-tempo-insiste-em-deixar.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oFlZNdpMKxA/Tez0kkE594I/AAAAAAAAAdM/GyxB9LNOdmM/s72-c/desilusao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-4489093904079811749</id><published>2011-05-29T11:15:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T21:11:28.814+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AMO-TE&lt;/span&gt; meu querido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AMO-TE &lt;/span&gt;... OBRIGADO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dnC1ctErvRQ/TeVJbf6TX0I/AAAAAAAAAdA/oK0-K-nLVHs/s1600/bread.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612973247358525250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dnC1ctErvRQ/TeVJbf6TX0I/AAAAAAAAAdA/oK0-K-nLVHs/s400/bread.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Resumo“Eu sou o pão da vida:&lt;br /&gt;aquele que vem a mim não terá fome e&lt;br /&gt;aquele que crê em mim não terá sede.&lt;br /&gt;(Lucas 6-35) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/8753714202233420147-4489093904079811749?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4489093904079811749/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=4489093904079811749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/4489093904079811749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/4489093904079811749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2011/05/resumoeu-sou-o-pao-da-vida-aquele-que.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dnC1ctErvRQ/TeVJbf6TX0I/AAAAAAAAAdA/oK0-K-nLVHs/s72-c/bread.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-2910321067071026539</id><published>2011-03-10T13:18:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-03-10T13:20:15.948Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UeRXqCfLOnc/TXjPt6Z648I/AAAAAAAAAco/5iKFtT-6jec/s1600/4038777.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582440125804766146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UeRXqCfLOnc/TXjPt6Z648I/AAAAAAAAAco/5iKFtT-6jec/s400/4038777.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Precisava tanto que o meu cérebro ficasse vazio por um segundo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&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/8753714202233420147-2910321067071026539?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2910321067071026539/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=2910321067071026539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/2910321067071026539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/2910321067071026539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UeRXqCfLOnc/TXjPt6Z648I/AAAAAAAAAco/5iKFtT-6jec/s72-c/4038777.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-7603584002005437647</id><published>2010-11-03T10:59:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-11-03T11:41:29.745Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/TNFAlAl_PGI/AAAAAAAAAcM/poKQgXWNTtY/s1600/sofia1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 136px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535276421573721186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/TNFAlAl_PGI/AAAAAAAAAcM/poKQgXWNTtY/s400/sofia1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;A Sábia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sabe o que quer da vida, e também como chegar lá &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sempre com carácter]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; . Tem grande habilidade para envolver as pessoas que podem ajudá-la a tocar e realizar seus &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;projectos&lt;/span&gt;, não se importa em ter que usar um &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;teatrinho quando necessário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;È verdade! infelizmente, mas sempre no maior respeito pelo próximo]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Possui uma sensualidade que não passa despercebida por ninguém&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; [E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;u gosto da sensualidade]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, e aprendeu a se valer desta arma &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Mas sempre de baixo calibre]&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Principalmente entre quatro paredes &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;O)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; . Mas tome cuidado pois é um grande perigo se tornar dominadora demais &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tenho comigo quem não deixe :)]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OUSADIA, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ESPÍRITO COMPETITIVO, INDEPENDÊNCIA, FORÇA DE VONTADE, ORIGINALIDADE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Independente&lt;/span&gt; e dinâmica são &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;características&lt;/span&gt; de um líder, e é desta forma que é vista. É necessário à pessoa desta &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;personalidade&lt;/span&gt; agir com &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tato&lt;/span&gt;, diplomacia e paciência &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;com as experiências de vida a minha paciência vai ficando aos poucos enriquecida... mas ainda falta muito para chegar lá]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, evitando de ser vista como egoísta ou autoritária &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;nunca me senti assim. Não faz parte de mim]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Com frequência é procurada para assumir &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;projectos&lt;/span&gt; e empreendimentos pois sua &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;autoconfiança&lt;/span&gt; e facilidade em enfrentar os obstáculos são qualidades notórias&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; [&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olhem que nem sempre!!]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;e as pessoas acreditam na sua &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;eficiência&lt;/span&gt; em tomar conta das situações. É o tipo de pessoa que não se deixa &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;afectar&lt;/span&gt; quando existe oposição à suas &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ideias&lt;/span&gt; ou &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;acções&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;È verdade]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Por agir com &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;equilíbrio&lt;/span&gt; sempre tem o apoio dos que o seguem e acreditam na sua liderança. Para alcançar a vibração positiva que emana do número 1 é preciso concentrar-se em atingir seu &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;objectivo&lt;/span&gt;, coisa que costuma fazer com muita originalidade &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Acredito]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Personalidades&lt;/span&gt; deste número são rapidamente notados pois conquistam facilmente a todos e costumam ser o centro das atenções &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não quero]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753714202233420147-7603584002005437647?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/7603584002005437647/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=7603584002005437647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/7603584002005437647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/7603584002005437647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/11/sabia-sabe-o-que-quer-da-vida-e-tambem.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/TNFAlAl_PGI/AAAAAAAAAcM/poKQgXWNTtY/s72-c/sofia1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-1133205499751025868</id><published>2010-06-29T22:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T22:59:28.114+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/TCprcv8rWCI/AAAAAAAAAb0/_C3RhUZUceY/s1600/4421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488317237555845154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/TCprcv8rWCI/AAAAAAAAAb0/_C3RhUZUceY/s400/4421.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A ausência diminui as paixões medíocres e aumenta as grandes, assim como o vento apaga as velas, mas atiça as fogueiras." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;                                                                                                                                                          &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anónimo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Conservar algo que possa recordar-te seria admitir que eu pudesse esquecer-te."&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                          &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&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/8753714202233420147-1133205499751025868?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1133205499751025868/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=1133205499751025868&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/1133205499751025868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/1133205499751025868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/06/ausencia-diminui-as-paixoes-mediocres-e.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/TCprcv8rWCI/AAAAAAAAAb0/_C3RhUZUceY/s72-c/4421.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-3104760562955960492</id><published>2010-06-09T22:49:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T22:56:19.431+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/TBAMvuWLr1I/AAAAAAAAAbs/6mxFFUx4mcA/s1600/renascerdiario.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480894760544350034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/TBAMvuWLr1I/AAAAAAAAAbs/6mxFFUx4mcA/s400/renascerdiario.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje sinto-me uma pessoa com mais respeito por mim própria e isto transparece na minha postura, na minha voz, na minha integridade e nas opiniões...  uma leveza que me acalma e me faz renascer a cada dia para a vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/8753714202233420147-3104760562955960492?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3104760562955960492/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=3104760562955960492&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/3104760562955960492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/3104760562955960492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/TBAMvuWLr1I/AAAAAAAAAbs/6mxFFUx4mcA/s72-c/renascerdiario.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-2952795654822911293</id><published>2010-04-12T13:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T13:17:24.108+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/S8MN9G9LCQI/AAAAAAAAAbk/Jtf4qRQ9wHE/s1600/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459222516793542914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/S8MN9G9LCQI/AAAAAAAAAbk/Jtf4qRQ9wHE/s400/0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu olho para ti, os meus olhos brilham com a esperança de ser feliz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Porque em ti posso ser forte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tu brilhas sobre mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753714202233420147-2952795654822911293?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2952795654822911293/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=2952795654822911293&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/2952795654822911293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/2952795654822911293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/eu-olho-para-ti-os-meus-olhos-brilham.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/S8MN9G9LCQI/AAAAAAAAAbk/Jtf4qRQ9wHE/s72-c/0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-796551896923801549</id><published>2010-03-25T13:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-26T14:00:36.744Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/S6y8C4IpbJI/AAAAAAAAAbU/WS2vJUfv3Jk/s1600/DSC_2684.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452940006453243026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/S6y8C4IpbJI/AAAAAAAAAbU/WS2vJUfv3Jk/s400/DSC_2684.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No apreço que vos tenho, no sorriso que brilha, na alegria que ficou,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dentro de mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ficará para sempre, registado o vosso carinho,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Obrigado,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pela emoção que foi, sentir a tantos Km de distância, sabendo que tinha um grupo festejando o meu aniversário...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Obrigado minha vida, por teres aparecido e assim teres ficado para sempre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apenas obrigado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Por tudo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753714202233420147-796551896923801549?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/796551896923801549/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=796551896923801549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/796551896923801549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/796551896923801549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-apreco-que-vos-tenho-no-sorriso-que.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/S6y8C4IpbJI/AAAAAAAAAbU/WS2vJUfv3Jk/s72-c/DSC_2684.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-1022569283392201801</id><published>2010-03-24T00:00:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-03-24T11:52:18.672Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/S6k9MT9tuQI/AAAAAAAAAbM/2eXBK9NFuTY/s1600-h/happy_birthday+24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451956105635543298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/S6k9MT9tuQI/AAAAAAAAAbM/2eXBK9NFuTY/s400/happy_birthday+24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/8753714202233420147-1022569283392201801?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1022569283392201801/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=1022569283392201801&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/1022569283392201801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/1022569283392201801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/S6k9MT9tuQI/AAAAAAAAAbM/2eXBK9NFuTY/s72-c/happy_birthday+24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-6262063036780173680</id><published>2010-03-13T00:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-12T23:09:49.837Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/S5rGyqIi8aI/AAAAAAAAAbE/3EXaKqim4pQ/s1600-h/acolher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 259px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447885272863928738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/S5rGyqIi8aI/AAAAAAAAAbE/3EXaKqim4pQ/s400/acolher.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há dias que marcam a alma&lt;br /&gt;e a vida da gente&lt;br /&gt;e aquele em que tu me deixaste&lt;br /&gt;não posso esquecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&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/8753714202233420147-6262063036780173680?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6262063036780173680/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=6262063036780173680&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/6262063036780173680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/6262063036780173680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/03/ha-dias-que-marcam-alma-e-vida-da-gente.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/S5rGyqIi8aI/AAAAAAAAAbE/3EXaKqim4pQ/s72-c/acolher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-4032969183360573621</id><published>2010-02-22T12:52:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-22T12:55:58.612Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/S4J-GfrtECI/AAAAAAAAAa8/Jw-haQCa5Vg/s1600-h/da-me+um+abra%C3%A7o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441049949866102818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/S4J-GfrtECI/AAAAAAAAAa8/Jw-haQCa5Vg/s400/da-me+um+abra%C3%A7o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me um abraço que seja forte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E me conforte a cada canto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não digas nada que o nada é tanto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu não me importo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me um abraço fica por perto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste aperto tão pouco espaço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero mais nada, só o silêncio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do teu abraço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já me perdi sem rumo certo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já me venci pelo cansaço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E estando longe, estive tão perto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do teu abraço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me um abraço que me desperte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E me aperte sem me apertar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que eu já estou perto abre os teus braços&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu chegar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É nesse abraço que eu descanso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse espaço que me sossega&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando possas dá-me outro abraço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só um não chega&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já me perdi sem rumo certo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já me venci pelo cansaço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E estando longe, estive tão perto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do teu abraço&lt;br /&gt;.. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já me perdi sem rumo certo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já me venci pelo cansaço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E estando longe, estive tão perto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do teu abraço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E estando longe, estive tão perto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do teu abraço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753714202233420147-4032969183360573621?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4032969183360573621/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=4032969183360573621&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/4032969183360573621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/4032969183360573621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/02/da-me-um-abraco-que-seja-forte-e-me.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/S4J-GfrtECI/AAAAAAAAAa8/Jw-haQCa5Vg/s72-c/da-me+um+abra%C3%A7o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-4427936183242987393</id><published>2010-01-16T18:37:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-16T18:47:08.159Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/S1IHkcUI1II/AAAAAAAAAa0/YCwQ2mI5e1M/s1600-h/ponte+angeiras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427408823592211586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/S1IHkcUI1II/AAAAAAAAAa0/YCwQ2mI5e1M/s400/ponte+angeiras.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que bom ouvir esta música... a imagem é excelente... aconchega o coração!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje preciso da música e da imagem, assim fica aqui o &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;registo&lt;/span&gt; de mais um sentimento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;com você eu tenho medo de me apaixonar&lt;br /&gt;eu tenho medo de não me apaixonar&lt;br /&gt;tenho medo dele, tenho medo dela&lt;br /&gt;os dois juntos onde eu não podia entrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;com você eu tenho mesmo de me conformar&lt;br /&gt;eu tenho mesmo de não me conformar&lt;br /&gt;sexo heterodoxo, lapsos de desejo&lt;br /&gt;quando eu vejo o céu desaba sobre nós&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mucosa roxa, peito cor de rola&lt;br /&gt;seu beijo, seu texto, seu queixo, seu pêlo,&lt;br /&gt;sua coxa&lt;br /&gt;menina deusa urbana, neta do sol&lt;br /&gt;eu sou você e os meus rivais. sou só&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mucosa roxa, peito cor de rola&lt;br /&gt;seu beijo, seu texto, seu cheiro, seu pêlo,&lt;br /&gt;cê toda&lt;br /&gt;menina deusa urbana, neta do sol&lt;br /&gt;eu sou você e os meus rivais. sou só&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/8753714202233420147-4427936183242987393?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4427936183242987393/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=4427936183242987393&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/4427936183242987393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/4427936183242987393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/S1IHkcUI1II/AAAAAAAAAa0/YCwQ2mI5e1M/s72-c/ponte+angeiras.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-6249889967325689515</id><published>2010-01-13T15:18:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-13T15:31:06.652Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/S03kVzVr5XI/AAAAAAAAAas/Mos2MnFqatI/s1600-h/cora%C3%A7ao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426244189260866930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/S03kVzVr5XI/AAAAAAAAAas/Mos2MnFqatI/s400/cora%C3%A7ao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Onde esteve o teu coração em 2009?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Em muitos sítios!?...momentos houve em que o entregas-te à vida sem medo, sem pressas e sem angústias... agarraste as horas os dias como se fossem únicos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;È certo que existiram dias e dias longos noites que pareceram infinitas em que o tiveste amarrotado em que o sentiste mutilado, à deriva como um barco de um lado para o outro.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Há momentos em que é necessário arriscar! Agora vais arriscar porque vale a pena pela vida, a tua vida!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/8753714202233420147-6249889967325689515?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6249889967325689515/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=6249889967325689515&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/6249889967325689515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/6249889967325689515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/01/onde-esteve-o-teu-coracao-em-2009-em.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/S03kVzVr5XI/AAAAAAAAAas/Mos2MnFqatI/s72-c/cora%C3%A7ao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-8840884026442746851</id><published>2010-01-05T14:24:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-05T14:27:59.091Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/S0NLwmnB7_I/AAAAAAAAAak/q5kYH-E_kIg/s1600-h/flores.