<?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-6372834</id><updated>2011-08-01T14:03:16.241+01:00</updated><title type='text'>escrever com o coração</title><subtitle type='html'>Drop it! Yeah, yeah. 
Come in for a minute...welcome back! 
It's just me and you in this room right now. There's so many things that are on my mind! Sometimes it's hard to say. So I take all I've got, and so I take all I have and I put it into this. I put it right here in my diary. Can u feel it? 
Take this journey with me... (Alicia Keys)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>167</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-115948001783218086</id><published>2006-09-28T22:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T22:46:57.866+01:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST LIKE HEAVEN...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;de volta aos anos 80...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;... intemporal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Show me how you do that trick, the one that makes me scream&lt;/strong&gt;" she said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;The one that makes me laugh&lt;/strong&gt;" she said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;And threw her arms around my neck &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Show me how you do it and I promise you, I promise that I'll run away with you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt; ...&lt;strong&gt;I'll run away with you&lt;/strong&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Spinning on that dizzy edge I kissed her face and kissed her head &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;And dreamed of all the different ways I had to make her glow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt; "&lt;strong&gt;Why are you so far away?"&lt;/strong&gt; she said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Why won't you ever know that I'm in love with you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;That I'm in love with you&lt;/strong&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;You soft and only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;You lost and lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;You strange as angels &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Dancing in the deepest oceans &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Twisting in the water &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;You're just like a dream, You're just like a dream... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Daylight licked me into shape, I must have been asleep for days &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;And moving lips to breathe her name I opened up my eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;And found myself alone alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Alone above a raging sea &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;That stole the only girl I loved &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;And drowned her deep inside of me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;You soft and only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;You lost and lonely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;You just like heaven&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6372834-115948001783218086?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/115948001783218086/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=115948001783218086' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/115948001783218086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/115948001783218086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2006/09/just-like-heaven.html' title='JUST LIKE HEAVEN...'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-115947285087799067</id><published>2006-09-28T20:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T22:35:05.783+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A vida tem destas coisas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tenho recebido, ultimamente, algumas queixas de que não me tenho feito presente na blogoesfera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E com toda a razão, ou não...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passei, pela primeira vez, um verão em Miramar. Com amigos com quem não estava há muito tempo. Vivi Miramar como praia (no verdadeiro sentido da palavra), como sol, como luz, como ideal de vida de que tanto gosto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Acordar e olhar pela janela para ver se o mar está calminho, bandeira verde amarela ou vermelha, andar 5 minutos e mergulhar neste mar gelado (sim, é verdade...uns dias mais frio, outros mais agradável), saber que vou encontrar sempre alguém conhecido, alguém com quem já tenho alguma história de vida, seja simplesmente por conhecer, seja porque já partilhámos bons momentos...re-conhecer pessoas, lugares, piadas e momentos!&lt;br /&gt;Voltar a Miramar como se fosse a primeira vez, sabendo perfeitamente que sempre esteve entranhado em mim, mas como recordações de adolescência...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;A partir do momento em que optei ir estudar para Coimbra "cortei" relações com esta terra (que é a minha), não porque estivesse triste, mas porque as minhas decisões e projectos me levaram a outros portos e refúgios...&lt;br /&gt;Este ano voltei! Estive, fui e vivi estes três meses com a insaciabilidade que sei nunca mais poder preencher... pelo menos não desta maneira! Com a descontracção de quem ainda não trabalha, com a leveza de quem ainda não tem preocupações, com a facilidade e o descanso de sermos crescidos para controlarmos a nossa vida, mas sem que nos sintamos controlados pelo sistema profissional... Com a magia dos primeiros dos 20 anos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;A partir de agora não. Miramar não vai voltar a ser a mesma coisa. Não perde o encanto, não perde a beleza...mas viverá em mim, acompanhando o meu percurso de vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Obrigado a todos quantos tornaram este VERÃO tão especial...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Obrigado Nina, Tátá, Rita, Maga, Mafalda, Inês, Ana, Joaninha, Ju, Muf, Mariana, Francisco, Diogo, João Nuno, Luís, Pedro, António, Pedro, Bruno, Rodrigo, Gustavo, Henrique, João, Benny, Corrupas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Cada um à sua maneira, com os seus momentos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Obrigado, porque cada um faz parte deste Miramar que em mim existe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;P.S. Ainda não tinha tido serenidade para aqui vir escrever qualquer coisa com pés e cabeça. Tenho andado a voar, basicamente, sem vontade nenhuma de escrever, só me apetece viver as coisas e guardá-las no coração...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&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/6372834-115947285087799067?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/115947285087799067/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=115947285087799067' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/115947285087799067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/115947285087799067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2006/09/vida-tem-destas-coisas.html' title='A vida tem destas coisas...'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-115203979614311879</id><published>2006-07-04T19:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T20:03:16.166+01:00</updated><title type='text'>VIVA O VERÃO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Se ela dança eu danço, Se ela dança eu danço, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Se ela dança eu danço, falei com o dj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Se ela dança eu danço, Se ela dança eu danço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Se ela dança eu danço, falei com o dj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Pra fazer diferente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Botá chapa quente pra gente dançar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Me diz quem é a menina que dança e fascina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Que alucina querendo beijar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Se ela dança eu danço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Balancei no balanço nesse doce encanto que me faz cantar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Que é quando eu te vejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Desperta o desejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Eu lembro do seu beijo e não paro de sonhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Ela só pensa em beijar, beijar , beijar, beijar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;E vem comigo dançar, dançar, dançar, dançar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Tem que ver esse som&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Eu te proponho, até suponho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Vai se apaixonar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Por essa alegria que contagia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;A melodia que te faz dançar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Eu viajei no teu corpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Descobri o teu gosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Deslizei no teu rosto só pra te beijar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Me de uma chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Quem sabe esse lance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Vai virar romance e a gente vai namorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Ela só pensa em beijar, beijar, beijar, beijar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;E vem comigo dançar, dançar, dançar, dançar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Ela só pensa em beijar, beijar, beijar, beijar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;E vem comigo dançar, dançar, dançar, dançar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Se ela dança eu danço, se ela dança eu danço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Se ela dança eu danço, falei com o dj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Se ela dança eu danço, se ela dança eu danço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Se ela dança eu danço, falei com o dj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Pra fazer diferente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Botá chapa quente pra gente dançar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Me diz quem é a menina que dança e facina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Que alucina querendo beijar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Se ela dança eu danço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Balancei no balanço nesse doce encanto que me faz cantar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Que é quando eu te vejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Desperta o desejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Eu lembro do seu beijo e não paro de sonhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Ela só pensa em beijar, beijar , beijar, beijar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;E vem comigo dançar, dançar, dançar, dançar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Ela só pensa em beijar, beijar , beijar, beijar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;E vem comigo dançar, dançar, dançar, dançar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Se ela dança eu danço, se ela dança eu danço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Se ela dança eu danço, se ela dança eu danço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Se ela dança eu danço, se ela dança eu danço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Se ela dança eu danço, se ela dança eu danço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Se ela dança eu danço, se ela dança eu danço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Mc Marcinho - Ela só pensa em beijar) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6372834-115203979614311879?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/115203979614311879/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=115203979614311879' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/115203979614311879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/115203979614311879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2006/07/viva-o-vero.html' title='VIVA O VERÃO!'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-115074694240447191</id><published>2006-06-19T20:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T21:26:19.623+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"PLANTEI UMA &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1847/334/1600/SOflor.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1847/334/1600/SOflor.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 74px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" height="127" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1847/334/200/SOflor.3.jpg" width="67" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;NO CORAÇÃO DELA"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;(natiruts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Imaginam o que deve ser ter uma flor plantada no coração? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tamanha sensação não precisa de implicar mais nada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Vale por si só! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6372834-115074694240447191?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/115074694240447191/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=115074694240447191' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/115074694240447191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/115074694240447191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-115041397383239030</id><published>2006-06-16T00:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T12:48:00.543+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E a Maria é...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Dou por mim a pensar no que sou e, inevitavelmente, acabo por me lembrar dessa bonita (e tão certa!) frase de Alberto Caeiro: “Porque eu sou do tamanho do que vejo e não do tamanho da minha altura”! Talvez porque me acompanhe uma vontade infindável de aprender, conhecer, descobrir e partilhar. Não quero ficar presa à minha altura, quero ser cada vez mais...&lt;br /&gt;E é então que me apercebo que esta frase deixa de ser apenas uma certeza, para se tornar parte da minha alma. Desde pequena que faço campos de férias, de participante passei a animadora – bonita palavra esta a de animar, que carrega na sua etimologia um significado tão nobre: “dar alma”. É nele que me revejo.&lt;br /&gt;Vivo a vida como eu sou, descontraída e bem disposta. Entusiasmo-me e empenho-me nas coisas quando sinto que elas valem a pena, dou o melhor de mim em tudo o que faço. Não desisto daquilo em que acredito, mesmo quando mais ninguém parece dar valor. Vejo-me como uma pessoa que não gosta de viver presa a ideias convencionais, prezo demasiado a minha liberdade.&lt;br /&gt;Vivo a 100%; agora que penso nisto acho que as sensações fortes me dão vida. E talvez seja isto que me faz sentir tão bem quando me relaciono com as pessoas. Não me amedronta, pelo contrário, desafia-me a ser eu, a dar o que de melhor tenho. Sou espontânea. E gosto de dizer o que sinto, quando faz sentido. Interesso-me por pessoas, por conversas. E gosto de me sentir crescer com elas e por meio delas.&lt;br /&gt;Sou comunicativa e adoro desafios. Claro que me assusta o desconhecido, mas o medo pára, a esperança move. Movo-me, então, com a esperança de conseguir ser, no futuro, o que sou agora. Assusta-me pensar que posso vir a perder esta minha parte de senhora-menina, quando o que mais quero é conseguir conciliar as duas coisas. Quero aprender a viver no mundo dos grandes, sem perder esta pureza que me é tão característica.&lt;br /&gt;Quero, através do que sou, conseguir ser exemplo para os outros. Não porque sonhe ser reconhecida, mas sim edificar e construir. Quero crescer profissionalmente, quero sentir-me realizada no que fizer no futuro, mas quero ser, sobretudo, cada vez mais pessoa, mais humana. Quero fazer crescer frutos onde houver terra para semear... Vou em frente porque acredito que tenho um mundo inteiro para mudar!!&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/6372834-115041397383239030?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/115041397383239030/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=115041397383239030' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/115041397383239030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/115041397383239030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2006/06/e-maria.html' title='E a Maria é...'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-114900474921949506</id><published>2006-05-30T16:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T16:59:09.233+01:00</updated><title type='text'>na terra dos sonhos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;"na terra dos sonhos podes ser quem tu és, ninguém te leva a mal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;na terra dos sonhos toda a gente trata a gente toda por igual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;na terra dos sonhos não há pó nas entrelinhas, ninguém se pode enganar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;abre bem os olhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;escuta bem o coração,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;SEI QUE QUERES IR PARA LÁ MORAR!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Jorge Palma - Na terra dos sonhos)&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/6372834-114900474921949506?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/114900474921949506/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=114900474921949506' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/114900474921949506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/114900474921949506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2006/05/na-terra-dos-sonhos.html' title='na terra dos sonhos...'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-114810498978271089</id><published>2006-05-20T06:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T07:03:09.800+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Minha querida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;A vida tem destas coisas! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Nem sempre tudo corre como gostaríamos, nem sempre temos forças para enfrentar aquilo que mais nos atormenta, nem sempre... A vida tem destas coisas! E por mais que o queiramos combater sozinho - a esse sentimento de frustração, inferioridade, desilusão e desapego -, por vezes o corpo e a alma pregam-nos partidas. Iludem-nos fortes e despem-nos fracos, com os medos, com as tristezas, com as "dores" a saltarem-nos à vista... sem dó nem piedade. E aí julgamos terminado o caminho, em que nada mais parece fazer sentido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;MAS NÃO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Tens-nos aqui! Contigo, sempre, e para o que for preciso. Apetecia-me gritar-te isto aos ouvidos. Para que, ainda que não acreditasses, crescesse em ti a coragem que te fará gritar: "Eu valho a pena!". Porque, realmente, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TU&lt;/span&gt; vales a pena, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TU&lt;/span&gt; vales a vida! E me prometesses, em seguida, nunca mais voltar a repetir o mesmo erro... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Fala connosco, deixa-nos ajudar-te da maneira que mais te aprouver... Em silêncio, em euforia, em partilha... Porque entre nós há verdadeira &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AMIZADE&lt;/span&gt;, há respeito, há vontade de estar e de nunca deixar! É isso que nos une, essa certeza de que seremos felizes se nos deixarmos fascinar por esta coisa tão forte que em nós existe: o &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AMOR!!&lt;/span&gt; Esse, que é ainda mais forte, se nos trouxer vida, paz, tranquilidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Trazemos-te no coração, apertado de tanto te querermos bem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;E cantamos-te esta música ao ouvido, para te iluminar o caminho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Don't you know that we'll be around to guide you&lt;/strong&gt;. Through your weakest moments, to leave them behind you. Returning nightmares only shadows... We'll cast some light and you'll be alright for now. Crosses all over, heavy on your shoulders, the sirens inside you waiting to step forward. Disturbing silence darkens your sight... We'll cast some light and you'll be alright for now. Crosses all over the boulevard, the streets outside your window overflooded. People staring they know you've been broken, repeatedly reminded by the looks on their faces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ignore them tonight and you'll be alright...We'll cast some light and you'll be alright!!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;(José González-&lt;em&gt;Crosses&lt;/em&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/6372834-114810498978271089?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/114810498978271089/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=114810498978271089' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/114810498978271089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/114810498978271089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2006/05/minha-querida.html' title='Minha querida...'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-114722722562526014</id><published>2006-05-10T03:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T03:13:45.640+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E agora...bedtime!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Pois é, já se faz tarde e tinha prometido a mim mesma que hoje ia chegar a casa e ia direitinha para a cama! Ai estas promessas pessoais que faço e que não cumpro (estas como tantas outras, muitas e tantas vezes tão mais importantes, e fico cá com uma raiva..)...&lt;br /&gt;Não que tenha ficado aqui às voltas em frente ao computador (rotina usual nos minutinhos - que às vezes se tornam horas! - antes de dormir). NÃO, desta vez fiquei-me pelo sofá (muito mais confortável, há que dizê-lo) a ver um filme típico de fim de noite nos canais portugueses (que se for bem espremidinho até tinha a ver com jornalismo...ahahah), como se tivesse que fazer horas para outra coisa qualquer, quando tudo o que o corpo pedia era CAMA, umas boas horas de sono.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas passando ao que interessa, não podia (de todo) deitar-me sem partilhar a tarde que tive hoje. E que me soube tão bem! Fui pela primeira vez ao cortejo da queima do Porto (ah, e dizem vocês - e tão bem - mas já foste a tantos de Coimbra). Sim, é verdade! Mas este foi diferente. Talvez porque estava em casa... não no sentido universitário, mas na vertente pessoal da coisa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUE TARDE BEM PASSADA! É tão bom chegar ao fim de tantos anos de existência na mesma cidade (se calhar mais Miramar do que Porto, mas para o que falo a distinção não interessa - sim porque ela existe!) e agora, sim, gostar verdadeiramente de cá estar. Ser feliz! Não que antes não gostasse, ou que ultimamente tenha vindo disso a duvidar (nunca!), mas sinto que hoje tive a confirmação do quanto gosto mesmo disto! Sem qualquer medo, sem qualquer fragilidade...&lt;br /&gt;(e guardarei comigo, para aqui ficar e não partilhar, o porquê disto, mas acreditem que é verdade).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já não me sinto (como às vezes acontecia) pequenina. Vá-se lá entender estas coisas que sentimos de vez em quando e que teimam paralisar once in a while! Sinto-me grande e capaz de tudo. E nisto consegui uma vitória.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E para isto contribuem as grandes amigas que tenho (sim, vocês 7 Magníficas!), que tanta coisa em ensinam, que tanta coisa simplificam, que estão sem precisarem de dizer nada...porque com isso me mostram tanto! Gosto de me sentir à vontade... GOSTO DE VOCÊS! MUITO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandes mudanças tenho sentido nestes últimos tempos...&lt;br /&gt;Agora só me falta ganhar coragem para "ganhar o mundo" (sem perder a alma, claro!) e fazer-me ao caminho do trabalho, da realização profissional...&lt;br /&gt;Só isso para me sentir verdadeiramente completa...&lt;br /&gt;Porque o resto vem por acréscimo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me bem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um grande beijo a todos de quem tanto gosto...&lt;br /&gt;E que gostam de mim!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S.&lt;/strong&gt; E não falo em vocês simplesmente porque alguém;) um dia me perguntou se já tinha escrito alguma coisa sobre ou para vocês (que isto de ter blogs deixa sempre muita coisa no ar!). Escrevo porque sinto, e nisso está a minha verdade de Maria!&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/6372834-114722722562526014?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/114722722562526014/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=114722722562526014' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/114722722562526014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/114722722562526014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2006/05/e-agorabedtime.html' title='E agora...bedtime!'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-114711775243001640</id><published>2006-05-08T20:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T20:49:12.446+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lá se foi a música...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Já me andava a passar! De cada vez que tentava abrir este blog aparecia-me um pop-up cansativo a dizer "click to run active-x", e sempre que dizia que sim (ou seja, "ok")  lá se ia o internet explorer ao ar! Às vezes, incompreensivelmente, o meu computador era mesmo querido e deixava-me abrir a página, mas ultimamente passou-lhe a querideza, pelos vistos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;E por isso, tomei a decisão de tirar o comando html que tanto eu gostava... Já não tenho música:(! Estou triste...porque me sabia mesmo bem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mas conto com vocês, meus fiéis leitores (se é que tenho alguns) para que me ajudem a resolver este meu dramazinho... Por acaso há alguém que me possa dar um comando novo para eu continuar a partilhar os meus gostos musicais!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;É que já tantas vezes descobri músicas lindas noutras paragens que gostava, também eu, de contribuir para (nem que seja só às vezes) vos fascinar com sons diferentes, com letras especiais, com músicas que ficam:)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Help me!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Obrigado!&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6372834-114711775243001640?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/114711775243001640/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=114711775243001640' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/114711775243001640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/114711775243001640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2006/05/l-se-foi-msica.html' title='Lá se foi a música...'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-114619381501800154</id><published>2006-04-28T03:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T01:34:28.116+01:00</updated><title type='text'>quando uma conversa faz uma noite...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;E assim foi!&lt;br /&gt;Uma noite como tantas outras, a mesma combinação de sempre - ir ter ao porto - mas desta vez a um sítio diferente, não habitual: O Piolho! Esse café tão característico da Baixa Portuense, o primeiro café universitário da Invicta, palco (julgo e imagino eu) de tantas discussões, onde desde há tanto tempo os estudantes se reunem para tomar um copo.&lt;br /&gt;Nada premeditava uma noite tão agradável e uma conversa tão fluída. Engraçado encontrar gente que se deixa envolver e se questiona sobre as coisas do coração. Porque essas dúvidas existem e fugir a elas é, na minha opinião, perder, aos bocadinhos, a alma.&lt;br /&gt;Tens medos, tens certezas e dúvidas, e sentes uma vontade enorme de falar sobre elas. Não te apoquentes...com o passar do tempo as coisas ficam mais claras. Não queiras, nunca, é enganar-te e não vivas como se tudo fosse simples. Desculpa se sou muito "dura", mas esta é a verdade. A vida vive-se e sente-se, não se simplifica. Porque, aí, perderia toda a graça...&lt;br /&gt;E é ao pensar na conversa que tivemos (nós que apenas nos conhecêramos nessa noite) que te deixo esta música...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LATELY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I have had the strangest feeling with no vivid reason here to find.&lt;br /&gt;Yet the thought of losing you’s been hanging’round my mind!&lt;br /&gt;Far more frequently you’re wearing perfume with you say no special place to go,&lt;br /&gt;But when I ask will you be coming back soon,&lt;br /&gt;You don’t know, never know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I’m a man of many wishes&lt;br /&gt;Hope my premonition misses&lt;br /&gt;But what I really feel my eyes won’t let me hide&lt;br /&gt;Cause they always start to cry&lt;br /&gt;Cause this time could mean goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I’ve been staring in the mirror very slowly picking me apart,&lt;br /&gt;Trying to tell myself I have no reason with your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Just the other night while you were sleeping I vaguely heard you whisper someone’s name,&lt;br /&gt;But when I ask you of the thoughts your keeping you just say nothing’s changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I’m a man of many wishes&lt;br /&gt;I hope my premonition misses&lt;br /&gt;But what I really feel my eyes won’t let me hide&lt;br /&gt;Cause they always start to cry&lt;br /&gt;Cause this time could mean goodbye, goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I’m a man of many wishes&lt;br /&gt;I hope my premonition misses&lt;br /&gt;But what I really feel my eyes won’t let me hide&lt;br /&gt;Cause they always start to cry&lt;br /&gt;Cause this time could mean &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GOODBYE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6372834-114619381501800154?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/114619381501800154/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=114619381501800154' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/114619381501800154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/114619381501800154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2006/04/quando-uma-conversa-faz-uma-noite.html' title='quando uma conversa faz uma noite...'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-114601672194724058</id><published>2006-04-26T02:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T02:58:41.966+01:00</updated><title type='text'>PARABÉNS A MIM...QUE HOJE FAÇO ANOS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Pois é...&lt;br /&gt;Mais um ano passa, e mais velha me sinto...estranho isto de dizer que tenho 24 anos! Parece muito... para tanto que ainda sonho e quero fazer! Mas SEI que ainda tenho tempo...muito, só é preciso aproveitá-lo! O melhor possível...