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423261674654265330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/S0NLwmnB7_I/AAAAAAAAAak/q5kYH-E_kIg/s400/flores.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Quem teve a ideia de cortar o tempo em fatias, a que se deu o nome de ano, foi um indivíduo genial. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Industrializou&lt;/span&gt; a esperança, fazendo-a funcionar no limite da exaustão. Doze meses dão para qualquer ser humano se cansar e entregar os pontos. Aí entra o milagre da renovação e tudo começa outra vez com outro número e outra vontade de acreditar que daqui para adiante vai ser diferente. Para você, desejo o sonho realizado. O amor esperado.&lt;br /&gt;A esperança renovada.&lt;br /&gt;Para você, desejo todas as cores desta vida. Todas as alegrias que puder sorrir, todas as músicas que puder emocionar.&lt;br /&gt;Para você neste novo ano, desejo que os amigos sejam mais cúmplices, que sua família esteja mais unida, que sua vida seja mais bem vivida. Gostaria de lhe desejar tantas coisas. Mas nada seria suficiente para repassar o que realmente desejo a você. Então, desejo apenas que você tenha muitos desejos. Desejos grandes e que eles possam te mover a cada minuto, rumo à sua felicidade! "                                                                                                       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Carlos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Drumonnd&lt;/span&gt; de Andrade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753714202233420147-8840884026442746851?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8840884026442746851/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=8840884026442746851&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/8840884026442746851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/8840884026442746851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/01/quem-teve-ideia-de-cortar-o-tempo-em.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/S0NLwmnB7_I/AAAAAAAAAak/q5kYH-E_kIg/s72-c/flores.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-8522665141726238908</id><published>2009-12-16T01:54:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-16T02:06:03.357Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/Syg98fP1c0I/AAAAAAAAAac/RsqJEhE7CXs/s1600-h/carta+pai+natal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415646661302383426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/Syg98fP1c0I/AAAAAAAAAac/RsqJEhE7CXs/s400/carta+pai+natal.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Querido Pai Natal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este ano foi longo, um ano com marcas tão fortes, que ficarão para sempre na minha vida em todos os aspectos.&lt;br /&gt;O ano está a chegar ao fim e sinceramente sinto-me com mais compreensão e entendimento sobre momentos da vida que me estavam a custar perceber, aos poucos muito devagarinho com muito esforço ela vai seguindo o seu rumo. Lá vou conseguindo me organizar, com muito empenho, esforço, trabalho, dedicação...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabes quero acreditar em ti, o amigo das crianças!&lt;br /&gt;Este ano não peço grandes presentes... Peço que aqueças de amor e felicidade o coraçãozinho dos meus filhos na noite mágica.&lt;br /&gt;E que eu sinta o sorriso deles tão forte, tão vivo e quente como a luz do sol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Nessa noite mágica deixa com toda a abundância aconchegado o coração das pessoas que por alguma razão, se sintam sós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confio em ti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/8753714202233420147-8522665141726238908?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8522665141726238908/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=8522665141726238908&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/8522665141726238908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/8522665141726238908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/12/querido-pai-natal.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/Syg98fP1c0I/AAAAAAAAAac/RsqJEhE7CXs/s72-c/carta+pai+natal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-5907010641683044439</id><published>2009-12-07T13:32:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-07T13:36:44.119Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 311px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412486853916371426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/Sx0EHfcoKeI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/qDlaPR-G0VQ/s400/rui+pedro.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CARTA DE UMA MÃE AO FILHO DESAPARECIDO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando penso em ti, um misto de dor e alegria invadem o meu ser, torno-me de repente melancólica e feliz e há um aperto no meu peito que não sei decifrar. Pensar em ti!? Penso sempre! Tu estas nas coisas mais simples e também nas coisas mais complicadas, fazes-me sonhar com outras eras e sofrer no presente... Queria dizer-te tanta coisa de certeza com um olhar seria o bastante e um abraço e mil beijos e... Como estarás? Que transformações sofreste? Cresceste muito? Que pensas? Que te dói? Que posso fazer por ti? Aqui tenho as tuas coisas, os teus objectos, as tuas roupas, os teus perfumes, a tua imagem passada aparece-me a cada instante... Mas de repente acordo e vejo que realmente não estas aqui, e sofro, às vezes choro, noutras alturas fico simplesmente parada com o olhar ausente! Não quero acreditar nesta realidade!!! Quero ver-te pegar em mim ao colo, enrolar-me com o teu corpo num enorme abraço, sentir-me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;baixinha&lt;/span&gt; e com o coração a derreter de felicidade por estar aqui, apenas porque nos completas e não há nada mais feliz que isso! Para ti, toda a saudade do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até sempre... Tua &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Mãe&lt;/span&gt;, Filomena Teixeira&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esta mensagem é um dos métodos a que a mãe do Rui Pedro tem recorrido para que a ajudem a encontrar o filho, já que as autoridades Portuguesas têm deixado arrastar este caso há já Nove anos&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/8753714202233420147-5907010641683044439?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5907010641683044439/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=5907010641683044439&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/5907010641683044439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/5907010641683044439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/12/carta-de-uma-mae-ao-filho-desaparecido.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/Sx0EHfcoKeI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/qDlaPR-G0VQ/s72-c/rui+pedro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-9209046996548722811</id><published>2009-11-11T13:35:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-11T13:43:25.608Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/Svq9ytsX6qI/AAAAAAAAAaA/t92bZVbARyk/s1600-h/1211296233_luz_ao_fundo_do_tunel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402839381941152418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/Svq9ytsX6qI/AAAAAAAAAaA/t92bZVbARyk/s400/1211296233_luz_ao_fundo_do_tunel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;È nos momentos difíceis que dou tudo, vivendo os sentimentos como aprendizagem para poder entender e chegar sempre aquela luz ao fundo do túnel...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sei que ela estará sempre lá e alcança-la são momentos vitoriosos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;è verdade que estou habituada a dar, nunca a receber nas horas mais difíceis, mas também não deixa de ser verdade que houveram momentos de lágrimas constantes e tive quem as enxuga-se e aqui fica o meu obrigado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Calmamente sei que vou conseguir, e sobre esta fase! irei  olhar para ela como uma apredizagem para que assim futuramente seja risonha a minha vida e a forma de estar nela.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753714202233420147-9209046996548722811?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/9209046996548722811/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=9209046996548722811&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/9209046996548722811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/9209046996548722811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/11/e-nos-momentos-dificeis-que-dou-tudo.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/Svq9ytsX6qI/AAAAAAAAAaA/t92bZVbARyk/s72-c/1211296233_luz_ao_fundo_do_tunel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-7570723105789800109</id><published>2009-11-04T23:20:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-04T23:30:27.674Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SvIMRYZ1q8I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/2dGfdPLlyms/s1600-h/toca-me+de+manha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400392395918781378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SvIMRYZ1q8I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/2dGfdPLlyms/s400/toca-me+de+manha.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touch me in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Then just walk away&lt;br /&gt;We don't have tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;But we had yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hey!)&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't it me who said that&lt;br /&gt;Nothing good's gonna last forever?&lt;br /&gt;And wasn't it me who said&lt;br /&gt;Let's just be glad for the time together?&lt;br /&gt;It must've been hard to tell me&lt;br /&gt;That you've given all you had to give&lt;br /&gt;I can understand you're feeling that way&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's got their life to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can say goodbye in the cold morning light&lt;br /&gt;But I can't watch love die in the warmth of the night&lt;br /&gt;If I've got to be strong&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know I need to have tonight when you're gone?&lt;br /&gt;'Till you go I need to lie here and think about&lt;br /&gt;The last time that you'll touch me in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Then just close the door&lt;br /&gt;Leave me as you found me, empty like before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hey!)&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't it yesterday&lt;br /&gt;We used to laugh at the wind behind us?&lt;br /&gt;Didn't we run away and hope&lt;br /&gt;That time wouldn't try to find us (Didn't we run)&lt;br /&gt;Didn't we take each other&lt;br /&gt;To a place where no one's ever been?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I really need you near me tonight&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you'll never take me there again&lt;br /&gt;Let me watch you go&lt;br /&gt;With the sun in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;We've seen how love can grow&lt;br /&gt;Now we'll see how it dies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I've got to be strong&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know I need to have tonight when you're gone?&lt;br /&gt;'Till you go I need to hold you until the time&lt;br /&gt;Your hands reach out and touch me in the morning&lt;br /&gt;(Mornings where blue and gold and we could feel one anotherliving)&lt;br /&gt;Then just walk away&lt;br /&gt;(We walked with a dream to hold and we could take what the worldwas giving)&lt;br /&gt;We don't have tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;(There's no tomorrow here, there's only love and the time tochase it)&lt;br /&gt;But we had yesterday&lt;br /&gt;(But yesterday's gone my love, there's only now and it's time toface it)&lt;br /&gt;Touch me in the morning...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753714202233420147-7570723105789800109?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/7570723105789800109/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=7570723105789800109&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/7570723105789800109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/7570723105789800109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/11/touch-me-in-morning-then-just-walk-away.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SvIMRYZ1q8I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/2dGfdPLlyms/s72-c/toca-me+de+manha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-2083784694541589885</id><published>2009-10-21T21:05:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T22:12:46.347+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/St9trsMwznI/AAAAAAAAAZw/qXkFNnWZOtA/s1600-h/nasci+novamente.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395151475979636338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/St9trsMwznI/AAAAAAAAAZw/qXkFNnWZOtA/s400/nasci+novamente.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hoje nasci novamente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;para a VIDA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenham cuidado com a estrada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753714202233420147-2083784694541589885?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2083784694541589885/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=2083784694541589885&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/2083784694541589885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/2083784694541589885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_21.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/St9trsMwznI/AAAAAAAAAZw/qXkFNnWZOtA/s72-c/nasci+novamente.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-1356753058166811854</id><published>2009-10-15T13:00:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T13:21:17.152+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/StcPEJPFv2I/AAAAAAAAAZo/bGdPcF5OydQ/s1600-h/inicio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392795642672562018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/StcPEJPFv2I/AAAAAAAAAZo/bGdPcF5OydQ/s400/inicio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Embora ninguém possa voltar atrás e fazer um novo começo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;qualquer um pode começar agora e fazer um novo fim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Chico Xavier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/8753714202233420147-1356753058166811854?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1356753058166811854/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=1356753058166811854&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/1356753058166811854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/1356753058166811854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_15.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/StcPEJPFv2I/AAAAAAAAAZo/bGdPcF5OydQ/s72-c/inicio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-868504468936273222</id><published>2009-10-09T13:16:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T13:28:02.443+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/Ss8prO48ReI/AAAAAAAAAZg/c0hwv0bgEGQ/s1600-h/colorir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390573101693814242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/Ss8prO48ReI/AAAAAAAAAZg/c0hwv0bgEGQ/s400/colorir.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A manhã de hoje foi angustiante, marcante mesmo... Por isso quero esquecer e vou sim colorir a minha vida...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Então de &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Salmão as minhas mãos&lt;/span&gt; para nelas colocar a felicidade e a harmonia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;meu corpo de Rosa claro&lt;/span&gt; ficando suave, terno e carinhoso para todo o feminino da minha vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Azul colocá-lo no meu coração&lt;/span&gt;  para nele ter sempre a imensidão do céu na lealdade, fidelidade e subtileza...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Os &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;meus olhos de Amarelo&lt;/span&gt; com a sua descontracção transmitir o calor e a luz que há em mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;minha vida sempre de Verde&lt;/span&gt;, onde existirá sempre a juventude a esperança e o frescor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Na &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;minha alma&lt;/span&gt; utilizaria, vou utilizar o &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;vermelho&lt;/span&gt; para a paixão e todo o sentimento. O &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Branco&lt;/span&gt; para transmitir a sua pureza, calma e inocência :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753714202233420147-868504468936273222?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/868504468936273222/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=868504468936273222&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/868504468936273222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/868504468936273222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/Ss8prO48ReI/AAAAAAAAAZg/c0hwv0bgEGQ/s72-c/colorir.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-7027609435757416875</id><published>2009-10-06T14:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T14:37:15.899+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thinking of You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SstHlKVvlII/AAAAAAAAAZY/CrzOfFVXydE/s1600-h/pensando+em+ti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389480082835215490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SstHlKVvlII/AAAAAAAAAZY/CrzOfFVXydE/s400/pensando+em+ti.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Keeping you close in my thoughts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/8753714202233420147-7027609435757416875?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/7027609435757416875/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=7027609435757416875&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/7027609435757416875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/7027609435757416875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/10/thinking-of-you.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SstHlKVvlII/AAAAAAAAAZY/CrzOfFVXydE/s72-c/pensando+em+ti.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-1663326833080289797</id><published>2009-09-29T13:08:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T13:16:11.008+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SsH5JGsN2UI/AAAAAAAAAZI/qsCJ6IqYEe0/s1600-h/lgrima.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386860564122032450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 368px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SsH5JGsN2UI/AAAAAAAAAZI/qsCJ6IqYEe0/s400/lgrima.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As nossas lágrimas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;São fraquezas que se demonstra? Serão elas que nos tornam fortes? Ou nos enfraquecem?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quando escorrem pela minha face nos últimos dias, sinto que elas me enfraquecem... de uma forma que me apetece desistir de tudo... pensando mesmo o que faço aqui?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O que quero, o que desejo... com estas lágrimas quero tornar-me mais forte e futuramente olhar para este tempo com um sorriso na boca... Não tem sido fácil!! Mas nunca baixarei os braços na sua totalidade, é certo que andam descaídos... mas eu acredito que se vão erguer, bem alto para alcançar os sonhos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/8753714202233420147-1663326833080289797?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1663326833080289797/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=1663326833080289797&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/1663326833080289797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/1663326833080289797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/09/as-nossas-lagrimas.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SsH5JGsN2UI/AAAAAAAAAZI/qsCJ6IqYEe0/s72-c/lgrima.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-2189111024294970522</id><published>2009-09-18T18:00:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T18:07:09.337+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SrO9UastFPI/AAAAAAAAAZA/geG9haSi1W4/s1600-h/Digitalizar0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382854138099733746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 378px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SrO9UastFPI/AAAAAAAAAZA/geG9haSi1W4/s400/Digitalizar0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; ùltimamente dá-me uma vontade...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...principalmente começar do zero!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753714202233420147-2189111024294970522?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2189111024294970522/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=2189111024294970522&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/2189111024294970522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/2189111024294970522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_18.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SrO9UastFPI/AAAAAAAAAZA/geG9haSi1W4/s72-c/Digitalizar0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-5013111674497454060</id><published>2009-09-13T23:57:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T00:09:34.029+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/Sq16-tAyGVI/AAAAAAAAAY4/wEJr_ygx_sA/s1600-h/E_06a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 261px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381092347430967634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/Sq16-tAyGVI/AAAAAAAAAY4/wEJr_ygx_sA/s400/E_06a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ontem foi-me oferecido este livro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ameiiii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Irei partilhar as suas frases simples&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;para aquelas espécies de dias...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/Sq16rOYlabI/AAAAAAAAAYw/x1OEvH0VzBc/s1600-h/dias_em_cheio+vazios.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381092012791785906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/Sq16rOYlabI/AAAAAAAAAYw/x1OEvH0VzBc/s400/dias_em_cheio+vazios.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8753714202233420147-5013111674497454060?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5013111674497454060/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=5013111674497454060&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/5013111674497454060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/5013111674497454060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/Sq16-tAyGVI/AAAAAAAAAY4/wEJr_ygx_sA/s72-c/E_06a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-4481886984521385909</id><published>2009-08-27T16:12:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T16:27:57.018+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SpaiY6AiOQI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/c2yJg_01Yn0/s1600-h/4700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374661754085325058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SpaiY6AiOQI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/c2yJg_01Yn0/s400/4700.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Na vida passei pelo que passei, cresci, tornei-me no que me tornei com isto consigo apreciar de forma mais consciente o que tenho o que me dão... Só tendo vivido o que vivi, sei que posso dar e receber de forma absorvente...A união entre mim e os meus filhos é importante... È imensamente bom o amor que sinto por eles, deixando espaço para o amor pela vida pois tenho um respeito mágico sobre ela. Tenho consciência que se a vida me tivesse &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;propocionando&lt;/span&gt; apenas momento bons hoje não seria a mulher que sou não dava o verdadeiro sentido mágico à vida e principalmente passei a não me lamentar da vida, mas sim a saber  lidar com o que ela me dá.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/8753714202233420147-4481886984521385909?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4481886984521385909/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=4481886984521385909&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/4481886984521385909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/4481886984521385909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/08/na-vida-passei-pelo-que-passei-cresci.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SpaiY6AiOQI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/c2yJg_01Yn0/s72-c/4700.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-468300479757415651</id><published>2009-08-20T22:25:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T23:20:11.902+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/So3IGOfraZI/AAAAAAAAAYI/urJkWyVuYPY/s1600-h/wish_you_were_here.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372169939818604946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/So3IGOfraZI/AAAAAAAAAYI/urJkWyVuYPY/s400/wish_you_were_here.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;                                                     Apenas o queria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Desejava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;                                                     Como o desejo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753714202233420147-468300479757415651?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/468300479757415651/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=468300479757415651&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/468300479757415651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/468300479757415651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/So3IGOfraZI/AAAAAAAAAYI/urJkWyVuYPY/s72-c/wish_you_were_here.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-7344684250808999975</id><published>2009-08-18T23:19:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T00:22:45.154+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T1Q6WPhsSug&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T1Q6WPhsSug&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;E uma asa voa &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Num &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;voo&lt;/span&gt; de sonho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;A cada beijo teu,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que me abraça na ausência&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Esta noite&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero a tua imagem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Sou dono do céu,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desenhada no meu coração&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;E eu não sei quem te perdeu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No amor do teu sentir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753714202233420147-7344684250808999975?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/7344684250808999975/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=7344684250808999975&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/7344684250808999975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/7344684250808999975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/08/e-uma-asa-voa-num-voo-de-sonho-cada.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-8958824191982724592</id><published>2009-08-17T18:19:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T18:35:03.198+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SomUJ7dY4qI/AAAAAAAAAYA/NoObhaLJ95c/s1600-h/olho+flor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370986928916718242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SomUJ7dY4qI/AAAAAAAAAYA/NoObhaLJ95c/s400/olho+flor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sinto-me a florescer, depois de dias cinzentos... Obrigado por me terem ajudado a superar estes dias com menos sol na minha vida... e conforme me fora pedido ontem irei &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;concerteza&lt;/span&gt; cultivar o meu jardim, de forma que as pétalas estejam sempre coloridas que se abram para a vida, enfrentando novos dias novas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;intempéries&lt;/span&gt; que possam surgir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370986638571182690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SomT5B1nmmI/AAAAAAAAAX4/NyWd9frJNUo/s320/voarei.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Voarei sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;fazendo dos sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;emoções presentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/8753714202233420147-8958824191982724592?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8958824191982724592/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=8958824191982724592&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/8958824191982724592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/8958824191982724592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/08/sinto-me-florescer-depois-de-dias.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SomUJ7dY4qI/AAAAAAAAAYA/NoObhaLJ95c/s72-c/olho+flor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-4459710481118827102</id><published>2009-08-14T16:17:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T16:26:21.633+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SoWCA7JSRpI/AAAAAAAAAXo/tKyRVci3AzE/s1600-h/desespero.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369841083097433746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 382px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SoWCA7JSRpI/AAAAAAAAAXo/tKyRVci3AzE/s400/desespero.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sinto a minha cabeça a ferver!! Invade-me um sentimento de desespero, raiva os dias não &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;têem&lt;/span&gt; sido fáceis... desesperadamente só me apetecia desaparecer com os meus filhos, para sítios onde possa sentir segurança e muita tranquilidade... já tentei fechar os olhos e pensar que isto passa, mas não consigo ficar melhor, só me apetece gritar... gritar a pedir liberdade para sentir, para viver, para ter paz... Dias assim custam imenso fico sem sentido, desorientada... não conseguindo conter as lágrimas... cada lágrima que caí é uma dor que amordaça o meu coração... custa muito mas não desistirei, isto tem de passar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/8753714202233420147-4459710481118827102?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4459710481118827102/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=4459710481118827102&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/4459710481118827102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/4459710481118827102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/08/sinto-minha-cabeca-ferver-invade-me-um.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SoWCA7JSRpI/AAAAAAAAAXo/tKyRVci3AzE/s72-c/desespero.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-4960306470264341149</id><published>2009-08-12T11:07:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T11:21:10.179+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SoKVWEn0RiI/AAAAAAAAAXY/T4Pv_3fP3Fw/s1600-h/acaricia-me.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369017912209458722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SoKVWEn0RiI/AAAAAAAAAXY/T4Pv_3fP3Fw/s400/acaricia-me.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Quantas são as pessoas, que perguntam como estás?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Querendo saber como estou, como me sinto... e quando este sentimento é de preocupação para comigo, sinto um aconchego que me invade a alma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Se vem um dia e a resposta não é &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;positiva&lt;/span&gt; a preocupação por mim aumenta...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Se me sinto melhor, como está a correr o meu dia, se dormi bem, já te &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alimentas&lt;/span&gt;te hoje? esta última preocupação é das que me tocam mais... nunca consegui saber porquê, mas que toca lá isso toca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quantos são os dias que nos dizem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje pareces-me bem, esse brilho nos olhos encantam, gosto de te ver assim. Gosto de ti quero-te ver sempre bonita... quero-te bem  a ti e aos teus filhos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fico derretida quando o assunto é os meus filhos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Quem é que não gosta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;de carinhos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="gl_photo" alt="Adicionar imagem" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753714202233420147-4960306470264341149?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4960306470264341149/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=4960306470264341149&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/4960306470264341149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/4960306470264341149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/08/quantas-sao-as-pessoas-que-perguntam.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SoKVWEn0RiI/AAAAAAAAAXY/T4Pv_3fP3Fw/s72-c/acaricia-me.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-5842864614817372370</id><published>2009-08-08T00:26:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T00:31:21.623+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/Sny4VTokQsI/AAAAAAAAAXI/K8vL0W1rGO8/s1600-h/amor+e+liberdade.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367367532105974466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 370px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/Sny4VTokQsI/AAAAAAAAAXI/K8vL0W1rGO8/s400/amor+e+liberdade.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Com uma liberdade total vive-se um verdadeiro amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Esta liberdade total predomina na relação em que ambos os amantes são capazes de se amar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;incondicionalmente&lt;/span&gt;, sem existir quaisquer exigências ou pré-requisitos ao seu amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É impossível amar alguém por dever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O amor floresce na relação e o respeito mútuo predomina em nós.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/8753714202233420147-5842864614817372370?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5842864614817372370/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=5842864614817372370&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/5842864614817372370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/5842864614817372370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/08/com-uma-liberdade-total-vive-se-um.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/Sny4VTokQsI/AAAAAAAAAXI/K8vL0W1rGO8/s72-c/amor+e+liberdade.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-623653908685327953</id><published>2009-08-03T23:32:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T23:41:28.681+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SndnbI5KtBI/AAAAAAAAAXA/fPq9XBCutn0/s1600-h/03-08-2009+082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365871196976624658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SndnbI5KtBI/AAAAAAAAAXA/fPq9XBCutn0/s400/03-08-2009+082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudade é um pouco como fome. Só passa quando se come a presença. Mas às vezes a saudade é tão profunda que a presença é pouco: quer-se absorver a outra pessoa toda. Essa vontade de um ser o outro para uma unificação inteira é um dos sentimentos mais urgentes que se tem na vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Clarice Lispector)&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/8753714202233420147-623653908685327953?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/623653908685327953/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=623653908685327953&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/623653908685327953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/623653908685327953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/08/saudade-e-um-pouco-como-fome.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SndnbI5KtBI/AAAAAAAAAXA/fPq9XBCutn0/s72-c/03-08-2009+082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-8059454587769693947</id><published>2009-07-29T00:25:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T00:30:31.406+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/Sm-JBfypOTI/AAAAAAAAAWw/67j0BlXElWo/s1600-h/por+de+sol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363656340028340530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/Sm-JBfypOTI/AAAAAAAAAWw/67j0BlXElWo/s400/por+de+sol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Porque os outros se mascaram mas tu não&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Porque os outros usam a virtude &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Para comprar o que não tem perdão. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Porque os outros têm medo mas tu não. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Porque os outros são os túmulos caiados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Onde germina calada a podridão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Porque os outros se calam mas tu não.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Porque os outros se compram e se vendem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E os seus gestos dão sempre dividendo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Porque os outros são hábeis mas tu não. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Porque os outros vão à sombra dos abrigos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E tu vais de mãos dadas com os perigos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Porque os outros calculam mas tu não.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753714202233420147-8059454587769693947?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8059454587769693947/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=8059454587769693947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/8059454587769693947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/8059454587769693947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post_29.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/Sm-JBfypOTI/AAAAAAAAAWw/67j0BlXElWo/s72-c/por+de+sol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-1578965576409823064</id><published>2009-07-24T11:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T11:23:55.500+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SmmLhmB5KgI/AAAAAAAAAWo/NgYvJ0U3TGY/s1600-h/eu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361970240621718018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SmmLhmB5KgI/AAAAAAAAAWo/NgYvJ0U3TGY/s400/eu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Longe de ti são ermos os caminhos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Longe de ti não há luar nem rosas;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Longe de ti há noites silenciosas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Há dias sem calor, beirais sem ninhos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Florbela Espanca)&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/8753714202233420147-1578965576409823064?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1578965576409823064/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=1578965576409823064&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/1578965576409823064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/1578965576409823064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/07/longe-de-ti-sao-ermos-os-caminhos-longe.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SmmLhmB5KgI/AAAAAAAAAWo/NgYvJ0U3TGY/s72-c/eu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-5302924514825255175</id><published>2009-07-22T16:59:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T15:16:17.617+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/Smhs5MEP66I/AAAAAAAAAWY/xYgGkxexlRQ/s1600-h/fragil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361655086131964834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/Smhs5MEP66I/AAAAAAAAAWY/xYgGkxexlRQ/s400/fragil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sinto-me Frágil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sinto falta do meu sorriso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sinto falta do olhar brilhante dos meus olhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hoje sinto-me assim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Carente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ne&lt;em&gt;r&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ável&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;P&lt;em&gt;e&lt;/em&gt;r&lt;em&gt;di&lt;/em&gt;da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/8753714202233420147-5302924514825255175?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5302924514825255175/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=5302924514825255175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/5302924514825255175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/5302924514825255175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/07/sinto-me-fragil.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/Smhs5MEP66I/AAAAAAAAAWY/xYgGkxexlRQ/s72-c/fragil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-3596594386730920550</id><published>2009-07-20T14:55:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T14:59:43.793+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SmR3aLqG9xI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/s9Iw-9okrPw/s1600-h/saudade.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360540748167444242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SmR3aLqG9xI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/s9Iw-9okrPw/s400/saudade.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...se um dia uma brisa leve e suave tocar seu rosto, não tenha medo, é apenas minha saudade que te beija em silêncio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(autor desconhecido)&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/8753714202233420147-3596594386730920550?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3596594386730920550/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=3596594386730920550&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/3596594386730920550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/3596594386730920550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post_20.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SmR3aLqG9xI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/s9Iw-9okrPw/s72-c/saudade.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-1233937734440178154</id><published>2009-07-16T12:01:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T13:08:40.660+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/Sl8IuJwgj4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/WzovVzSL1OY/s1600-h/flor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359011670580563842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/Sl8IuJwgj4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/WzovVzSL1OY/s320/flor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Para ti meu anjo esta flor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...sentimento de amor, amizade e dedicação por ti...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Sou uma filha da natureza:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quero pegar, sentir, tocar, ser.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E tudo isso já faz parte de um todo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de um mistério.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sou uma só... Sou um ser.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E deixo que TU sejas. Isto te assusta?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Creio que sim. Mas vale a pena.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mesmo que doa. Dói só no começo."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Clarice Lispector)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/8753714202233420147-1233937734440178154?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1233937734440178154/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=1233937734440178154&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/1233937734440178154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/1233937734440178154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post_16.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/Sl8IuJwgj4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/WzovVzSL1OY/s72-c/flor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-131860734287860894</id><published>2009-07-12T23:25:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T23:37:08.609+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SlplHiOwE4I/AAAAAAAAAWA/ewVH3uy8Qjo/s1600-h/executiva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357705886832792450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SlplHiOwE4I/AAAAAAAAAWA/ewVH3uy8Qjo/s320/executiva.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/Slpi8FLZ0UI/AAAAAAAAAV4/ZmCDm3MnCUQ/s1600-h/executiva.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Viveremos numa sociedade em que predomina uma pressa crónica?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Se a nossa agenda, não estiver cheia, não somos nada!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Se o nosso telemóvel não toca constantemente, duvidamos da nossa existência!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Se não estamos ocupados somos inúteis!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A falta de tempo tornou-se numa indicação de importância. Se não estivermos numa presa constante não somos ninguém!