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E por isso, aqui vou eu durante mais um dia especial (sim, que isto de "fazer aniversário" tem muito que se lhe diga!) pensar na minha vida, avaliar o que cresci, o que aprendi, o privilégio que tem sido cruzar-me com tanta gente que tem tanto para dar... Que bom continuar a conhecer pessoas tão diferentes, mas que dizem tanto! Que bom poder acordar e sentir que tenho amigos para a vida, que vão lá estar sempre, que me dizem tanto... e a quem eu espero ter sido sempre capaz de corresponder e mostrar o quanto são importantes! &lt;strong&gt;SIM&lt;/strong&gt;, vocês são importantes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado aos &lt;strong&gt;meus pais,maninhos, família próxima e às "gentes" do meu coração&lt;/strong&gt; que tanto têm contribuído para que cresça no melhor sentido...que tantas alegrias me dão! Que estão guardados (como alguém um dia me disse) "num cofre (zinho) tão especial" mesmo junto ao coração. &lt;strong&gt;Trago-vos no coração... Enchem-me as medidas:)!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E porque hoje é um dia especial...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Um grande sorriso,um grande abraço a todos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;QUE TENHAM UM GRANDE GRANDE DIA...tão solarengo e quente como o meu....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Lov u all!&lt;/span&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/6372834-114601672194724058?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/114601672194724058/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=114601672194724058' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/114601672194724058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/114601672194724058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2006/04/parabns-mimque-hoje-fao-anos.html' title='PARABÉNS A MIM...QUE HOJE FAÇO ANOS!'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-114515424080749043</id><published>2006-04-16T03:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T03:33:44.196+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The last goodbye!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;"Obrigado! Contigo cresci e tu foste ponte no meu percurso, foste peça imprescindível para o meu puzzle...! Graças a ti descobri-me, encontrei-me e agora conheço-me. Não podia deixar de te agradecer...não estavas à espera! Pois não? Este era o meu destino e tu tiveste um papel muito importante nele. Agora posso continuar a crescer sozinha, sei qual é o caminho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Se algum dia olhar para trás ou se os nossos caminhos se cruzarem não me vais ser indiferente, mas vais ver uma pessoa diferente. Confiante, estável e a tua presença espiritual ou física não me vai afectar, mas sim trazer-me paz. Afinal, foste tu quem deu o empurrão decisivo para eu dar o grande passo na minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;'Deus escreve direito por linhas tortas'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Tudo isto só me pode dar uma alegria imensa e uma força enorme para andar. Se continuares a dar-me sinais da tua presença não me vou interpôr, preocupar ou negar uma evidência, mas conviver...mostrando-te os passos que dou, graças a ti, todos os dias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Quanto a ti, e à tua vida, só gostava que cada situação te marcasse, para com ela aprenderes a crescer. Também era bom parares de vez em quando e pensares no rumo que estás a dar à tua vida e o que é que vais colhendo a cada coisa que fazes. Assusta-me pensar que um dia descubras quantos sinais e oportunidades te foram dados para parar e quantas vezes te tentaram acordar, mas como estavas muito dentro do teu mundinho e aparentemente completo, recusaste as mãos que te foram dadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Tenho medo que quando tomares consciência disso possa ser muito tarde e tenhas esgotado as oportunidades..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Maio 2003 -MM)&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/6372834-114515424080749043?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/114515424080749043/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=114515424080749043' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/114515424080749043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/114515424080749043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2006/04/last-goodbye.html' title='The last goodbye!'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-114515453623775808</id><published>2006-04-16T03:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T03:28:56.246+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Back for good!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Posso dizer, com toda a certeza, que estou MESMO de volta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;De volta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;a estas lides bloguísticas:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;a estes devaneios momentâneos (ou não)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;a partilhas das &lt;em&gt;cousas &lt;/em&gt;estranhas que às vezes sinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;à construção de raciocínios críticos e contributos para as opiniões e convenções sociais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;enfim, sou &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EU &lt;/span&gt;de volta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6372834-114515453623775808?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/114515453623775808/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=114515453623775808' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/114515453623775808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/114515453623775808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2006/04/back-for-good.html' title='Back for good!'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-114092024158032434</id><published>2006-02-26T02:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-26T02:17:21.583Z</updated><title type='text'>PENSAMENTO DO DIA! (todos os dias)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Porque sou do tamanho do que vejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;e não do tamanho da minha altura!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Alberto Caeiro)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6372834-114092024158032434?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/114092024158032434/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=114092024158032434' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/114092024158032434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/114092024158032434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2006/02/pensamento-do-dia-todos-os-dias.html' title='PENSAMENTO DO DIA! (todos os dias)'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-114092005465505595</id><published>2006-02-26T02:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-26T02:14:14.706Z</updated><title type='text'>De volta à escrita...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Porque há coisas que devem ser partilhadas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;e porque desejo a todos uma boa noite, todas as noites...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;"Esta é a história de uma bela adormecida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Que te aquece nesta noite a embalar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Passa o vento e numa sombra traz a vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;De um menino que ouve um conto de encantar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Junto ao brilho vem o sono nos teus olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Fica a história, fica o dia em ti também&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Na cabeça a cor de uma fotografia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Que descansa no teu cansaço feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;E o quente que é poder sentires-te amado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Por um Deus que agora se deita ao teu lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Para dormir..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;(Melgas III - 2003)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6372834-114092005465505595?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/114092005465505595/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=114092005465505595' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/114092005465505595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/114092005465505595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2006/02/de-volta-escrita.html' title='De volta à escrita...'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-113726497812918221</id><published>2006-01-14T18:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-14T18:56:18.180Z</updated><title type='text'>CONSEGUIMOS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1847/334/1600/Lodney.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1847/334/400/Lodney.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;O Lodney vai para o Brasil!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&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/6372834-113726497812918221?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/113726497812918221/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=113726497812918221' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/113726497812918221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/113726497812918221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2006/01/conseguimos.html' title='CONSEGUIMOS!!!'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-113720016668998568</id><published>2006-01-14T00:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-14T00:56:06.710Z</updated><title type='text'>banho MARIA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Tenho três posts a marinar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Pode-se dizer que estou em BANHO MARIA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;mas estou bem ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6372834-113720016668998568?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/113720016668998568/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=113720016668998568' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/113720016668998568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/113720016668998568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2006/01/banho-maria.html' title='banho MARIA!'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-113536538733508262</id><published>2005-12-24T19:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-23T19:16:27.336Z</updated><title type='text'>Que tenham um....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;NATAL EM CHEIO!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Cheio de coisas boas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;cheio de amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;abraçados por Ele!&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/6372834-113536538733508262?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/113536538733508262/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=113536538733508262' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/113536538733508262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/113536538733508262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/12/que-tenham-um_24.html' title='Que tenham um....'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-113521176186569621</id><published>2005-12-22T00:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-22T00:36:01.876Z</updated><title type='text'>E ao adormecer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;A música ouvi-a em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://outrastantasmadrugadas.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;outras tantas madrugadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;! a letra - essa - procurei-a, por dizer tanto... por ser tão certeira...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One night to be confused, one night to speed up truth! We had a promise made, four hands and then away. Both under influense, we had devine scent to know what to say. Mind is a razorblade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To call for hands of above.  To lean on. Wouldn't be good enough for me, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night of magic rush. The start a simple touch. One night to push and scream, and then releaf. Ten days of perfect tunes...the colors red and blue! We had a promise made, we were in love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To call for hands of above. To lean on. Wouldn't be good enough for me, no.&lt;br /&gt;To call for hands of above. To lean on. Wouldn't be good enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you, you knew the hands of the devil...&lt;br /&gt;And you  kept us awake with wolf teeths, sharing different heartbeats! In one night to call for hands of above. To lean on. Wouldn't be good enough for me, no.&lt;br /&gt;To call for hands of above. To lean on. Wouldn't be good enough for me, NO!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Heartbeats - Jose Gonzales)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6372834-113521176186569621?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/113521176186569621/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=113521176186569621' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/113521176186569621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/113521176186569621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/12/e-ao-adormecer.html' title='E ao adormecer...'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-113495572761903661</id><published>2005-12-19T01:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-19T01:29:21.376Z</updated><title type='text'>Em grande!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Com 17 no relatório de estágio!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;...e assim se acaba um curso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;EM GRANDE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6372834-113495572761903661?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/113495572761903661/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=113495572761903661' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/113495572761903661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/113495572761903661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/12/em-grande.html' title='Em grande!'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-113469471076086970</id><published>2005-12-16T00:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-16T00:58:30.776Z</updated><title type='text'>Homenagem!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;A tão pouco tempo da grande apresentação do projecto à Assembleia do Camtil não podia deixar de fazer uma GRANDE HOMENAGEM a essa bonita ilha que é SÃO TOMÉ E PRÍNCIPE... Voltei há já algum tempo (3 meses feitos dia 10 de Dezembro), mas parece ontem o dia em que deixei a minha segunda casa! Sim, considerá-la a minha segunda casa é pouco, para tudo quanto este projecto e aquela gente significaram para mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;A S. Tomé agradeço a facilidade com que me encantaram as suas belas paisagens! A constatação do que às vezes pode parecer tão pouco para uns, mas que é sem dúvida uma dádiva divina...