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;È preciso espaço, silêncio, tempo para pensar, tempo de tranquilidade... coragem é preciso para entrar no silêncio do telemóvel no espaço em branco na nossa agenda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Espaços assim são necessários nas nossas vidas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/8753714202233420147-131860734287860894?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/131860734287860894/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=131860734287860894&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/131860734287860894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/131860734287860894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SlplHiOwE4I/AAAAAAAAAWA/ewVH3uy8Qjo/s72-c/executiva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-5515610614768484572</id><published>2009-07-10T14:44:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T01:03:09.878+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SlfWYbHVRPI/AAAAAAAAAVw/uE35AlDIyB0/s1600-h/2845115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356985996864210162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SlfWYbHVRPI/AAAAAAAAAVw/uE35AlDIyB0/s400/2845115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quando o teu verdadeiro eu começa a emergir do teu intimo, deixas de necessitar de um exterior ostensivo para convenceres os outros - ou a ti próprio - de que existes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O sentimento da vida que provém do teu interior é tão forte, que progressivamente perdes o interesse em inventar uma fachada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Deixas&lt;/span&gt; de medir o teu êxito exterior medindo-lo interiormente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A este êxito interior significa que a tua vida se encontra em harmonia com a tua verdadeira &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;personalidade&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/8753714202233420147-5515610614768484572?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5515610614768484572/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=5515610614768484572&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/5515610614768484572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/5515610614768484572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/07/quando-o-teu-verdadeiro-eu-comeca.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SlfWYbHVRPI/AAAAAAAAAVw/uE35AlDIyB0/s72-c/2845115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-6660477977300573709</id><published>2009-07-05T19:15:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T19:20:26.596+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SlDt80sF57I/AAAAAAAAAVo/RWKNsJcK9Qo/s1600-h/to+make.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355041586135033778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SlDt80sF57I/AAAAAAAAAVo/RWKNsJcK9Qo/s400/to+make.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; make&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/8753714202233420147-6660477977300573709?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6660477977300573709/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=6660477977300573709&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/6660477977300573709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/6660477977300573709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-could.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SlDt80sF57I/AAAAAAAAAVo/RWKNsJcK9Qo/s72-c/to+make.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-7501407295722926267</id><published>2009-07-01T23:06:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T23:18:02.037+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/Skvd7mNl5AI/AAAAAAAAAVg/sdhljR1kKg8/s1600-h/medo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353616597999543298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/Skvd7mNl5AI/AAAAAAAAAVg/sdhljR1kKg8/s400/medo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Muchas veces tenemos miedo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Miedo de lo que podríamos no ser capaces de hacer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Miedo de lo que podrían pensar si lo intentamos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dejamos que nuestros temores se apoderen  de nuestras esperanzas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Decimos que no, cuando queremos decir que  sí.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nos callamos cuando queremos gritar y gritamos con todos cuando deberíamos cerrar la boca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;¿Por qué?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Si sólo vivimos una vez, no hay tiempo para tener miedo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Entonces basta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Atrévete, olvídate de que te están mirando.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Intenta la jugada imposible, corre el riesgo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No te preocupes por ser aceptado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No te conformes con ser uno más.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nadie te ata. Nadie te obliga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muchas veces, esperamos que las cosas sucedan, y nos olvidamos de lo más importante: creer en nosotros mismos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nos conformamos en vez de arriesgarnos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nada está escrito. Nada está hecho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ni siquiera lo imposible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Todo depende de decir "puedo" ante cada desafío.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cuando estamos decididos, tenemos más poder...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cuando estamos convencidos, cuando de verdad queremos algo, los obstáculos son menores...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Despierta!!.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tienes 206 huesos y más de 700 músculos esperando.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sólo falta tu decisión, tus ganas de jugar como nunca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pide la pelota, exígete más; vive sin domingos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Corre cada día un poco más lejos. Salta cada día un poco más alto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Conviértete en tu propio ídolo. Súmate a dar vuelta el marcador.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cuando no esperes nada de los demás.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cuando sientas que cada tanto depende de vos, tu espíritu se fortalecerá.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Y poco a poco, las voces se convertirán en ovación.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tus respiros se llenarán de logros y tu vida de sentido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Están los que siguen corriendo cuando les tiemblan las piernas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Los que siguen jugando cuando se les acaba el aire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Los que siguen luchando cuando todo parece perdido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Como si cada vez fuera la última.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Convencidos de que la vida misma es un desafío, sufren pero no se quejan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Porque saben que el dolor pasa, el sudor se seca y el cansancio termina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pero hay algo que nunca desaparecerá: la satisfacción de haberlo logrado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;En sus cuerpos corre la misma sangre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lo que los hace diferentes es su espíritu, la determinación de alcanzar la cima; una cima a la que no se llega superando a los demás, sino superándose a sí mismo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tiempo sobra para los mediocres, pero tiempo falta para realizar tus sueños!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Reflexiones de La Vida)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/8753714202233420147-7501407295722926267?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/7501407295722926267/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=7501407295722926267&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/7501407295722926267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/7501407295722926267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/07/muchas-veces-tenemos-miedo.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/Skvd7mNl5AI/AAAAAAAAAVg/sdhljR1kKg8/s72-c/medo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-841305579537221614</id><published>2009-06-30T13:19:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T13:26:29.784+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Absolutamente   &lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Es&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;an&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;tE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SkoDDp_xG1I/AAAAAAAAAVY/exK-ruoOznA/s1600-h/encontro+sereno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353094468431059794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SkoDDp_xG1I/AAAAAAAAAVY/exK-ruoOznA/s400/encontro+sereno.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No seu longínquo horizonte, o sentir... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Num abraço sobre a natureza...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Beleza sublime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753714202233420147-841305579537221614?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/841305579537221614/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=841305579537221614&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/841305579537221614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/841305579537221614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/06/absolutamente-es-t-on-t-e-te-no-seu.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SkoDDp_xG1I/AAAAAAAAAVY/exK-ruoOznA/s72-c/encontro+sereno.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-850409973762930866</id><published>2009-06-26T15:22:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T15:54:38.364+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Obrigado Luz do meu encanto...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SkTg3fSGFxI/AAAAAAAAAVA/j_4UekKuZT0/s1600-h/luz+do+meu+encanto.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351649501117814546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SkTg3fSGFxI/AAAAAAAAAVA/j_4UekKuZT0/s400/luz+do+meu+encanto.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo era apenas uma brincadeira&lt;br /&gt;E foi crescendo, crescendo, me absorvendo&lt;br /&gt;E de repente eu me vi assim completamente seu&lt;br /&gt;Vi a minha força amarrada no seu passo&lt;br /&gt;Vi que sem você não tem caminho,&lt;br /&gt;eu não me acho&lt;br /&gt;Vi um grande amor gritar dentro de mim como&lt;br /&gt;eu sonhei um dia&lt;br /&gt;Quando o meu mundo era mais mundo&lt;br /&gt;E todo mundo admitia&lt;br /&gt;Uma mudança muito estranha&lt;br /&gt;Mais pureza, mais carinho mais calma,&lt;br /&gt;mais alegria&lt;br /&gt;No meu jeito de me dar&lt;br /&gt;Quando a canção se fez mais clara e mais sentida&lt;br /&gt;Quando a poesia realmente fez folia em minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Você veio me falar dessa paixão inesperada&lt;br /&gt;Por outra pessoa&lt;br /&gt;Mas não tem revolta não&lt;br /&gt;Eu só quero que você se encontre&lt;br /&gt;Ter saudade até que é bom&lt;br /&gt;É melhor que caminhar vazio&lt;br /&gt;A esperança é um dom&lt;br /&gt;Que eu tenho em mim&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho sim&lt;br /&gt;Não tem desespero não&lt;br /&gt;Você me ensinou milhões de coisas&lt;br /&gt;Tenho um sonho em minhas mãos&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã será um novo dia&lt;br /&gt;Certamente eu vou ser mais feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/8753714202233420147-850409973762930866?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/850409973762930866/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=850409973762930866&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/850409973762930866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/850409973762930866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/06/tudo-era-apenas-uma-brincadeira-e-foi.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SkTg3fSGFxI/AAAAAAAAAVA/j_4UekKuZT0/s72-c/luz+do+meu+encanto.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-4474670658717936361</id><published>2009-06-26T00:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T00:05:00.421+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SkOh1QFPiSI/AAAAAAAAAU4/DDAs-aD_2wg/s1600-h/presist%C3%AAncia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351298718468376866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SkOh1QFPiSI/AAAAAAAAAU4/DDAs-aD_2wg/s400/presist%C3%AAncia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O tempo passa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tu continuas na tua estrada da vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O caminho que segues pode não funcionar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas continua a persistir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Encontra outros caminhos, outras rotas... mas vai á luta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Persiste!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SkOgnujyvQI/AAAAAAAAAUw/iDxUgaihbTk/s1600-h/cal%C3%A7ada+solitaria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351297386619780354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SkOgnujyvQI/AAAAAAAAAUw/iDxUgaihbTk/s400/cal%C3%A7ada+solitaria.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A tua persistência pode até ser solitária, mas tu sabes que:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sendo persistente mantemos os nossos objectivos sempre em destaque e mesmo nas maiores dificuldades ou enfrentando obstáculos que possam até mesmo ser intransponíveis, é resistir e continuar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/8753714202233420147-4474670658717936361?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4474670658717936361/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=4474670658717936361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/4474670658717936361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/4474670658717936361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-tempo-passa.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SkOh1QFPiSI/AAAAAAAAAU4/DDAs-aD_2wg/s72-c/presist%C3%AAncia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-6489614661159455130</id><published>2009-06-25T16:25:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T16:34:21.669+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SkOXG3HdXQI/AAAAAAAAAUo/D3iHJ-PQWpo/s1600-h/tempo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351286926376525058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SkOXG3HdXQI/AAAAAAAAAUo/D3iHJ-PQWpo/s400/tempo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nos tempos que correm é essencial conquistar em cada dia momentos necessários para nos encontrar-mos connosco e com os outros...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Precisamente onde exista o espaço para o diálogo, para as relações afectivas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/8753714202233420147-6489614661159455130?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6489614661159455130/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=6489614661159455130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/6489614661159455130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/6489614661159455130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/06/nos-tempos-que-correm-e-essencial.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SkOXG3HdXQI/AAAAAAAAAUo/D3iHJ-PQWpo/s72-c/tempo1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-7039004220271394496</id><published>2009-06-23T11:23:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T15:23:12.459+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SkCtNrjI3_I/AAAAAAAAAUg/Gf12v3pfOZg/s1600-h/pc-pid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350466807856160754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SkCtNrjI3_I/AAAAAAAAAUg/Gf12v3pfOZg/s400/pc-pid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gostava de Saber, Sentir...Ser...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostava de saber como me vêem, determinadas pessoas...&lt;br /&gt;Gostava de sentir a presença constante do aconchego em mim...&lt;br /&gt;Gostava que as minhas mãos fossem apertadas com toda a força...&lt;br /&gt;Gostava de ser brisa suave que provoca arrepios....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostava de Ouvir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou aqui...&lt;br /&gt;Sempre ao teu lado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em todos os segundos&lt;br /&gt;Em todas as horas que o dia possui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Estou aqui...&lt;br /&gt;Sempre ao teu lado, para ti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753714202233420147-7039004220271394496?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/7039004220271394496/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=7039004220271394496&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/7039004220271394496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/7039004220271394496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/06/gostava-de-saber-sentir.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SkCtNrjI3_I/AAAAAAAAAUg/Gf12v3pfOZg/s72-c/pc-pid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-8178305877623961661</id><published>2009-06-16T23:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T13:49:42.717+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SjjlWorpZcI/AAAAAAAAAUU/EwR9mLq4bgI/s1600-h/grito.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348276734542833090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SjjlWorpZcI/AAAAAAAAAUU/EwR9mLq4bgI/s400/grito.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Há dias assim em que o grito não larga o peito!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;São gritos!! São palavras que ficam agarradas por medo ou até mesmo falta de coragem, porque se quer proteger o mundo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;São respostas que se prendem cá dentro encobrindo perguntas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;São dores que teimam em desmanchar sorrisos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;São momentos contidos do meu querer, onde me deixam assim por aqui se manterem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E o que mais me custa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;São os momentos de silêncio que chegam a prender o grito ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753714202233420147-8178305877623961661?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8178305877623961661/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=8178305877623961661&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/8178305877623961661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/8178305877623961661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/06/ha-dias-assim-em-que-o-grito-nao-larga.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SjjlWorpZcI/AAAAAAAAAUU/EwR9mLq4bgI/s72-c/grito.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-5450858835315299385</id><published>2009-06-14T15:09:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T15:56:52.273+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SjUNXk4as7I/AAAAAAAAAUM/PaCkFsL-HYE/s1600-h/anjo-no-mar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347194831260791730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SjUNXk4as7I/AAAAAAAAAUM/PaCkFsL-HYE/s400/anjo-no-mar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SjUGbguWfeI/AAAAAAAAAUE/kmYC_Y94jLw/s1600-h/05.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tive um sonho, nesse sonho apareceu um anjo estendeu-me a mão e disse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Vem comigo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Levou-me para junto do mar onde ternamente disse &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Olha as estrelas assim como eu elas estão aqui para te proteger, para te ouvir, para te aconchegar secar as lágrimas que te caiem aquecer o teu coração colocar nele alegria autêntica...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fiz um pedido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Faz do meu mundo o preenchimento de seres humanos felizes simples e sinceros, onde o sol brilhe todos os dias e as gotas da chuva façam dos montes e prados os mais verdes de sempre. Onde o esboço de um sorriso nunca se esgote em lágrimas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ele respondeu &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;-O mundo está aí... luta e vive, e nunca te esqueças as minhas asas estão ao teu dispor para descansares ao som das melodias que te cantarei, voares alto bem alto de forma a tocares nas estrelas, farei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; de ti um coraçãozinho aconchegado... Mas quero que voes sempre e bem alto... O teu caminho será sempre iluminado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Como é bom sonhar!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/8753714202233420147-5450858835315299385?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5450858835315299385/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=5450858835315299385&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/5450858835315299385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/5450858835315299385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/06/tive-um-sonho-nesse-sonho-apareceu-um.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SjUNXk4as7I/AAAAAAAAAUM/PaCkFsL-HYE/s72-c/anjo-no-mar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-1995609739682457427</id><published>2009-06-08T23:12:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T23:18:53.318+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/Si2M2dZ48pI/AAAAAAAAAT0/DC0bLnKSlNU/s1600-h/arriscar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345083199992689298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/Si2M2dZ48pI/AAAAAAAAAT0/DC0bLnKSlNU/s400/arriscar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que arrisco muito na vida!&lt;br /&gt;Mas viver perigosamente significa transformar-me naquilo que sou no meu profundo íntimo, significa destruir as construções de segurança o receio e entrar em contacto com a minha autenticidade o meu eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriscar na vida consiste em tornar-me visível, permitindo à minha verdadeira personalidade surgir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/8753714202233420147-1995609739682457427?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1995609739682457427/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=1995609739682457427&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/1995609739682457427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/1995609739682457427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/06/eu-sei-que-arrisco-muito-na-vida-mas.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/Si2M2dZ48pI/AAAAAAAAAT0/DC0bLnKSlNU/s72-c/arriscar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-8226335097893664092</id><published>2009-06-07T02:06:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T02:11:41.740+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SisSn6ssjHI/AAAAAAAAATs/hyNrEEjrNs4/s1600-h/1498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344385859786148978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SisSn6ssjHI/AAAAAAAAATs/hyNrEEjrNs4/s400/1498.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maldita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;c&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;rê&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;cia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;que me deixas assim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/8753714202233420147-8226335097893664092?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8226335097893664092/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=8226335097893664092&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/8226335097893664092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/8226335097893664092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_07.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SisSn6ssjHI/AAAAAAAAATs/hyNrEEjrNs4/s72-c/1498.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-5597431086106125723</id><published>2009-06-05T00:49:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T01:31:16.806+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/Sihdiw-bbTI/AAAAAAAAATk/3qrImxn7UOk/s1600-h/humildade3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343623809718775090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/Sihdiw-bbTI/AAAAAAAAATk/3qrImxn7UOk/s400/humildade3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A humildade é uma força em mim que nega a fraqueza, com este efeito a minha força nasce da fraqueza. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ser humilde é sinceridade, porque descobrimos e reconhecemos a nossa impotência.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Às vezes deparo-me com realidades em que determinadas pessoas quando conseguem convencer toda a gente de que são fortes, sentem que obtiveram o direito de viver, porque encantaram, impressionaram fabricando representações positivas de si próprias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mas o preço desta charada é muito elevado. Quando não somos verdadeiros, não conseguimos encontrar a verdadeira intimidade e esta falta de intimidade conduz à solidão do nosso eu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A verdade e a humildade demoliu fachadas revelando assim o nosso eu autêntico, a nossa verdadeira realidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753714202233420147-5597431086106125723?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5597431086106125723/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=5597431086106125723&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/5597431086106125723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/5597431086106125723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/Sihdiw-bbTI/AAAAAAAAATk/3qrImxn7UOk/s72-c/humildade3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-3079569882882815643</id><published>2009-05-28T23:23:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T23:28:18.700+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/Sh8O8IkR-GI/AAAAAAAAATc/QDbClDXQ2hI/s1600-h/Waterfall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341004109339293794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/Sh8O8IkR-GI/AAAAAAAAATc/QDbClDXQ2hI/s400/Waterfall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;...Hoje apenas esta música quero escutar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;E se pudesse ser junto desta queda de água seria divinal!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753714202233420147-3079569882882815643?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3079569882882815643/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=3079569882882815643&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/3079569882882815643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/3079569882882815643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_28.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/Sh8O8IkR-GI/AAAAAAAAATc/QDbClDXQ2hI/s72-c/Waterfall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-936309323724659443</id><published>2009-05-27T13:39:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T20:58:13.542+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/Sh00xsj2_6I/AAAAAAAAATU/xuDVvuNCjp8/s1600-h/anabela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340482761511075746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/Sh00xsj2_6I/AAAAAAAAATU/xuDVvuNCjp8/s400/anabela.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anabela!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida está constantemente a surpreender-nos e tu como a vida estás a surpreender-me muito amiga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje estou aqui para te agradecer o quanto estás comigo és uma mulher fantástica a tua determinação encanta-me, tens uma característica que vai por certo favorecer-te sempre em toda a tua vida que é - A coragem. A vida já te estremeceu mas tu aguentas-te firme e hoje és uma mulher "Pilar", digna de um respeito encantador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim...digo-te existem pessoas de vários tipos aquelas que passam na nossa vida apenas...aquelas que ficam tatuados no nosso coração.&lt;br /&gt;Tu és uma destas pessoas, estás tatuada no meu coração sentindo-me eu muito bem com este sentimento... Saber que estás presente, faz-me bem. Saber que quando estou a ir ao fundo o teu ombro as tuas mãos estão lá para me amparar...é fantástico! Que mais queremos nós?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tua ternura, carinho e amizade sincera conseguem roubar-me um sorriso no meio de lágrimas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada, dás-me tanto!&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/8753714202233420147-936309323724659443?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/936309323724659443/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=936309323724659443&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/936309323724659443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/936309323724659443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/05/anabela-vida-esta-constantemente.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/Sh00xsj2_6I/AAAAAAAAATU/xuDVvuNCjp8/s72-c/anabela.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-6941171467507266328</id><published>2009-05-26T14:56:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T15:26:48.746+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/Shv1KO2vemI/AAAAAAAAATM/5QdF96nqIgQ/s1600-h/tempo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340131339313052258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/Shv1KO2vemI/AAAAAAAAATM/5QdF96nqIgQ/s400/tempo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje partilho esta música e sua letra,&lt;br /&gt;Porque gosto muito dela&lt;br /&gt;Porque traduz um pouco do que realmente vale a pena na Vida:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;- A PRÓPRIA VIDA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mesmo quando tudo pede um pouco mais de calma&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Até quando o corpo pede um pouco mais de alma&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;A vida não para&lt;/span&gt;...E quando o tempo acelera e pede pressa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu recuso faço hora, vou na valsa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;A vida é tão rara&lt;/span&gt;...E quando todo o mundo espera a cura do mal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E a loucura finge que isso tudo é normal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu finjo ter paciência...O mundo vai girando cada vez mais veloz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A gente espera do mundo e &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;o mundo espera de nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um pouco mais de paciência...Será que é tempo que me falta para perceber&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Será que temos esse tempo pra perder&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E quem quer saber, &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;a vida é tão rara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Tão rara&lt;/span&gt;...Mesmo quando tudo pede um pouco mais de calma&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mesmo quando o corpo pede um pouco mais de alma&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu sei, eu sei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;A vida não para...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;A vida não para não!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Será que é tempo que me falta pra perceber&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Será que temos esse tempo pra perder&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E quem quer saber, &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;a vida é tão rara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Tão rara&lt;/span&gt;...Mesmo quando tudo pede um pouco mais de calma&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Até quando o corpo pede um pouco mais de alma&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu sei, eu sei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;A vida não para&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;A vida não para não!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/8753714202233420147-6941171467507266328?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6941171467507266328/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=6941171467507266328&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/6941171467507266328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/6941171467507266328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/05/hoje-partilho-esta-musica-e-sua-letra.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/Shv1KO2vemI/AAAAAAAAATM/5QdF96nqIgQ/s72-c/tempo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-1300632691839859282</id><published>2009-05-25T12:06:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T12:23:08.617+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/Shp76SBVzCI/AAAAAAAAATE/pGcRrKQqefg/s1600-h/ba%C3%BA+dos+sonhos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339716549401234466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/Shp76SBVzCI/AAAAAAAAATE/pGcRrKQqefg/s400/ba%C3%BA+dos+sonhos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A minha capacidade pode ser de igual modo identificada por outro nome: criatividade. A criação é a mudança, movimento e crescimento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Para que assim possa viver e não existir simplesmente - e com criatividade só tenho de mudar, movimentar-me e crescer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Os meus sonhos e desejos constituem parte da criatividade em movimento dentro de mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Acredito na importância dos meus sonhos, levo-os tão a sério, que lhe concedo toda a minha atenção.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tenho-os, vejo-os como um convite a uma vida corajosa - para assim estar realmente viva em vez de apenas sobreviver ou jogar pelo seguro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O meu maior sonho é ser AMADA . è o mais arriscado é certo, mas acreditando que somos amados, a vida muda radicalmente: aprendemos a confiar, deixamos de nos agarrar a posições seguras, aceitando a vida como ela surge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O amor é o convite à confiança, à cedência, à mudança... é luz é profundo!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/8753714202233420147-1300632691839859282?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1300632691839859282/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=1300632691839859282&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/1300632691839859282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/1300632691839859282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/05/minha-capacidade-pode-ser-de-igual-modo.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/Shp76SBVzCI/AAAAAAAAATE/pGcRrKQqefg/s72-c/ba%C3%BA+dos+sonhos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-4998779100151531860</id><published>2009-05-22T16:54:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T18:27:27.693+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/ShbN9b1h1iI/AAAAAAAAAS8/DJyA0d-35tE/s1600-h/mergulhando+no+silencio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338680863622288930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/ShbN9b1h1iI/AAAAAAAAAS8/DJyA0d-35tE/s400/mergulhando+no+silencio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quando volto a minha visão para dentro, em momentos de silêncio, começo a ver coisas que já devia ter visto há muito tempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dentro de nós existem vestígios daquilo que deixamos para trás, aguardando a nossa atenção.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Posso acalentar sentimentos dolorosos, como o desgosto, a mágoa ou insegurança e o receio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Se nunca me detiver a escutar o seu verdadeiro significado destas experiências, estas condicionarão a minha energia e isso não quero nunca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Voltando conscientemente a atenção para dentro, para os vestígios de que falo, acredito que procuro o caminho para o meu verdadeiro eu, não abandonando parte de mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Adoptando uma atitude afectuosa para comigo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O amor transforma-me num todo ao colocar-me face a face com a minha fragilidade e imperfeição.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O silêncio no interior conserva vestígios do passado como também indica a direcção do crescimento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aprendendo a parar e escutar o silencio interior, sinto indícios do meu futuro, que reflectem nos meus sonhos e receios, aquilo que temo e ao mesmo tempo desejo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/8753714202233420147-4998779100151531860?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4998779100151531860/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=4998779100151531860&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/4998779100151531860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/4998779100151531860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_22.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/ShbN9b1h1iI/AAAAAAAAAS8/DJyA0d-35tE/s72-c/mergulhando+no+silencio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-8477347365229915223</id><published>2009-05-21T14:29:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T14:55:37.827+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/ShVZ1prOg0I/AAAAAAAAAS0/urDTAYyQxxM/s1600-h/nas+tuas+maos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338271711572689730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/ShVZ1prOg0I/AAAAAAAAAS0/urDTAYyQxxM/s400/nas+tuas+maos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Nas Tuas Mãos"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;protecção&lt;/span&gt;, a dedicação, o aconchego... é perfeito!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O sentimento de voar torna-se mais forte, porque estou em mãos que edificam, mãos que se baixam para levantar quando me sinto caída, mãos que amparam... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;È certo que poderia dizer muito mais, mas hoje esta descrição para mim é a mais que Perfeita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Obrigado pela &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;protecção&lt;/span&gt; que sinto nestas mãos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/8753714202233420147-8477347365229915223?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8477347365229915223/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=8477347365229915223&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/8477347365229915223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/8477347365229915223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/05/nas-tuas-maos.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/ShVZ1prOg0I/AAAAAAAAAS0/urDTAYyQxxM/s72-c/nas+tuas+maos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-6799578647250948764</id><published>2009-05-18T21:35:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T22:41:25.235+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/ShHHC6OVR0I/AAAAAAAAASs/ZOCmNNT-ZA4/s1600-h/diafeliz2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337265886213785410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/ShHHC6OVR0I/AAAAAAAAASs/ZOCmNNT-ZA4/s400/diafeliz2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Desistir!! Nunca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A vida é realmente cheia de surpresas, mas é verdade que estarei sempre lá em luta com todas as minhas forças.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;È evidente que existem momentos de desânimo de falta de coragem... Mas aí encaro-os como momentos que passam e esses vieram reavivar a minha força na luta pela vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nunca desistirei da paixão que me envolve porque "a vida tem valor e nós temos valor diante da vida!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vislumbro cada amanhecer como se fosse único, desejando todos os meus queres e aguardando pacientemente que os meus sonhos se tornem realidade, pois nunca deixarei de sonhar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A minha energia, o meu querer e a força de viver são o suporte da minha existência.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não quero nem devo pensar no que pode ainda acontecer, mas sim no que sinto, no que vivo e principalmente acreditar em mim... acreditar sempre!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Para nunca jamais desistir... De ser feliz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753714202233420147-6799578647250948764?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6799578647250948764/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=6799578647250948764&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/6799578647250948764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/6799578647250948764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/05/desistir-nunca-jamais.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/ShHHC6OVR0I/AAAAAAAAASs/ZOCmNNT-ZA4/s72-c/diafeliz2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-2441848989309048268</id><published>2009-05-15T16:56:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T16:59:50.023+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/Sg2QzMA3Y9I/AAAAAAAAASk/eLNncsRbOM4/s1600-h/coisas+simples.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336080342576489426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/Sg2QzMA3Y9I/AAAAAAAAASk/eLNncsRbOM4/s400/coisas+simples.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;È no simples da vida que está o difícil de alcançar !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No seu alcance está a maravilha de saber amar, saber ser-se completo pela vida e sua envolvência...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/8753714202233420147-2441848989309048268?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2441848989309048268/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=2441848989309048268&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/2441848989309048268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/2441848989309048268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/05/e-no-simples-da-vida-que-esta-o-dificil.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/Sg2QzMA3Y9I/AAAAAAAAASk/eLNncsRbOM4/s72-c/coisas+simples.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-4949092239772555951</id><published>2009-05-13T13:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T13:22:44.401+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/Sgq7fEme1TI/AAAAAAAAASc/CaMjjukeeqs/s1600-h/can+u+teel+me+that+u+love+me+too.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335282851059258674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 336px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/Sgq7fEme1TI/AAAAAAAAASc/CaMjjukeeqs/s400/can+u+teel+me+that+u+love+me+too.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&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/8753714202233420147-4949092239772555951?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4949092239772555951/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=4949092239772555951&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/4949092239772555951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/4949092239772555951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/Sgq7fEme1TI/AAAAAAAAASc/CaMjjukeeqs/s72-c/can+u+teel+me+that+u+love+me+too.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-5349030673800699645</id><published>2009-05-12T16:34:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T16:51:15.337+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SgmaVesEFSI/AAAAAAAAASU/WBEdzd8n-EY/s1600-h/2060006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334964927402874146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SgmaVesEFSI/AAAAAAAAASU/WBEdzd8n-EY/s400/2060006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Há certas horas, em que não precisamos de um Amor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não precisamos da paixão desmedida...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não queremos o beijo na boca...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E nem corpos a se encontrar na maciez de uma cama...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há certas horas, que só queremos a mão no ombro, o abraço apertado ou mesmo o estar ali, quietinho, ao lado...&lt;br /&gt;Sem dizer nada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há certas horas, quando sentimos que estamos pra chorar, que desejamos uma presença amiga, a nos ouvir paciente, a brincar com a gente, a nos fazer sorrir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguém que ria das nossas piadas sem graça...&lt;br /&gt;Que ache as nossas tristezas as maiores do mundo...&lt;br /&gt;Que nos teça elogios sem fim...&lt;br /&gt;E que apesar de todas essas mentiras úteis, nos seja de uma sinceridade inquestionável...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que nos mande calar a boca ou nos evite um gesto impensado...&lt;br /&gt;Alguém que nos possa dizer:&lt;br /&gt;Acho que estás errado, mas estou do teu lado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou alguém que apenas diga:&lt;br /&gt;Sou o teu amor! E estou Aqui!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;(William Shakespeare)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/8753714202233420147-5349030673800699645?