&lt;br /&gt;A grandeza subtil dos pormenores,&lt;br /&gt;o quente das águas do mar,&lt;br /&gt;o frio dos banhos em casa,&lt;br /&gt;o cansaço depois de cada campo, que fazia tudo ter sentido,&lt;br /&gt;o regaço Dele, sempre pronto para nos acolher,&lt;br /&gt;o cheiro dos dias,&lt;br /&gt;o sabor dos frutos e das comidas,&lt;br /&gt;a beleza das noites,&lt;br /&gt;a música dos lugares,&lt;br /&gt;a cumplicidade dos momentos,&lt;br /&gt;a verdade das partilhas,&lt;br /&gt;a sinceridade espontânea,&lt;br /&gt;a ilha, tal como ela é...simplesmente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Aos santomenses agradeço a genialidade com que, inconscientemente, me fascinaram e apaixonaram...&lt;br /&gt;A pureza da entrega,&lt;br /&gt;a grandeza da palavra servir,&lt;br /&gt;a honra de pertencer à Equipa de Deus,&lt;br /&gt;a intimidade do kizomba, tão característica,&lt;br /&gt;os sorrisos tão sinceros,&lt;br /&gt;as saudades tão sentidas...tão nossas!&lt;br /&gt;ao Abdul a proximidade que se criou com o diluir das diferenças,&lt;br /&gt;à Leila a entrega arrebatadora com que me conquistou e que me aperta o coração,&lt;br /&gt;ao Lenine o exemplo de liderança tão certo,&lt;br /&gt;ao Wilze um coração tão imenso,&lt;br /&gt;ao Didi, ao Gaspar, ao Nery, ao São, ao Lúcio, ao Lodney, à Gilá e à Celma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Aos 9 magníficos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A Ele!&lt;br /&gt;A ti Afonso, a ti Mafalda, a ti Andreia, a ti João, a ti Bernardo, a ti Cenoura, a ti Maria, a ti Xica, a ti Rodrigo...&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado por teres acreditado desde o início na concretização deste projecto. É bom quando nos sentimos acompanhados num Sonho e numa Vontade, porque assim o nosso esforço dilui-se e alimenta-se no esforço dos outros, e ganha força para continuar...&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado por teres tido coragem de arriscar, de sonhar, de correr, de lutar, de querer, a todo o custo, levar o que de melhor temos a quem tanto precisava! Obrigado por teres tido a humildade de reconhecer sempre que não estávamos no melhor caminho, e assim, conseguir chegar sempre mais longe! Até chegarmos ao grande projecto que foi este Mi São Tomé...&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado por teres sido família, por teres sido regaço, por teres sido local de recarregar baterias!&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado pela sintonia, pela amizade, pela presença!&lt;br /&gt;Pelo silêncio, sempre que era preciso, e por saberes quebrá-lo quando já era demasiado...  Pela entrega desmesurada e pela partilha sincera...&lt;br /&gt;Pela sábia distinção entre alturas de descompressão e alturas de trabalho árduo...&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado por teres trazido o coração cheio e por, ao mesmo tempo, teres tido a capacidade de deixar tanto!&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado pelo choro, pelos risos, pelas músicas...&lt;br /&gt;Pelos cheiros, sabores e palavras sábias...&lt;br /&gt;Por te teres deixado guiar e por teres sabido conduzir...com tanta perícia!&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado! Porque, através do teu exemplo,  me mostraste, outra vez a magia do CAMTIL, que só faz sentido com Ele e por Ele...acima de todas as coisas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Obrigado! Por me fazeres chegar ao fim deste projecto (agora que outro começa) e me deixares orgulhosa pela EQUIPA que Ele tão sabiamente me fez escolher...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;OBRIGADO pela força que me deste! Por me teres feito ultrapassar tantos medos... medos, sempre os tive, e sempre os tenho, mas o medo pára....a esperança move! Movo-me então com a esperança de um dia te poder abraçar e dizer-te, mais uma vez...Obrigado. Não um obrigado como tantos outros que foram ditos em muitas situações, não o obrigado de obrigação... um obrigado de quem muito aprendeu (e continua a aprender) com uma pessoa tão grande&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;As palavras não chegam para dizer quanto sinto,&lt;br /&gt;as lágrimas no canto dos meus olhos são maiores do que qualquer palavra!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Fiquem com Deçu! Todos!&lt;br /&gt;Um grande grande beijo!&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;P.S. Como surpresa deixo a tocar neste meu espaço a música que nos acompanhou, que marcou a nossa ida a S. Tomé! E que me deixa, sempre que a ouço, com o coração apertado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6372834-113469471076086970?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/113469471076086970/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=113469471076086970' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/113469471076086970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/113469471076086970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/12/homenagem_16.html' title='Homenagem!'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-113390401481716967</id><published>2005-12-06T21:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-13T00:36:44.936Z</updated><title type='text'>you are all i have...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.filelodge.com/files/hdd4/58959/hayden%20-%20you%20are%20all%20i%20have.mp3" width="210" height="45" type="audio/x-mp3" autostart="false" loop="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;You are all that I have,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;If you go away I don't think that I will survive&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait outside the front door 'till you arrive&lt;br /&gt;The light of day will shine inside of your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Inside your eyes I'll see me there by your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Am I all you have,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I go way I know that you will survive&lt;br /&gt;You're stronger than me, I have just realized&lt;br /&gt;You won't be outside of the door 'till I arrive&lt;br /&gt;The light of day will shine inside of your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Hayden - You are all i have)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;SE QUISESSES...&lt;br /&gt;ERA ASSIM QUE CANTAVA!&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/6372834-113390401481716967?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/113390401481716967/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=113390401481716967' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/113390401481716967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/113390401481716967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/12/you-are-all-i-have_06.html' title='you are all i have...'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-113269819113940312</id><published>2005-11-22T22:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-22T22:23:11.140Z</updated><title type='text'>para ti!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;"Oh how your fingers drowse me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Your breath falls around me like dew. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Your pulse lulls the tympans of my ears. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;I feel a merge from head to foot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Delicious enough."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;(Walt Whitman)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;Read this for me, as i'll come back for you...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6372834-113269819113940312?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/113269819113940312/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=113269819113940312' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/113269819113940312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/113269819113940312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/11/para-ti.html' title='para ti!'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-113269777559977813</id><published>2005-11-22T21:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-22T22:16:45.500Z</updated><title type='text'>behind every great love is a great story...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://video.themovieinsider.com/bin/notebook.asf" width="384" height="216" autostart="false" loop="true"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;(trailer The notebook)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;from the best selling novel from Nicholas Sparks &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;comes a story about &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what we long for... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what we settle for... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and who we're meant for...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;"I think the idea of reunion goes back to all those thoughts that people have about what 'what would have happened if?'. Everybody has a first love. Nobody goes through the world without loving something. And you go back and wonder 'what if?'. This story plays into that. Frequently people are not what you remember, and you realize that is what you were looking for all along. There's a tendency for people to believe that young love isn't real, but of course it's real".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Nicholas Spark - Book Writter)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Memories are interesting. How do they shape human beings? I think it's different for everybody, and it depends on where you are in your life. If you're a young person, your memories are not that important to you because your entire life is in front of you. But as you get older, and certainly as you get to the latter part of your life, memories become everything because they are really mostly what you have. . So, for people that have Alzheimer's it's not only just taking their memories or experiences away from them. t's taking everything they've got away from them. And i think that would be the most precious thing in the world to lose".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;"The notebook is a portrait of love itself. It's though. It's certainly not always pretty. It certainly can drive you crazy at times. But part of every nature love, or what we like to think of as love, is that it endures. And all what i'm doing with this movie, what i'd like to step out and say is: 'I believe in love. I believe in the biggest kind of love. I believe that i can love an incredible amount and i believe it can all work out".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Nick Cassavetes - Film Director)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;O destino às vezes prega partidas. E faz as memórias do coração falarem mais alto que a própria razão. Acredito que à medida que nos vamos aproximando do fim da vida será de memórias que nos alimentaremos. Não poucas vezes daremos por nós a pensar 'o que teria acontecido se?', mas o que tivermos vivido será muito mais forte, e acreditando que o teremos feito com a maior das verdades, esse terá sido o caminho certo. Acredito que por trás de um grande amor existirá sempre uma bonita história, e estou certa de que muitas aconteceram, acontecem e acontecerão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Acredito no poder revigorante do amor, acredito que uma bonita história de amor terá sempre altos e baixos, mas que o amor resiste. Essa talvez seja a maior lição que já aprendi até hoje! " &lt;strong&gt;'I believe in love. I believe in the biggest kind of love. I believe that i can love an incredible amount and i believe it can all work out".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;E que um dia vou poder dizer, com confiança...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"So it's not gonna be easy. It's gonna be really hard. And we're gonna have to work at this every day, but I want to do that, because I want you. I want all of you, forever, you and me, every day".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6372834-113269777559977813?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/113269777559977813/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=113269777559977813' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/113269777559977813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/113269777559977813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/11/behind-every-great-love-is-great-story_22.html' title='behind every great love is a great story...'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-113268508011788006</id><published>2005-11-22T18:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-22T18:44:40.120Z</updated><title type='text'>Life as a house! (parte 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;George&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I won't ever hit you. Never. I don't want you to be smaller. I want you to be happy, you're not...not here with me, not over your mother, not alone, not anywhere. You are what i was most of my life, Sam. I see it in your eyes, in your sleep, in your answer to everything. You're barely alive. But you know the great thing though? Is that change can be so constant, that you don't feel a difference until there is one. It can be so slow that you don't know that your life is better or worse until it is. Or it can just blow you away. Make you to something different in an instant. It happened to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(conversa entre George e o filho Sam)&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/6372834-113268508011788006?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/113268508011788006/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=113268508011788006' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/113268508011788006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/113268508011788006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/11/life-as-house-parte-1.html' title='Life as a house! (parte 1)'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-113268379003220856</id><published>2005-11-22T17:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-22T18:25:29.873Z</updated><title type='text'>Life as a house!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://trailers.warnerbros.com/web/synmedia/GeneralPublicUS/trailers/us/windows/300000/life_as_a_house_trailer.asx" width="320" height="172" type="video/x-ms-asf" autostart="false" loop="true"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;( trailer &lt;em&gt;Life as a house&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If life changed in an instant&lt;br /&gt;would you be ready for it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Um ritmo genial e um argumento apaixonante. Dois ingredientes que se juntam numa história sobre a reconstrução de uma vida. A coragem de fazer tudo aquilo de que muitas vezes temos medo, o ultrapassar de medos para conseguir viver uma vida CHEIA! Para fazer da vida uma CELEBRAÇÃO...fica a sugestão para uma noite bem passada. A primeira de muitas crónicas cinematográficas que a esta se seguirão..&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado Xica por uma descoberta tão bonita!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;"It´s about a man who gives many people the fearlessness to give up their anger and do something out of love. A man at the end of his rope who finally finds the courage to boldly go after the one dream he's never had a chance to fulfill and who becomes a catalyst for all kinds of changes in the people around him".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(Irwin Winkler - Film Director)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;"George thinks Robin has sold out and is living this meaningless life of luxury and doesn't have no ideals anymore, while Robin thinks George has only ideals and no guts to follow through on them. When George decides to actually build the house, that blows her away. He's actually living the life they both once dreamed of. It's a sort of a push to get out there and do all the thingd you've always wanted to do and say the things you've always wanted do say".