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5349030673800699645/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=5349030673800699645&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/5349030673800699645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/5349030673800699645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/05/ha-certas-horas-em-que-nao-precisamos.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SgmaVesEFSI/AAAAAAAAASU/WBEdzd8n-EY/s72-c/2060006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-1951045494948843516</id><published>2009-05-11T13:02:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T13:18:09.392+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SggV9f5zQwI/AAAAAAAAASM/1O6Dz_nwHXs/s1600-h/ameniza.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334537904900489986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 322px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SggV9f5zQwI/AAAAAAAAASM/1O6Dz_nwHXs/s400/ameniza.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ameniza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sente a minha dor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Absorve-me, Toma-me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sente a minha dor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Liberta-me, Liberta-me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Descubre-me , Descobre os meus sinais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sente a minha dor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suaviza (esta dor), Conforta-me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Percebe, percebe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mutilaram-me, Machucaram-me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Liberta-me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suaviza (esta dor), Conforta-me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Liberta-me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suaviza (esta dor), Conforta-me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Liberta-me, Ameniza a dor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ameniza minha dor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ameniza minha dor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Liberta-me, Senhor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alivia minha dor, Rei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ameniza minha dor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ameniza minha dor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tira-me esta dor, Senhor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Era - Ameno)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753714202233420147-1951045494948843516?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1951045494948843516/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=1951045494948843516&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/1951045494948843516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/1951045494948843516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/05/ameniza-sinte-minha-dor-absorve-me-toma.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SggV9f5zQwI/AAAAAAAAASM/1O6Dz_nwHXs/s72-c/ameniza.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-4102110678906981373</id><published>2009-05-10T21:07:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T21:11:39.194+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gcQpY8THBcY&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/gcQpY8THBcY&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Às nossas vidas, sejam felizes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/8753714202233420147-4102110678906981373?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4102110678906981373/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=4102110678906981373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/4102110678906981373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/4102110678906981373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/05/as-nossas-vidas-sejam-felizes.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-781263450904325020</id><published>2009-05-09T13:48:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T13:50:46.326+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SgV7yqqrmsI/AAAAAAAAASE/owFiW3O26QM/s1600-h/magia.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333805444067203778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SgV7yqqrmsI/AAAAAAAAASE/owFiW3O26QM/s400/magia.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Magia seria mesmo poder sentir-te...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;E hoje!!! Que sinto tanto a tua falta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/8753714202233420147-781263450904325020?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/781263450904325020/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=781263450904325020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/781263450904325020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/781263450904325020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/05/magia-seria-mesmo-poder-sentir-te.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SgV7yqqrmsI/AAAAAAAAASE/owFiW3O26QM/s72-c/magia.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-6695887476329501858</id><published>2009-05-09T02:10:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T11:45:17.147+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SgTYhFlT9II/AAAAAAAAAR8/qc3It59hnBs/s1600-h/magico+momento.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333625921659466882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SgTYhFlT9II/AAAAAAAAAR8/qc3It59hnBs/s400/magico+momento.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SgTYLM7CU9I/AAAAAAAAAR0/KrUGfGrudWQ/s1600-h/magico+momento.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A Magia da vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A magia da vida leva-nos à solidariedade para aprendermos juntos a construir caminhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Para ter magia é preciso crer em si mesmo e na sua visão. È abrir-se ao que é bom, harmonioso e inspirador. Magia hoje, é ser autentico e dar prioridade ao que emerge do coração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O amor é o circulo infinito de brincar com a magia da vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não precisamos falar muito sobre isso. Nós adultos e humanos sabemos o quanto é difícil sonharmos e desejarmos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sonhamos e desejamos muitas vezes, porém sonhamos com o ter e com a conquista do que não nos pertence, mas nunca sonhamos com a magia. Na verdade, nem acreditamos nela.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dentre os seres mágicos que vivem nesse mundo, que não são tantos, há uma fada muito especial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O que a torna especial? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fácil, é a sua crença no ser humano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Todos, apesar de seres mágicos, já se encontram fracos para continuar lutando por suas vidas, mas ela não. Ela continua forte e firme com os seus propósitos e tem a ciência de que, se não fizer nada, todos e tudo no seu mundo irão ruir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cada vez que um ser humano perde as esperanças e deixa de perceber a magia da vida, uma parte do seu mundo encantado some ou um ser mágico desaparece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Obrigado tio pelo magnifico texto que me ofereceu é como muito carinho que o recebo aqui no sentimentos, fique com o meu :)   (Texto  de  Patricia Cardoso)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753714202233420147-6695887476329501858?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6695887476329501858/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=6695887476329501858&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/6695887476329501858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/6695887476329501858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/05/magia-da-vida-magia-da-vida-leva-nos.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SgTYhFlT9II/AAAAAAAAAR8/qc3It59hnBs/s72-c/magico+momento.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-6181695295536155242</id><published>2009-05-06T22:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T22:56:11.333+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SgIFkPLEiKI/AAAAAAAAARs/uyXPajtsGRg/s1600-h/apetece-me.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332831028866484386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SgIFkPLEiKI/AAAAAAAAARs/uyXPajtsGRg/s400/apetece-me.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apetece-me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aquele teu beijo... só teu... Profundo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apetece-me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ter-te aqui agora...que ternura o teu olhar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apetece-me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Onde estás?... fazes-me falta&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apetece-me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Abraçar-te com intensidade... ausência de ti&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apetece-me &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ouvir a tua voz... que me sintas!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apetece-me &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ficar a ouvir o mar... nada mais&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apetece-me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tudo!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apetece-me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E pronto...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/8753714202233420147-6181695295536155242?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6181695295536155242/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=6181695295536155242&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/6181695295536155242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/6181695295536155242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/05/apetece-me-aquele-teu-beijo.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SgIFkPLEiKI/AAAAAAAAARs/uyXPajtsGRg/s72-c/apetece-me.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-4232700245795639872</id><published>2009-05-05T11:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T22:57:13.959+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SgFmaB68_BI/AAAAAAAAARk/7Y6VRWEST90/s1600-h/crise+de+sonho.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332656031161711634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SgFmaB68_BI/AAAAAAAAARk/7Y6VRWEST90/s400/crise+de+sonho.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A crise não é só económica é também uma crise de Sonho e uma crise de Fé.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A única forma de sair desta crise é aprender outra vez a Sonhar e a esforçar-se por acreditar de novo em nós e nos outros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Texto de Francisca Favilla)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753714202233420147-4232700245795639872?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4232700245795639872/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=4232700245795639872&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/4232700245795639872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/4232700245795639872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/05/crise-nao-e-so-economica-e-tambem-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SgFmaB68_BI/AAAAAAAAARk/7Y6VRWEST90/s72-c/crise+de+sonho.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-6414374451805091661</id><published>2009-05-03T21:42:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T22:42:11.678+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/Sf4CQALgIiI/AAAAAAAAARU/zmL4r9JmECw/s1600-h/mar+de+vila+do+conde.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331701482802651682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/Sf4CQALgIiI/AAAAAAAAARU/zmL4r9JmECw/s400/mar+de+vila+do+conde.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Relaxe&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.......... &lt;/span&gt;Encontro &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;..........&lt;/span&gt;Sentir&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.......... &lt;/span&gt;Sabedoria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Respirar&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.......... &lt;/span&gt;Magia &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;..........&lt;/span&gt;Acreditar&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.......... &lt;/span&gt;Esperança&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lágrimas &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;..........&lt;/span&gt;Desejo&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.......... &lt;/span&gt;Receber&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; ..........&lt;/span&gt;Brisa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Emoção &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;..........&lt;/span&gt;Encanto&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.......... &lt;/span&gt;Privilégio &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;..........&lt;/span&gt;Determinação&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Intensamente&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.......... &lt;/span&gt;Vivência&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;..........&lt;/span&gt; Solidão&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.......... &lt;/span&gt;Imaginação&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gestos&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.......... &lt;/span&gt;Sensibilidade&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.......... &lt;/span&gt;Ansiedade &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;..........&lt;/span&gt;Indecisão&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Confiança&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.........&lt;/span&gt;Essência&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;..........&lt;/span&gt; Sorriso&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.......... &lt;/span&gt;Ingenuidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saudade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753714202233420147-6414374451805091661?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6414374451805091661/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=6414374451805091661&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/6414374451805091661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/6414374451805091661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/05/relaxe.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/Sf4CQALgIiI/AAAAAAAAARU/zmL4r9JmECw/s72-c/mar+de+vila+do+conde.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-2811536316347765595</id><published>2009-04-28T18:48:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T18:56:47.998+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SfdBryHS26I/AAAAAAAAARM/SN_44oekDi0/s1600-h/amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329800904458820514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 326px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SfdBryHS26I/AAAAAAAAARM/SN_44oekDi0/s400/amor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Gosto de ti, és a minha namorada mais linda!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Gosto de ti e do teu cheirinho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Gosto de ti e do teu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;colinho&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Gosto de ti, tanto, tanto, tanto, como do Pai Natal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Gosto de ti  e dos teus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;miminhos&lt;/span&gt; quentinhos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Gosto de ti, vou dormir ao pé do teu coração!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Gosto de ti, vou tomar conta de ti para sempre!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Gosto de ti... Gosto de ti...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não há palavras para o que recebi hoje do meu filho um livro &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ternurento&lt;/span&gt; com estas mensagens... Coisinha mais fofa...Adoro-te&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753714202233420147-2811536316347765595?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2811536316347765595/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=2811536316347765595&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/2811536316347765595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/2811536316347765595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/04/gosto-de-ti-es-minha-namorada-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SfdBryHS26I/AAAAAAAAARM/SN_44oekDi0/s72-c/amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-3141001936460051845</id><published>2009-04-24T12:17:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T13:55:58.091+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328239341702133058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SfG1c3hqtUI/AAAAAAAAARE/JZVdJKYVB30/s400/coracao2tf%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não me posso dar ao luxo de ser fraca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sem amor, não é seguro ser fraco. Assim construo o meu exterior de forma elaborado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quanto menos sei sobre o amor, mais forte é a fachada a construir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O amor acalenta a fraqueza, permite revelar a nossa impotência.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O amor possui um respeito tão profundo por nós que aceita o nosso autêntico, deixando-nos ser quem realmente somos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O amor têm sempre espaço para a fraqueza. è &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;difícil&lt;/span&gt; amar alguém &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;superficialmente&lt;/span&gt; forte e presumido. Mas é fácil amar uma pessoa fraca, a fraqueza desperta a nossa simpatia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As crianças &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;suscitam&lt;/span&gt; o nosso amor precisamente pela fraqueza nelas existentes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A sua fraqueza é tão pura e natural... muito doce o seu amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/8753714202233420147-3141001936460051845?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3141001936460051845/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=3141001936460051845&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/3141001936460051845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/3141001936460051845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/04/nao-me-posso-dar-ao-luxo-de-ser-fraca.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SfG1c3hqtUI/AAAAAAAAARE/JZVdJKYVB30/s72-c/coracao2tf%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-7527148346395823822</id><published>2009-04-23T16:56:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T17:09:24.062+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SfCQxqARnqI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/UTooMNpxjKY/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327917541942730402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SfCQxqARnqI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/UTooMNpxjKY/s400/028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A ti meu querido filho, sente o meu coração preenchido de alegria pelo lindo momento que me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;proporcionas&lt;/span&gt;-te hoje.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fica o registo do conto que lês-te na perfeição, a música que tanto gostas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SfCQNL8nHKI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/b9hdUmRVQro/s1600-h/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327916915399007394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SfCQNL8nHKI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/b9hdUmRVQro/s400/027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Orgulho em ti, beijo do tamanho do mundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753714202233420147-7527148346395823822?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/7527148346395823822/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=7527148346395823822&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/7527148346395823822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/7527148346395823822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_23.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SfCQxqARnqI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/UTooMNpxjKY/s72-c/028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-8423836332947336036</id><published>2009-04-22T22:36:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T23:04:44.799+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/Se-OHIKq1II/AAAAAAAAAQs/nOQwWhdpzw0/s1600-h/wwqq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327633137305048194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/Se-OHIKq1II/AAAAAAAAAQs/nOQwWhdpzw0/s400/wwqq.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753714202233420147-8423836332947336036?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8423836332947336036/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=8423836332947336036&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/8423836332947336036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/8423836332947336036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_22.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/Se-OHIKq1II/AAAAAAAAAQs/nOQwWhdpzw0/s72-c/wwqq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-4679110713061586152</id><published>2009-04-19T10:36:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T15:07:20.172+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326341514188409714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 369px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/Ser3YxGdy3I/AAAAAAAAAQc/lNtINECQlWk/s400/1630.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Olha para o manhã agora e não para o ontem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;E as coisas boas que tu deixas-te para trás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;E as palavras de carinho que não foram ditas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Abraços que não se encontrarão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Rostos sem nome vão entre as pessoas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Não há certo, tudo é aparente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Eu só tenho a minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Viva agora! Atreve-te a viver com tudo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Viva agora! Que as recordações vão passando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Viva agora! E tente dar o máximo de ti!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Até quando tu pensares que não tens mais nada a oferecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Mas se visses um homem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Que está junto das montras das ruas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Que dorme envolto em papelão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Se tu escutasses o mundo, numa manhã sem o som da chuva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Voz que tudo cria está presente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Tu que pensas o que pensa as pessoas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Deus, depois de ti estás apenas tu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Viva agora! Mesmo que ninguém tenha te ensinado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Viva agora! Não se pode viver sem um passado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Vive agora! O mais belo de ti ainda não existiu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Porque canções sempre existirão e sempre alguém as cantará!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Viva agora! Em busca de um amor verdadeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Porquê? Porquê? Porquê? Porquê?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Porquê não vives esta noite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Viva agora! Sabes muito bem do que estou a falar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Porquê? Porquê?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Vives agora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Viva &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;agora!&lt;/span&gt; Atreve-te &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;a viver&lt;/span&gt; com tudo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Porquê? Porquê? Porquê?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;A vida não é vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Tua vida só tu podes viver,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Porque ela é tua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Viva&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;agora!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Viva &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;agora!&lt;/span&gt; atreve-te &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;a viver&lt;/span&gt; para valer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Porquê? Porquê? porquê?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;A vida não é vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Tua vida&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;só tu podes viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;, porque ela é tua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Te digo não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Te digo sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Atreve-te&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;a viver&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;para &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;valer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/8753714202233420147-4679110713061586152?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4679110713061586152/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=4679110713061586152&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/4679110713061586152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/4679110713061586152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/04/viva-agora-olha-o-manha-agora-e-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/Ser3YxGdy3I/AAAAAAAAAQc/lNtINECQlWk/s72-c/1630.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-1921471904166709357</id><published>2009-04-15T22:49:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T13:19:10.036+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SeZYJGcYzlI/AAAAAAAAAQU/eeDWnYshzfI/s1600-h/sorriso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325040522783936082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 348px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SeZYJGcYzlI/AAAAAAAAAQU/eeDWnYshzfI/s400/sorriso.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Pequenas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Coisas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Converter-se fanático nas pequenas coisas é a única maneira de produzir excelência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Pequenas oportunidades é a porta que conduz as grandes oportunidades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/8753714202233420147-1921471904166709357?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1921471904166709357/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=1921471904166709357&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/1921471904166709357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/1921471904166709357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/04/coisas-pequenas-converter-se-fanatico.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SeZYJGcYzlI/AAAAAAAAAQU/eeDWnYshzfI/s72-c/sorriso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-4743081003478956943</id><published>2009-04-13T19:55:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T20:00:22.667+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SeOLixOrARI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K8psCiWRIik/s1600-h/V%C3%A1rias+161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324252613928747282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SeOLixOrARI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K8psCiWRIik/s400/V%C3%A1rias+161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Felices los que son suficientemente inteligentes, como para no tomarse en serio, porque serán apreciados por quienes los rodean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Felices los que están atentos a las necesidades de los demás, sin sentirse indispensables, porque serán distribuidores de alegría.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Felices los que saben mirar con seriedad las pequeñas cosas y tranquilidad las cosas grandes, porque irán lejos en la vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Felices los que saben apreciar una sonrisa y olvidar un desprecio, porque su camino será pleno de sol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Gusto de vivir"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Foto (pôr do sol em S. Pedro de Moel)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753714202233420147-4743081003478956943?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4743081003478956943/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=4743081003478956943&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/4743081003478956943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/4743081003478956943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/04/felices-los-que-son-suficientemente.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SeOLixOrARI/AAAAAAAAAQM/K8psCiWRIik/s72-c/V%C3%A1rias+161.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-8224938487000330719</id><published>2009-04-10T23:09:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T23:17:03.793+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/Sd_FVulpXOI/AAAAAAAAAQE/szAJlKH8G1c/s1600-h/mulher_na_praia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323190261649071330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/Sd_FVulpXOI/AAAAAAAAAQE/szAJlKH8G1c/s320/mulher_na_praia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/Sd_D94HVh2I/AAAAAAAAAP8/uK9PUuWw59M/s1600-h/mulher_na_praia.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje apenas esta música... quero escutar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;Obrigada a ti meu anjo que me deste a conhecê-la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/8753714202233420147-8224938487000330719?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8224938487000330719/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=8224938487000330719&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/8224938487000330719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/8224938487000330719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/04/hoje-apenas-esta-musica.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/Sd_FVulpXOI/AAAAAAAAAQE/szAJlKH8G1c/s72-c/mulher_na_praia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-209122262129585486</id><published>2009-04-10T10:43:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T10:52:33.674+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/Sd8VeVMWtLI/AAAAAAAAAP0/ETFu8Mi0Iho/s1600-h/1860849.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322996895404438706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/Sd8VeVMWtLI/AAAAAAAAAP0/ETFu8Mi0Iho/s320/1860849.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Sinto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O calor da tua pele que escalda a minha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O teu olhar que acaricia a minha nudez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O querer nas tuas mãos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O teu desejo em mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No auge do prazer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não preciso de te ver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/8753714202233420147-209122262129585486?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/209122262129585486/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=209122262129585486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/209122262129585486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/209122262129585486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/04/sinto.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/Sd8VeVMWtLI/AAAAAAAAAP0/ETFu8Mi0Iho/s72-c/1860849.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-5654723744360115050</id><published>2009-04-08T19:35:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T19:49:18.418+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SdzWVh43HaI/AAAAAAAAAPs/l9tMe55hi-A/s1600-h/ponte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322364525007543714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SdzWVh43HaI/AAAAAAAAAPs/l9tMe55hi-A/s400/ponte.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As pontes são como certas pessoas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A sua importância valoriza-se quando já não estão, e quando estão intransitáveis e não se pode usar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Existe&lt;/span&gt; uma quantidade &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;impressionante&lt;/span&gt; de pontes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Curtas e compridas, largas e estreitas, seguras e inseguras, caras e económicas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tem no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;entanto&lt;/span&gt;, algo em comum:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Servem para unir os dois lados...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Atravessando, de alguma forma sentimos que leva-mos uma mensagem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Também as pessoas são chamadas a ser pontes para facilitar o encontro, a superar a miséria, para fomentar perdão...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fazer de ponte às vezes custa, mas, quando bem sucedida, a recompensa é grande...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quero ser para ti como uma ponte sobre o rio...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Do lado de cá estás tu hoje...Do lado de lá eu amanhã...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Entre os dois lados, o rio da vida, por vezes sereno, por vezes turbulento, por vezes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;traiçoeiro&lt;/span&gt; e por vezes profundas e revoltas... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É NECESSÁRIO ATRAVESSAR...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quero ser a ponte para tornar a travessia mais fácil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Se achas que não é só bom atravessar usa os meus ombros...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sou a ponte para muitas viagens ao longo da vida, mas eu ainda tenho outro nome &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOU UMA PONTE CHAMADA AMIZADE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/8753714202233420147-5654723744360115050?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5654723744360115050/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=5654723744360115050&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/5654723744360115050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/5654723744360115050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/04/as-pontes-sao-como-certas-pessoas-sua.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SdzWVh43HaI/AAAAAAAAAPs/l9tMe55hi-A/s72-c/ponte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-3715046154609913321</id><published>2009-04-07T13:16:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T13:39:21.209+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SdtJDjJiG6I/AAAAAAAAAPk/9zeiufPgJgA/s1600-h/2657609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321927709992033186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SdtJDjJiG6I/AAAAAAAAAPk/9zeiufPgJgA/s320/2657609.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Existem coisas no silêncio &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que não espero nunca e de improviso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;reparo que o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;silêncio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tem o rosto das coisas que perdi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu sinto-te amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sinto-te no meu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753714202233420147-3715046154609913321?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3715046154609913321/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=3715046154609913321&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/3715046154609913321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/3715046154609913321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/04/existem-coisas-no-silencio-que-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SdtJDjJiG6I/AAAAAAAAAPk/9zeiufPgJgA/s72-c/2657609.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-9077051012266596707</id><published>2009-04-06T14:30:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T14:42:31.289+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SdoEKZFYwfI/AAAAAAAAAPU/sKCsPOUOOVc/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321570486270345714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 337px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 360px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SdoEKZFYwfI/AAAAAAAAAPU/sKCsPOUOOVc/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sinto muito a tua falta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto a tua falta, saudade de ti ...&lt;br /&gt;Sinto falta do teu toque em mim, dos teus beijos amigos, apaixonados...&lt;br /&gt;Saudade do teu sorriso sempre tão lindo e carinhoso...&lt;br /&gt;Saudade de ti alguém difícil de se achar...&lt;br /&gt;Saudade de ti, saudade de estar contigo...&lt;br /&gt;Saudade da felicidade que mostras-te para mim...&lt;br /&gt;Saudade de ti, de te ter aqui pertinho...&lt;br /&gt;Sinto falta dos teus abraços em mim...&lt;br /&gt;Sinto falta do teu amor...&lt;br /&gt;Sinto falta das nossas conversas sempre tão claras...&lt;br /&gt;Sinto falta do teu calor, que me aquecia sempre quando chorava...&lt;br /&gt;Saudade de ti, sim, mesmo... Sinto muito a tua falta.&lt;br /&gt;Saudade de ti, sim, e eu choro... Com a tua ausência...&lt;br /&gt;Sinto a tua falta, sabes porquê?&lt;br /&gt;Saudade de ti... Porque tu continuarás a ser o meu Amor... O meu primeiro Amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto muito a tua falta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753714202233420147-9077051012266596707?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/9077051012266596707/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=9077051012266596707&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/9077051012266596707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/9077051012266596707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/04/sinto-muito-tua-falta-sinto-tua-falta.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SdoEKZFYwfI/AAAAAAAAAPU/sKCsPOUOOVc/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-6338021478672315380</id><published>2009-04-05T23:38:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T23:59:02.878+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321345329421325826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/Sdk3YidXlgI/AAAAAAAAAPM/Jvho8NgQhOI/s320/Sussurro1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sinto tanto a tua falta...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Onde estás meu amor ??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vem até mim e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sussurra&lt;/span&gt;-me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ao ouvido que vais voltar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E eu sentirei-te novamente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;em mim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;miss&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753714202233420147-6338021478672315380?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6338021478672315380/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=6338021478672315380&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/6338021478672315380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/6338021478672315380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/04/sinto-tanto-tua-falta.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/Sdk3YidXlgI/AAAAAAAAAPM/Jvho8NgQhOI/s72-c/Sussurro1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-9089086974948276398</id><published>2009-04-04T00:05:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T00:05:00.338+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320074285665565602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 355px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SdSzYDfJO6I/AAAAAAAAAOs/OGCcIvAnf24/s400/webimperative_sos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Na minha angústia do momento,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;escrevo o que sinto e envio-te uma mensagem,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"A vida é certa enquanto o sol tiver sentimento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;e a vida não é por certo apenas uma passagem."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/8753714202233420147-9089086974948276398?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/9089086974948276398/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=9089086974948276398&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/9089086974948276398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/9089086974948276398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/04/na-minha-angustia-do-momento-escrevo-o.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SdSzYDfJO6I/AAAAAAAAAOs/OGCcIvAnf24/s72-c/webimperative_sos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-7929101674875520717</id><published>2009-04-02T15:38:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T16:39:27.022+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SdTS95r5mVI/AAAAAAAAAO0/yIeAGhUdSUY/s1600-h/fases-da-vida-foto-grande.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320109020730202450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SdTS95r5mVI/AAAAAAAAAO0/yIeAGhUdSUY/s400/fases-da-vida-foto-grande.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Como um anjo que conheço disse :) &lt;em&gt;A vida é para ser vivida&lt;/em&gt;, não compreendida, e creio que isto é verdade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Temos que viver, só depois podemos tentar compreender uma pequena parte da nossa experiência. Se tentarmos compreender a vida ao invés de a vivermos, analisando-a a nível intelectual através de uma distância segura, sofremos uma dupla perda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quando tomamos por base apenas o intelecto, observamos a vida por um espelho distorcido - espelho este que altera a percepção e pode conduzir-nos ao erro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Assim o nosso intelecto torna-se obstáculo à vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quando nos refugiamos da vida na nossa mente, em vez de participarmos nela, somos meramente espectadores, que nunca sujam as mãos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Na vida, espera-se que fiquemos com unhas sujas, que nos vamos abaixo, nos percamos e nos sintamos confusos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nunca uso o intelecto para regulamentar ou filtrar a vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A vida para mim é um fenómeno muito maior de que a nossa mente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O intelecto é o nosso servo, nunca o nosso patrão. Pois ele não constitui a melhor ferramenta para resolver as grandes questões da vida. è uma ferramenta de sobrevivência, mais apropriada para obtermos o nosso sustento diário.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Com os grandes mistérios da vida como amor, o sofrimento, a morte, Deus, a identidade e o sentido da vida - o nosso intelecto deverá permanecer em segundo plano retirar-se silenciosamente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quem sou eu, e o que devo fazer de ti vida? O que é a verdade, a verdade acerca da vida e de mim?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não posso responder a estas questões de modo intelectual. Necessito de outros meios, outras ferramentas, outras abordagens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/8753714202233420147-7929101674875520717?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/7929101674875520717/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=7929101674875520717&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/7929101674875520717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/7929101674875520717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/04/como-um-anjo-que-conheco-disse-vida-e.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SdTS95r5mVI/AAAAAAAAAO0/yIeAGhUdSUY/s72-c/fases-da-vida-foto-grande.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-8086981293964956172</id><published>2009-04-01T18:47:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T22:49:16.741+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-PACgUyARY4&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-PACgUyARY4&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde estás meu amor? Sinto tanto a tua falta... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vem até mim deixa-me sentir-te...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&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/8753714202233420147-8086981293964956172?