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;( Kristin Thomas, who plays Robin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Um bonito diálogo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Robin&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Nothing is going on with us, is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;George&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Going on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Robin&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;When i picked you up from the train, wht you said, what was that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;George&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;What did i say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Robin&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;You know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;George &lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Robin &lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;The thing about me being the most beautiful person, what was that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;George&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;That's the truth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Robin &lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;You've never said that before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;George&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I now say a lot of things i never said before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Robin &lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;That sound like a pick-up line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;George &lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I can't pick you up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Robin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Because i'm married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;George&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;You bit my finger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Robin &lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;If i weren't married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;George&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Should we do this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Robin&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I need to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;George&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;What? Do i still love you? Absolutely. There's not a doubt in my mind, that with all my anger...my ego, i was always faithfull in my love for you. That i made you doubt it, that's the great mistake of my life full of mistakes. But the truth doesn't set us free. I can tell you i love you as many times as you can stand hear it. And all that does, to you and me, is remind us that love is not enough. Not even close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6372834-113268379003220856?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/113268379003220856/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=113268379003220856' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/113268379003220856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/113268379003220856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/11/life-as-house.html' title='Life as a house!'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-113228195244562421</id><published>2005-11-18T02:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-22T01:34:14.360Z</updated><title type='text'>e agora deu nisto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ando há algum tempo às voltas com um post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;e já não sei muito bem o que lhe hei-de fazer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Alguém me ajuda?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6372834-113228195244562421?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/113228195244562421/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=113228195244562421' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/113228195244562421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/113228195244562421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/11/e-agora-deu-nisto.html' title='e agora deu nisto...'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-113193666423087495</id><published>2005-11-14T02:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-14T02:51:04.326Z</updated><title type='text'>uma bonita despedida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;My dearest...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;I couldn't sleep last night because i know that it's over between us. I'm not bitter anymore because i know that what we had was real. And if in some distant place in the future we see each other in our new lives, i'll smile at you with joy and remember how we spent a summer beneath the trees, learning from each other and growing in love. The best love is the kind that awakens the soul and make us reach for more, that plants fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds. And that's what you've given me. That's what i hoped to give to you, forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll be seeing you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;(do filme "The notebook")&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/6372834-113193666423087495?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/113193666423087495/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=113193666423087495' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/113193666423087495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/113193666423087495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/11/uma-bonita-despedida.html' title='uma bonita despedida...'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-113158907427218490</id><published>2005-11-10T02:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-10T02:17:54.303Z</updated><title type='text'>Em jeito de conclusão... (do relatório de estágio)!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;O facto de ter vivido duas grandes experiências, uma atrás da outra, deixou-me sem capacidade para perceber até que ponto teria gostado ou não, aprendido ou não, mas sobretudo, valorizado o tempo que passei na SIC, entre Maio e Agosto deste ano. Agora que termino o meu relatório de estágio, e que voltei a reviver os tempos que ali passei, não podia deixar de partilhar com vocês o que significou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Acho que assim em jeito de conclusão...isto diz muito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Espero conseguir transmitir o prazer que me deu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mas &lt;strong&gt;espero, sobretudo, continuar a querer olhar em frente, sempre em frente e acreditar naquilo que me preenche, que me realiza, que me faz continuar a querer/ser jornalista. Como alguém me disse um dia... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E ainda que a desilusão, mais cedo ou mais tarde, acabe por chegar... espero nunca me deixar vencer por ela...&lt;/strong&gt; Aqui fica, então, A CONCLUSÃO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“ O jornalista pertence a uma espécie de casta de párias, que é sempre estimada pela ‘sociedade’ em termos de seu representante eticamente mais baixo. Daí as estranhas noções sobre o jornalista e seu trabalho. Nem todos compreendem que a realização jornalística exige pelo menos tanto ‘gênio’ quanto a realização erudita, especialmente devido à necessidade de produzir imediatamente, e de ‘encomenda’, devido à necessidade de ser eficiente, na verdade, em condições de produção totalmente diferentes”&lt;/em&gt; (Weber, apudPereira, 2004: 1). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;A televisão marcou-nos, definitivamente, pelas histórias que nos contou, pela companhia que muitas vezes nos fez, pelo seu efeito aglutinador e massificante. E a mentalidade do século XX foi inquestionavelmente marcada pela omnipresença televisiva, tanto que a televisão se tornou o meio de comunicação de massas por excelência.&lt;br /&gt;Em Portugal, tal como em tantos outros países, esta realidade não é diferente, pois “apesar dos portugueses não verem mais televisão do que os outros povos, a televisão é a sua principal fonte de informação e adquiriu uma importância fundamental para a vida política e para a difusão de factos e ideias normativas do comportamento individual e social” (Andringa).&lt;br /&gt;Esta realidade aumenta a responsabilidade dos jornalistas durante a realização da profissão. Se a televisão é a principal ligação dos cidadãos com  a realidade que os rodeia, então há uma obrigatoriedade de procurar sempre a verdade e de contribuir para a formação cívica da sociedade. No entanto, as mudanças que surgiram com a abertura do mercado televisivo à iniciativa privada têm sido, muitas vezes, alvo de críticas, ao privilegiar o sensacionalismo. “Nestes 13 anos [altura do aparecimento da SIC e TVI], tudo mudou. E mudou de forma tão veloz, vertiginosa, agressiva que a montanha russa gerada nos sacudiu em não poucas excitações e outros tantos vómitos” (Ramos, 2005).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ainda assim, estagiar na SIC é, realmente, um privilégio&lt;/strong&gt;, independentemente de todas as críticas que lhe possam ser feitas, no que diz respeito a políticas informativas. Sobretudo, se tivermos em conta o papel importante que desempenhou nas mudanças tecnológicas, programacionais e informativas em todo o panorama televisivo português desde o seu aparecimento em 1992. A política de busca da verdade, de preocupação com a apresentação de uma informação clara, de exigência de um elevado nível de profissionalismo tornam-na uma grande escola na percepção da realidade e parte prática do que é fazer jornalismo televisivo.            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;O valor que a SIC representa no quotidiano jornalístico português é, na verdade, inquestionável. Ainda assim, como em muitas outras empresas, há aspectos que não correm da melhor forma durante o estágio. O elevado número de licenciados que termina cursos na área da comunicação e do jornalismo todos os anos tem vindo a criar fragilidades dentro da classe jornalística, e mais do que isso, a dificultar as perspectivas de emprego dentro desta área. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Talvez por esta razão, e ainda mais numa empresa como a SIC, a maior parte dos jornalistas que aqui trabalha não se preocupa em fazer um acompanhamento aos estagiários que trabalham consigo. O facto de estarem, constantemente, a entrar estagiários na redacção, de durante muito tempo terem investido em relações interpessoais que acabaram por ir por água abaixo pois quase nenhum dos estagiários acaba por ser contratado, faz com que estejam cansados e que, na maior parte das vezes, se limitem a ser indiferentes aos estagiários. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;E esta situação acaba por criar um círculo vicioso. Chegamos ao estágio, acabados de sair da faculdade, sem saber minimamente o que é o mundo do jornalismo (seja ele em televisão, rádio ou imprensa) e deparamo-nos com profissionais desanimados e insatisfeitos, que além do mais parecem não ter tempo, nem paciência, para nos ensinar alguma coisa. Caímos no meio de uma redacção, onde se espera que demos o nosso melhor e que evoluamos cada vez mais, onde os níveis de exigência são muito elevados e temos de nos “saber virar” sozinhos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Se até certo ponto é muito importante que sejamos “lançados aos leões” logo desde o início, porque é uma forma de aprendermos e ganharmos experiência mais rapidamente, por outro lado, convêm que exista um acompanhamento daquilo que fazemos, para que nos sintamos incentivados e ganhemos gosto por esta profissão. &lt;strong&gt;“O ‘bichinho’ do jornalismo é altamente louvável, [mas] se acompanhado por profissionais qualificados e com provas dadas” (Correia, 2001:2), porque sem este acompanhamento, “os jornalistas da jovem geração perderiam algo da essência da missão que lhes competia (...)”&lt;/strong&gt; (Correia, 2001:2). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Apesar de ter conhecido esta realidade na SIC, tive, também, oportunidade de conhecer excelentes profissionais que tudo fizeram para que me sentisse integrada e para que tivesse uma formação bastante completa. E embora todo o descontentamento e críticas em relação à “política de estágios” dentro da SIC, &lt;strong&gt;ao mesmo tempo, este grupo de profissionais com quem tive o prazer de me cruzar e o privilégio de trabalhar fazem com que sinta que o balanço da minha passagem pela SIC seja mais que positivo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Com este estágio ganhei mais certezas quanto ao que quero fazer no futuro e, mais do que isso, serviu para perceber o prazer que pode ser trabalhar em televisão. Acredito que dei o meu melhor durante o estágio, que cresci emocionalmente e a nível profissional, que evoluí como jornalista. Sei que com tudo o que realizei contribuí positivamente para a qualidade informativa da estação e não podia deixar de me sentir orgulhosa com a confiança que vários profissionais da SIC depositaram em mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Pude, ainda, perceber que, na realidade, &lt;strong&gt;“esta profissão exige de quem a escolhe um envolvimento e uma dedicação particulares&lt;/strong&gt; e pelo fato de significar bem mais do que uma atividade ou emprego na vida de seus profissionais, ela gera um estilo de vida e uma visão do mundo específicos (...)” (Jornalismo e Jornalistas, 2004: 19). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Assim, e apesar das críticas que possam ser feitas à classe jornalística, pois o jornalista é muitas vezes encarado como “uma espécie de casta de párias, que é sempre estimada pela ‘sociedade’ em termos de seu representante eticamente mais baixo” (Weber, apudPereira, 2004: 1), &lt;strong&gt;com tudo o que aprendi, quer durante o curso quer durante o estágio na SIC, só me posso sentir realizada por ter escolhido esta profissão.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6372834-113158907427218490?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/113158907427218490/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=113158907427218490' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/113158907427218490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/113158907427218490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/11/em-jeito-de-concluso-do-relatrio-de_10.html' title='Em jeito de conclusão... (do relatório de estágio)!'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-113129932723748236</id><published>2005-11-06T17:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-06T17:48:47.260Z</updated><title type='text'>Celebremos a vida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;E ao chegar a casa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;depois de um fim-de-semana muito bem passado encontro um pôr-do-sol em tons de rosa e lilás!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Não será caso de celebrarmos a vida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6372834-113129932723748236?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/113129932723748236/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=113129932723748236' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/113129932723748236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/113129932723748236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/11/celebremos-vida.html' title='Celebremos a vida...'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-113104180635417851</id><published>2005-11-03T18:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-03T18:22:48.636Z</updated><title type='text'>10 minutos..