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8086981293964956172/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=8086981293964956172&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/8086981293964956172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/8086981293964956172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_3953.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-4161486952175290551</id><published>2009-03-31T15:45:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T15:57:33.223+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SdIukaAOxXI/AAAAAAAAAOk/nIaPtiHwTao/s1600-h/132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319365312868435314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SdIukaAOxXI/AAAAAAAAAOk/nIaPtiHwTao/s400/132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Doí tanto...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O meu caminho parece estar repleto de flechas em direcção á minha pessoa... Porquê vida?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Se sempre te tratei com carinho, sempre disse ao mundo "Eu amo a VIDA"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Existem acontecimentos nas nossas vidas que por muito que queiramos respostas não encontramos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mas doí... Doí tanto...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quando as pessoas procuram encontrar as respostas e fazem juízos surrealistas, tão surrealista que até dá medo viver inserida numa comunidade assim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É preciso ter muita força, uma capacidade de estar serenamente de bem comigo mesma para não cair no abismo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Porquê?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/8753714202233420147-4161486952175290551?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4161486952175290551/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=4161486952175290551&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/4161486952175290551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/4161486952175290551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/03/doi-tanto.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SdIukaAOxXI/AAAAAAAAAOk/nIaPtiHwTao/s72-c/132.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-2924741258862440257</id><published>2009-03-30T14:41:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T00:19:26.207+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cont. Abraço</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SdFR64b_2tI/AAAAAAAAAOc/E4mVeFUjeNE/s1600-h/abra%C3%A7o1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319122706925345490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SdFR64b_2tI/AAAAAAAAAOc/E4mVeFUjeNE/s400/abra%C3%A7o1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Abraço de quem ama.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Abraço de quem gosta.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Abraço que encanta.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Abraço que conforta.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Abraço que alegra.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Abraço de confiança.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Abraço que carrega.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Abraço de esperança.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Abraço de segredo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Abraço de fé.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Abraço que ameniza o medo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Abraço sentado deitado ou em pé.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Abraço de amigo abraço forte.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Abraço querido abraço de boa sorte.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Abraço de desculpas.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Abraço de perdão.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Abraço de bem abraço de irmão.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Abraço de saudade abraço de pureza.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Abraço sem maldade abraço de firmeza.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Abraço que aquece.&lt;/span&gt; Abraço arrependido. &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Abraço que não se esquece.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Abraço colectivo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Abraço de pai abraço maduro.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Abraço de mãe abraço seguro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ç&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753714202233420147-2924741258862440257?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2924741258862440257/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=2924741258862440257&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/2924741258862440257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/2924741258862440257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/03/cont-abraco.html' title='Cont. Abraço'/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SdFR64b_2tI/AAAAAAAAAOc/E4mVeFUjeNE/s72-c/abra%C3%A7o1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-4401837444433674134</id><published>2009-03-29T18:33:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T14:41:33.402+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SdDL7honGwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/3jlGYebfza0/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318975383425981186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SdDL7honGwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/3jlGYebfza0/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/Sc-z-GbdXZI/AAAAAAAAAOE/UhTnueLl5_M/s1600-h/abra%C3%A7o1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Abraço&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frequentemente saudamos, damos a mão, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;despedimo-&lt;/span&gt;nos com um beijo, mas raramente experimentamos “o abraço”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;emoção&lt;/span&gt; do abraço tem uma qualidade incomensurável. Uma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;proximidade&lt;/span&gt; do outro, um acto recíproco de dar e receber &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;afecto&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O abraço é um meio supremo de perceber o outro, não apenas como o próximo, mas também como um semelhante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perante um abraço é possível alcançar a fusão de duas identidades numa identidade maior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraço-me, Abraço-te, deixemo-nos abraçar :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/8753714202233420147-4401837444433674134?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4401837444433674134/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=4401837444433674134&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/4401837444433674134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/4401837444433674134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/03/abraco-frequentemente-saudamos-damos.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SdDL7honGwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/3jlGYebfza0/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-6645611559359545170</id><published>2009-03-28T14:29:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-28T17:51:09.991Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/Sc457-CemcI/AAAAAAAAAN0/H3KHCv2O86M/s1600-h/881269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318251912399591874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/Sc457-CemcI/AAAAAAAAAN0/H3KHCv2O86M/s400/881269.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Carta a uma amiga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Recordo-me como se fosse hoje o dia em que nos conhecemos, eu senti –me uma miúda tão pequenina junto de ti, tu e eu na mesma sala de aulas 8º ano. Sentia em ti uma pessoa forte determinada pensei "que bom tenho aqui uma pessoa mais velha. Sempre gostei de estar e conviver com pessoas mais adultas. Será que vamos ser amigas?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Curiosamente os medos que eu tinha de não poder chegar a ser tua amiga pelos 4 anos de diferença de idade, depressa se superaram, porque a empatia começou, a amizade tornou-se cúmplice e confidente, que apesar do percurso infeliz que lhe dei nos últimos 9 anos, se manteve até hoje.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Senti tanto a tua falta neste percurso infeliz, mas a minha teimosia a minha ignorância persistia em manter-me afastada de ti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Foram muitas as vezes que peguei em papel...no telemóvel para te escrever para te falar, mas caía-me os braços e nada fazia. Eu sei porquê. Por vergonha daquilo que fiz, ter abandonado uma amizade estupenda sem mais nem porquê, pura cobardia minha, julgava-me importante era?!?! Fui sim uma fraca de espírito de sentimentos de coração.É, mas a vida ensina, não é? E ensinou-me da melhor forma que -“perdoar é o modo mais sublime de crescer... e pedir perdão é o modo mais sublime de se erguer! ...”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tive coragem e telefonei-te e tu amorosamente dizes-te "as portas da minha casa sempre estiveram abertas para ti, tu decidis-te entender a vida de outra forma eu só tive que respeitar. Entender não porque nunca consegui...mas respeitei-te."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E quando nos encontramos tive a sensação imediata que entre nós não passou nenhuns 9 anos de ausência, porque o sentimento sempre existiu era o mesmo, verdadeiro… e sem prazo de validade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Maria José obrigada por seres aquela amiga única…a melhor… a minha irmã que nunca tive ainda por cima a mais velha :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;És o que eu chamo de mulher “pilar”… podes estremecer mas jamais cairás.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Um beijo ternurento em ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A música a que mais gostavas na altura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753714202233420147-6645611559359545170?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6645611559359545170/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=6645611559359545170&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/6645611559359545170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/6645611559359545170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/03/uma-carta-ti-amiga-recordo-me-como-se.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/Sc457-CemcI/AAAAAAAAAN0/H3KHCv2O86M/s72-c/881269.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-7192129593349801957</id><published>2009-03-27T00:05:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-27T00:08:41.225Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/ScwTG4kkEdI/AAAAAAAAANs/V9ryE7KXK2o/s1600-h/1358093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317646269003600338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/ScwTG4kkEdI/AAAAAAAAANs/V9ryE7KXK2o/s320/1358093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acreditar é preciso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acreditar que somos capazes de amar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acreditar em algo que nos faça sentir que amanhã vamos sorrir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sonhar e sonhar continuar a sonhar... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque para mim deixar de sonhar é sinal que se deixou de acreditar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Olha escuta o que te digo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Acredita...Conquista-te&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Deseja...Ama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sente...Sorri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vive intensamente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Viver é acreditar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É ter esperança&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É renascer a cada dia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Obrigado)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753714202233420147-7192129593349801957?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/7192129593349801957/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=7192129593349801957&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/7192129593349801957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/7192129593349801957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/03/acreditar-e-preciso-acreditar-que-somos.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/ScwTG4kkEdI/AAAAAAAAANs/V9ryE7KXK2o/s72-c/1358093.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-269435998308762829</id><published>2009-03-25T23:21:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-03-26T09:51:51.188Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/ScrGjcW086I/AAAAAAAAANU/ktZsctXVR7k/s1600-h/2551.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317280622273950626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/ScrGjcW086I/AAAAAAAAANU/ktZsctXVR7k/s320/2551.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Momentos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O seu valor reside na sua intensidade de acontecimentos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;tornando-os inesquecíveis e alguns inexplicáveis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tenho comigo momentos gravados, situações de verdadeira amizade e carinho por mim demonstrados, quero aproveitá-los ao máximo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Considero-os uma oferta especial da minha vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Há momentos que sei que nunca mais os posso viver... mas vou recordá-los sempre com o meu sorriso, porque como o disse de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;início&lt;/span&gt; são intensos, inesquecíveis e inexplicáveis pela sua grandiosidade.... vai ficar a saudade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Este &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Post&lt;/span&gt; é dedicado aos meus amigos pelo momento que me proporcionaram ontem, a mim ao meu amor a ti meu anjo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753714202233420147-269435998308762829?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/269435998308762829/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=269435998308762829&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/269435998308762829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/269435998308762829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/03/momentos-o-seu-valor-reside-na-sua.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/ScrGjcW086I/AAAAAAAAANU/ktZsctXVR7k/s72-c/2551.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-2811157410478347980</id><published>2009-03-25T02:03:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-25T12:19:00.118Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/ScohJCwytFI/AAAAAAAAAM8/wJH86qn4dD0/s1600-h/nuvem.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317098749308351570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/ScohJCwytFI/AAAAAAAAAM8/wJH86qn4dD0/s320/nuvem.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/ScmRFnD4PqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/U4A2Xj0FQOk/s1600-h/f_heartm_924a1e1.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hoje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ternamente olharei o céu…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serenamente recordarei os momentos que tivemos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… nos meus doces pensamentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/8753714202233420147-2811157410478347980?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2811157410478347980/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=2811157410478347980&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/2811157410478347980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/2811157410478347980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/03/hoje-ternamente-olharei-o-ceu.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/ScohJCwytFI/AAAAAAAAAM8/wJH86qn4dD0/s72-c/nuvem.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-3273062189996089394</id><published>2009-03-24T00:01:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-24T00:01:01.789Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/ScePZC0Hl_I/AAAAAAAAAMs/1nQu2Pc-ppc/s1600-h/nosso+casamento.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316375545549133810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/ScePZC0Hl_I/AAAAAAAAAMs/1nQu2Pc-ppc/s400/nosso+casamento.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Março...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mês de tantas lembranças, mês com marcas tão fortes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Março...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mês em que olho mundo pela primeira vez, sem saber o que me esperava.Um dia como tantos outros, de facto, mas um dia que me marcaria para toda a vida em vários aspectos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não é um relato de vida que aqui escrevo, apenas uma necessidade muito forte de colocar cá para fora sentimentos. (não fosse esse o nome deste espaço).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nesta minha caminhada até hoje, guardo imagens em mim que jamais o tempo irá apagar. A minha juventude ao lado do homem que tanto amei e amo, um namoro sereno, fantástico, vivido em perfeita harmonia e paixão. Dou por mim a sorrir a lembrar alguns momentos, tão meus que tenho como confidente apenas a natureza. Um nascer do sol especial por exemplo, uma passagem de ano memorável, em que nada mais importou, senão ali, o momento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cresci, amadureci, e mais uma vez o mês de Março me sorri. Comecei o meu namoro em Março :) casei em Março, no dia do meu aniversário :) O meu primeiro filho gerado em Março :) A minha vida profissional marcada em Março :) Sim, tenho muitos motivos para estar sempre ligada a este mês e ele ser-me tão especial. Se tivesse a possibilidade de um dia voltar atrás no tempo, garantidamente faria exactamente o mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mas a vida não me trouxe só alegrias em Março.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Em Março foi-me retirado o meu suporte, a minha companhia, o meu amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Se existe alguma relação em tudo isto, não sei sinceramente, talvez um dia quem sabe tentarei perceber, mas agora não.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Agora vivo o contraste constante. Por um lado tenho a dor, a solidão, a saudade, mas por outro lado tenho a compreensão, a solidariedade, e a amizade. Agora vivo um Março sem rumo, quando todos os outros que vivi tinham um objectivo. Mas eu não deixei de ter objectivos. Tenho sim. Tenho duas pedras preciosas que me vão dar toda a força para continuar em frente. Tenho uma estrela que me irá guiar os meus rumos. Não vou baixar os braços, isso não. Se isso acontecesse seria um acto de rendição, um acto de desistência, mas não vou desistir. Vou viver para os meus filhos, para a minha família e para os meus amigos. Assim, com algum esforço, confesso, hoje 24 de Março, digo:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;PARABÉNS MARTA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As datas continuaram a ser datas, os dias continuaram a ser dias e o mês de Março será sempre o mês de Março. É isso que vou aprender a sentir, a acreditar. Não será o mês "mágico" mas será o mês em que sorrirei sempre que me recordar o que tão de bom vivi. E prometo a mim própria que voltarei a sentir o meu sorriso. Por mim, pelos meus filhos, por quem me quer bem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/8753714202233420147-3273062189996089394?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3273062189996089394/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=3273062189996089394&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/3273062189996089394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/3273062189996089394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/03/marco.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/ScePZC0Hl_I/AAAAAAAAAMs/1nQu2Pc-ppc/s72-c/nosso+casamento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753714202233420147.post-807714303071633369</id><published>2009-03-23T00:01:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-23T00:57:49.345Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a Como?!?!?! Não percebi :) ou será que percebi?&lt;br /&gt;Pesquisando sobre terapia e relaxe&lt;br /&gt;Aparece esta mensagem abaixo!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Posso considerar &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;como tua?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/ScbFK4lWUHI/AAAAAAAAAMU/kqErh9MMJi0/s1600-h/semttulossssxt2.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316153200935850098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/ScbFK4lWUHI/AAAAAAAAAMU/kqErh9MMJi0/s320/semttulossssxt2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;As estrelas brilham no céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste céu que é meu e teu&lt;br /&gt;Trazem e levam beijos e abraços&lt;br /&gt;E sonhos em apogeu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Olha... estás a ver?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Vês o mesmo do que eu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;São os beijos que te mando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;A percorrerem o céu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Cada estrela é um beijo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada nuvem um abraço&lt;br /&gt;São carinhos meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Que te mando pelo espaço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Nesta distância infinita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Neste desejo sem fim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;No coração uma fita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Que te enlaça em mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/8753714202233420147-807714303071633369?l=martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/807714303071633369/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753714202233420147&amp;postID=807714303071633369&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/807714303071633369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753714202233420147/posts/default/807714303071633369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinhasentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/03/como-nao-percebi-ou-sera-que-percebi.html' title=''/><author><name>martinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11206198564964910307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/SSwLtd8OKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EUW47BrjldA/S220/silencio.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FN6rQwFnt2k/ScbFK4lWUHI/AAAAAAAAAMU/kqErh9MMJi0/s72-c/semttulossssxt2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