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fui muito porque me convenceram e não tanto por "estar na onda"! Fazia todo o sentido que lá estivesse, porque no fundo todos são meus amigos. Porque todos somos amigos (e fazemos parte da Companhia) de Jesus e todos sentimos que "é bom ser da equipa de Deus"! Só por este privilégio era óbvio que tinha de lá estar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O dia foi calmo. Como é sempre quando estamos com Ele. Cheio de Deus! Só por isto valeu a pena, ou diria antes, valeu a vida. Lembrei-me de ti e de tantos outros, como inevitavelmente o faço sempre que estou envolvida no Amor de Deus. Entendam-se lá estas coisas! A verdade é que com Ele tudo faz sentido... e ainda mais aquela pequenina conversa que tive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ao longe esta música...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you try your best but you don't succeed ? When you get what you want but not what you need? When you feel so tired but you can't sleep? Stuck in reverse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Amor pressupõe saber acolher... e entregar tudo o que vier nas mãos de Deus.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the tears come streaming down your face, when you lose something you can't replace, when you love someone but it goes to waste. Could it be worse?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lights will guide you home and ignite your bones. &lt;strong&gt;And I will try to fix you!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And high up above or down below. When you're too in love to let it go, but if you never try you'll never know just what you're worth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lights will guide you home and ignite your bones.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will try to fix you! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tears stream down your face, when you lose something you cannot replace!Tears stream down your face. And I... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tears stream down your face, I promise you I will learn from my mistakes! Tears stream down your face. And I...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lights will guide you home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And ignite your bones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I will try to fix you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Nota:&lt;/strong&gt; letra Coldplay - "Fix you" álbum &lt;em&gt;X&amp;amp;Y)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/6372834-113104180635417851?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/113104180635417851/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=113104180635417851' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/113104180635417851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/113104180635417851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/11/10-minutos.html' title='10 minutos..'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-113072275191962306</id><published>2005-10-31T01:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-31T22:11:09.440Z</updated><title type='text'>Vive o momento...</title><content type='html'>&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vitorazevedo.com/blogfiles/vodafone_Efemera_60s-1.wmv" width="320" height="240" type="video/x-ms-wmv" loop="false" autostart="false"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a" autostart="false" height="240" width="320" loop="true"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;A efémera tem uma esperança de vida de apenas um dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas será que isso a preocupa? Nem um bocadinho.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Porque ela preenche esse dia com as coisas que mais adora!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se calhar, nós que vivemos tantos anos temos algo a aprender com isto!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Pense um segundo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Se aproveitasse a vida como a efémera já imaginou como seria...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Viva o momento! Now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Campanha Vodafone - &lt;em&gt;Now&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6372834-113072275191962306?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/113072275191962306/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=113072275191962306' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/113072275191962306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/113072275191962306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/10/vive-o-momento_31.html' title='Vive o momento...'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-113064273689112494</id><published>2005-10-30T03:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-30T03:25:36.906Z</updated><title type='text'>que venham mais gargalhadas como esta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1847/334/1600/Imagem%20139(exp).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1847/334/400/Imagem%20139%28exp%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6372834-113064273689112494?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/113064273689112494/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=113064273689112494' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/113064273689112494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/113064273689112494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/10/que-venham-mais-gargalhadas-como-esta.html' title='que venham mais gargalhadas como esta...'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-113019404364792089</id><published>2005-10-24T23:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T23:47:23.650+01:00</updated><title type='text'>aguenta-te...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It isn't very difficult to see why you are the way you are. Doesn't take a genius to realise that sometimes life is hard. It's gonna take time. But you'll just have to wait! You're gonna be fine! But in the meantime...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come over here lady! Let me wipe your tears away. Come a little nearer baby coz you'll heal over, heal over, heal over someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna hear you tell yourself that these feelings are in the past. You know it doesn't mean they're off the shelf, because pain's built to last. Everybody sails alone, but we can travel side by side. Even if you fail, you know that no one really minds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't hold on but don't let go. I know it's so hard! You've got to try to trust yourself...&lt;br /&gt;I know it's so hard, so hard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Come over here lady! Let me wipe your tears away. Come a little nearer baby coz you'll heal over, heal over, heal over someday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(K.T. Tunstall - "Heal Over", álbum &lt;em&gt;eye to the telescope&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6372834-113019404364792089?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/113019404364792089/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=113019404364792089' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/113019404364792089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/113019404364792089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/10/aguenta-te_24.html' title='aguenta-te...'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-113011554532227266</id><published>2005-10-24T01:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T01:59:05.386+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...em que o sol entre sem medo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A casa ficava escondida. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rodeada por árvores altas e um muro que se perdia de vista. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O portão estava há muito fechado, quase ferrugento de tão pouco uso que lhe era dado. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quem diria! Em tempos aqueles jardins tinham conhecido diversão, como poucos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O sol entrava por todos os lados...mesmo sem ser convidado! Porque sabia que era sempre bem vindo. O tesouro que a casa guardava estava à vista de todos. E o rebuliço era constante...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Agora, uma grande tabuleta escondia a falta de tinta, que em tempos embelezava o portão, .... via-se a quilómetros de distância. "Cuidado com o cão"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Pedem-se tempos mais solarengos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;de grandes paredes envidraçadas onde o sol entre sem medo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Pede-se paciência_entrega_clareza!&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/6372834-113011554532227266?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/113011554532227266/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=113011554532227266' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/113011554532227266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/113011554532227266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/10/em-que-o-sol-entre-sem-medo.html' title='...em que o sol entre sem medo!'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-113001107881962401</id><published>2005-10-22T20:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T21:19:04.750+01:00</updated><title type='text'>obrigado!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1847/334/1600/postal23.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px" height="217" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1847/334/200/postal22.jpg" width="187" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1847/334/1600/postal16.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 61px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px" height="217" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1847/334/200/postal13.jpg" width="61" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A sua ajuda esteve em cada gesto,&lt;br /&gt;em cada dia,&lt;br /&gt;em cada sorriso conquistado.&lt;br /&gt;E só assim foi possível reciclar campos de férias &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;em S.Tomé e Príncipe.&lt;br /&gt;Fica a herança,&lt;br /&gt;fica o projecto fundado em rocha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;cada vez mais firme.&lt;br /&gt;Um grande obrigado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;A equipa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;MiSão Tomé&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Se quer saber mais sobre o projecto e o seu futuro, apareça para ver a nossa apresentação, na Assembleia Geral do CAMTIL, dia 17 de Dezembro.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6372834-113001107881962401?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/113001107881962401/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=113001107881962401' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/113001107881962401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/113001107881962401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/10/obrigado.html' title='obrigado!'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-112974349885163632</id><published>2005-10-19T18:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T18:38:18.856+01:00</updated><title type='text'>não vás por ai...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;ACONSELHO-ME O REGRESSO AO CADERNINHO...&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/6372834-112974349885163632?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/112974349885163632/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=112974349885163632' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/112974349885163632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/112974349885163632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/10/no-vs-por-ai.html' title='não vás por ai...'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-112968653520229158</id><published>2005-10-19T02:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T02:48:55.206+01:00</updated><title type='text'>um conselho....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Sit still and close your eyes! What’s behind the other door? Oh, no more silence. Don’t kill this thing we got called love, just searching for the perfect drug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;When love comes calling, don’t look back...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;(Télépopmusik - "Don't look back",  &lt;em&gt;álbum angel milk&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6372834-112968653520229158?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/112968653520229158/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=112968653520229158' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/112968653520229158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/112968653520229158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/10/um-conselho.html' title='um conselho....'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-112956198112114845</id><published>2005-10-17T15:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T01:34:11.770Z</updated><title type='text'>deixa de fugir...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Tudo está orientado. Dentro do possível! Tudo se torna mais fácil quando é claro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;A vida tem destas coisas, encontros e desencontros!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Gostava de ter podido gritar-te ao ouvido que não é a fugir das coisas que as encontramos. Pelo contrário, se fugirmos delas só aumentamos as hipóteses de as vir a perder!!! Gostava de na altura certa ter sido capaz de te confrontar com a verdade, de te ter feito pensar... Gostava...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Mas não é assim que as coisas são hoje em dia. Não passa por nós a descoberta do outro...e, sobretudo, quem sou eu para te dizer alguma coisa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Gostava de ter tido tempo (coragem e momento) para te dizer que dou MESMO valor às manifestações físicas de carinho (festinhas, abraços...os miminhos), e o quanto me sinto incapaz de lidar com elas quando sei que podem vir a provocar algo mais... que nem sempre, com as pessoas de quem mais gosto, sou capaz de escolher esse caminho! Dizer, também, que não sei como vou reagir quando estiver contigo, que tanto posso ser querida como distante, mas que, mais do que tudo, sei que com o tempo isto vai ao sítio!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Tudo está orientado, sem dúvida (e mais claro do que nunca!). Tenho a verdade, e a ela me posso (e devo) agarrar! Só tenho de saber orientar tudo para o sítio certo, e aprender a não me perder no mundo dos sentidos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Resta-me lidar com isto! Partir deste vazio , e torná-lo construtivo. E sobretudo não me deixar consumir pela insegurança que me é tão característica...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Procuro sempre as repostas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;MAS VOU REZAR, ANTES, POR BOAS DECISÕES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;We’re all searching&lt;/strong&gt;. T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ime’s unfolding, t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;rying to fill o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ur lives with meaning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Still we’re learning h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ow to breathe amongst t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;he pain and suffering. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When all we need i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;s peace of mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop running away&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Beliefs are changing, s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;till we’re paying p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ower holding back the people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All we need is peace of mind&lt;/strong&gt;!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(Télépopmusik - "Stop running away" &lt;em&gt;do álbum angel milk&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6372834-112956198112114845?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/112956198112114845/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=112956198112114845' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/112956198112114845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/112956198112114845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/10/deixa-de-fugir.html' title='deixa de fugir...'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-112917156422351433</id><published>2005-10-13T03:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T03:46:04.230+01:00</updated><title type='text'>o sonho comanda a vida..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1847/334/1600/009_91.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1847/334/320/009_91.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...dei por mim a entrar num avião, rumo ao outro lado do planeta, com um projecto nas mãos que tanto sonhei, mas do qual não sabia o que esperar... as palavras teimam em sair e que não são capazes de exprimir aquilo tudo que senti nestes últimos tempos! E que continuo a sentir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6372834-112917156422351433?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/112917156422351433/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=112917156422351433' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/112917156422351433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/112917156422351433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/10/o-sonho-comanda-vida_13.html' title='o sonho comanda a vida..'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-112917014562947333</id><published>2005-10-13T03:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T03:25:21.573+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Perdemo-nos no mundo dos sentidos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;O que é isto que sinto...!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Chegaste de mansinho, quase sem eu dar por isso, e convidaste-me a dançar. Deixei-me ir... afinal confiava que tudo estava controlado. Lá no fundo, sabia que me poderia perder. Mas na altura isso não era o mais importante! Afinal, depois de tanto tempo, certo seria que os meus pés calcassem os teus! A verdade é que a dança se fez muda...não falámos, simplesmente estivemos! Juntos! Que presença é esta que se faz sobretudo pelo estar...pelos sorrisos, pelos olhares...&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/6372834-112917014562947333?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/112917014562947333/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=112917014562947333' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/112917014562947333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/112917014562947333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/10/perdemo-nos-no-mundo-dos-sentidos_13.html' title='Perdemo-nos no mundo dos sentidos...'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-112848755846643867</id><published>2005-10-05T05:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T05:45:58.470+01:00</updated><title type='text'>uma descoberta recente...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everything's Not Lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;when i counted up my demons &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i saw there was one for every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt; but with the good ones on my shoulders &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i drove the other ones away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;so if you ever feel neglected &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;and if you think that all is lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i'll be counting up my demons, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;yeah hoping everything's not lost &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;and you thought that it was over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;you could feel it all around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;and everybody's out to get &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;you don't you let it drag you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;cause if you ever feel neglected &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;and if you think that all is lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt; i'll be counting up my demons, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;yeah hoping everything's not lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you ever feel neglected &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;if you think that all is lost &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i'll be counting up my demons &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;hoping everything's not lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and singing now oh oh yeah, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;oh oh yeah, oh oh yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;and everything's not lost &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;come on yeah, oh oh yeah, come on yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;and everything's not lost &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;oh oh yeah, oh oh yeah, oh oh yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;and everything's not lost come on yeah, oh oh yeah, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;come on yeah come on yeah, oh oh yeah, come on yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;everything's not lost sing out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt; yeah, oh oh yeah, come on yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;everything's not lost come on yeah, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;oh oh yeah, sing out yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;and everything's not lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life Is For Living&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;now i never meant to do you wrong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;that's what i came here to say and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt; if i was wrong then I'm sorry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;but don't let it stand in our way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;cause my head just aches when I think of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;the things that i shouldn't have done &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;but life is for living, we all know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;and i don't want to live it alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;sing ah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;sing ah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;and just sing ah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6372834-112848755846643867?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/112848755846643867/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=112848755846643867' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/112848755846643867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/112848755846643867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/10/uma-descoberta-recente.html' title='uma descoberta recente...'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-112842983236866998</id><published>2005-10-04T13:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T13:43:52.373+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ai a minha vida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;que vontade de escrever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;que raiva por não conseguir...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ganhar bocados de gente, sem perceber muito bem o que significam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aiiiiiiii!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6372834-112842983236866998?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/112842983236866998/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=112842983236866998' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/112842983236866998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/112842983236866998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/10/ai-minha-vida.html' title='ai a minha vida...'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-112749841642874560</id><published>2005-09-23T18:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T19:00:16.433+01:00</updated><title type='text'>e agora?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sonhei contigo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mas estavas desenhado a preto e branco!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;alguém me sabe dizer o que é que isto significa...!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6372834-112749841642874560?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/112749841642874560/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=112749841642874560' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/112749841642874560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/112749841642874560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/09/e-agora.html' title='e agora?'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-112645424955825445</id><published>2005-09-11T16:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T16:57:29.560+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mina Dêçu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1847/334/1600/P7160004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1847/334/400/P7160004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6372834-112645424955825445?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/112645424955825445/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=112645424955825445' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/112645424955825445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/112645424955825445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/09/mina-du.html' title='Mina Dêçu...'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-112645396799870409</id><published>2005-09-11T16:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T16:52:48.116+01:00</updated><title type='text'>UM TE SAUDAGE BO...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A noite passada foi comprida... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;as imagens não eram as mesmas, aos lugares faltava qualquer coisa... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a cabeça vagueava por fotografias em que já não estava! Mas onde chorava por estar....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O meu coração ficou em áfrica! e parece não querer voltar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;e agora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6372834-112645396799870409?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/112645396799870409/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=112645396799870409' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/112645396799870409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/112645396799870409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/09/um-te-saudage-bo.html' title='UM TE SAUDAGE BO...'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-112639588530064653</id><published>2005-09-11T00:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T00:44:45.306+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Estou cheia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;A TRANSBORDAR...&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/6372834-112639588530064653?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/112639588530064653/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=112639588530064653' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/112639588530064653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/112639588530064653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/09/estou-cheia.html' title='Estou cheia...'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-112312096085929797</id><published>2005-08-04T02:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T03:02:40.860+01:00</updated><title type='text'>5 semanas e estou de volta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Quem diria em outubro que estaria agora a caminho de S. Tomé....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;É verdade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;5 semanas e estou de volta..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;diferente.. de certeza!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Aqui voltarei para partilhar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;OBRIGADO CAMTIL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;faz como se tudo dependesse de ti, e confia como se tudo dependesse de Deus..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Com Ele vamos...só isso basta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6372834-112312096085929797?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/112312096085929797/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=112312096085929797' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/112312096085929797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/112312096085929797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/08/5-semanas-e-estou-de-volta.html' title='5 semanas e estou de volta...'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-112312059377452916</id><published>2005-08-04T02:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T02:56:33.780+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Contagem decrescente...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pois é.... daqui a dois dias estou a caminho de S. Tomé!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E não podia partir sem fazer uma referência especial...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vivi a preparação deste projecto com a ansiedade de um estágio desconhecido e, algum tempo depois, com a passagem, "fugaz" poderão dizer alguns, pela Sociedade Independente de Comunicação (SIC)! Acabei o estágio há dois dias e quando me vi sair pela última vez pela porta da SIC percebi que ia ter saudades...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;das pessoas que tornaram o meu 1º estágio tão especial...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Não podia partir sem lhes fazer referência...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Catarina, Liliana, Maria Ana, Cindy, Ana, Sónia, Susana, Filipa, Miriam, Joana, Rosa, Rita, Sofia, Isabel, Filipa, Vítor, Cota Maravilha, Miguel, Rodrigo, António, Nuno, Rui, António, Rui, Luís... ( e tantos outros)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Obrigado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;pelo exemplo de humanidade, verdade, sinceridade, entrega...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;pelo que deixaram em mim e que levo para S. Tomé...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;por Serem...com letra maiúscula...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Obrigado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6372834-112312059377452916?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/112312059377452916/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=112312059377452916' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/112312059377452916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/112312059377452916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/08/contagem-decrescente.html' title='Contagem decrescente...'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-112293611461732604</id><published>2005-08-01T23:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T23:46:19.600+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Há paragens e paragens...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;há quem deixe de escrever porque não sabe porque ou para que escreve...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;há quem já tenha passado essa fase (como eu!) e escreva, agora menos, mas com sentido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;E há também quem vá deixar de escrever por um bem maior...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;E já falta pouco tempo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;mas por enquanto ainda vou passando por aqui, por muito que não escreva...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Estou por aqui..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Por enquanto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6372834-112293611461732604?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/112293611461732604/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=112293611461732604' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/112293611461732604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/112293611461732604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/08/h-paragens-e-paragens.html' title='Há paragens e paragens...'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-112215886972051180</id><published>2005-07-23T23:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T16:49:11.846+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Just the way you are...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Don't go changing, to try and please me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; You never let me down before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Don't imagine you're too familiar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; And I don't see you anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I would not leave you in times of trouble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; We never could have come this far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; I took the good times, I'll take the bad times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; I'll take you just the way you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Don't go trying some new fashion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Don't change the color of your hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; You always have my unspoken passion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Although I might not seem to care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; I don't want clever conversation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; I never want to work that hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; I just want some someone that I can talk to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; I want you just the way you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; I need to know that you will always be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; The same old someone that I knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; What will it take till you believe in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; The way that I believe in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; I said I love you and that's forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; And this I promise from my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; I could not love you any better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; I love you just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Diana Krall)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6372834-112215886972051180?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/112215886972051180/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=112215886972051180' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/112215886972051180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/112215886972051180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/07/just-way-you-are.html' title='Just the way you are...'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-112208820525404160</id><published>2005-07-23T04:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T04:10:05.260+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tudo acaba bem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;...depois de te perder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;te encontro, com certeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;talvez num tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;da delizadeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;onde não diremos nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;nada aconteceu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;apenas seguirei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;como encantado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;ao lado teu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Chico Buarque)&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/6372834-112208820525404160?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/112208820525404160/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=112208820525404160' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/112208820525404160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/112208820525404160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/07/tudo-acaba-bem.html' title='Tudo acaba bem...'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-112208604613785573</id><published>2005-07-23T03:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T03:34:06.143+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Começa a saga...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;das madrugadas na sic notícias....&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/6372834-112208604613785573?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/112208604613785573/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=112208604613785573' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/112208604613785573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/112208604613785573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/07/comea-saga.html' title='Começa a saga...'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-112170172111117999</id><published>2005-07-18T16:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T16:48:41.120+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saiu para a rua...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Saiu decidida para a rua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Com a carteira castanha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; E o saia-casaco escuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Tantos anos tantas noites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Sem sequer uma loucura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Ele saiu sem dizer nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Talvez fosse ao teatro chino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Vai regressar de madrugada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; E acordá-la cheio de vinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Tantos anos tantas noites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Sem nunca sentir a paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Foram já as bodas de prata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Comemoradas em solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Pôs um pouco de baton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; E um leve toque de pintura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Tirou do cabelo o travessão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; E devolveu ao rosto a candura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Saiu para a rua insegura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Vageou sem direcção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Sorriu a um homem com tremura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; E sentiu escorrer do coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; A humidade quente da loucura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;(Rui Veloso)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6372834-112170172111117999?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/112170172111117999/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=112170172111117999' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/112170172111117999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/112170172111117999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/07/saiu-para-rua.html' title='Saiu para a rua...'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-112163102473293994</id><published>2005-07-17T21:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T21:10:24.733+01:00</updated><title type='text'>é mais feliz vencer distâncias...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Unir o que está separado, lançar pontes, estabelecer laços. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;É um bom programa, um desafio para hoje. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Somos convidados a aproximar-nos, a desfazer nós e a deitar muros abaixo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;É mais fácil levantar barreiras. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;É mais feliz vencer distâncias!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;P. Vasco Pinto Magalhães sj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;(in "Não há soluções, há caminhos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&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/6372834-112163102473293994?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/112163102473293994/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=112163102473293994' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/112163102473293994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/112163102473293994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/07/mais-feliz-vencer-distncias.html' title='é mais feliz vencer distâncias...'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-112088331424829732</id><published>2005-07-11T05:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T04:47:57.440+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ainda não percebeste....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SE ARRISCARES, ARRISCA TUDO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1847/334/1600/SeSonhares5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 78px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1847/334/200/SeSonhares5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Era uma vez...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Quando penso nesta frase lembro-me, invariavelmente, das histórias de encantar. Gostava de fazer de nós uma história de encantar! Daquelas que apaixonam. Fascinas-me! Daquelas que têm um final feliz....mas fazê-la real! Tenho pensado nisto ultimamente...será &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;que tens noção?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1847/334/1600/SeFores8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1847/334/200/SeFores8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Mas depois...não sei o que se passa desse la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;do. Como é que te encantas. Por que é que te fascinas... Tenho muito respeito pela linguagem gestual, mas às vezes tudo seria muito mais fácil se &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;ela falasse! Que respostas me daria?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1847/334/1600/SeVenceres8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1847/334/200/SeVenceres8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Se tivesse coragem desafiava-te...&lt;br /&gt;Alinhavas?&lt;br /&gt;Será que as histórias de encantar começam assim?&lt;br /&gt;Como é que as coisas acontecem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll be the one looking up at the sun with a picture of you in my hand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6372834-112088331424829732?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/112088331424829732/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=112088331424829732' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/112088331424829732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/112088331424829732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/07/ainda-no-percebeste.html' title='Ainda não percebeste....'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-112031195284494236</id><published>2005-07-02T14:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T14:45:52.850+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E hoje...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Sinto-me pequenina...&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/6372834-112031195284494236?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/112031195284494236/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=112031195284494236' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/112031195284494236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/112031195284494236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/07/e-hoje.html' title='E hoje...'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-112018225416024660</id><published>2005-07-01T02:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T02:59:35.796+01:00</updated><title type='text'>in my country...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1847/334/1600/juliette_binoche16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1847/334/400/juliette_binoche12.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;"In my country" ( Um amor em África) partilha o lado mais profundo do sofrimento e revela o poder redentor do perdão e do amor. Em 1996 o governo sul-africano criou a Comissão para a Verdade e Reconciliação para investigar os crimes contra os direitos humanos, perpetuados durante o regime do Apartheid. Partindo do princípio de Ubuntu, a comissão foi responsável por estabelecer várias audiências por todo o país para ajudar a curar as feridas causadas pelo Apartheid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De vez em quando,&lt;br /&gt;em determinada parte do mundo,&lt;br /&gt;ocorre um milagre&lt;br /&gt;e o espírito humano triunfa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;UBUNTU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;é uma filosofia de humanismo, que enfatiza a&lt;br /&gt;ligação entre&lt;br /&gt;e o individual e o colectivo.&lt;br /&gt;O que magoa um ser humano, faz sofrer&lt;br /&gt;todos os outros e as acções de um&lt;br /&gt;vão ter impacto em toda a humanidade.&lt;br /&gt;Procura unir toda a gente através da&lt;br /&gt;compreensão do que nos faz iguais, em vez de&lt;br /&gt;do que nos torna diferentes e luta&lt;br /&gt;pela harmonia através do perdão, em vez&lt;br /&gt;da necessidade de retribuição.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Fica a lição de humildade e capacidade de perdoar, daquelas que o mundo raramente tem visto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6372834-112018225416024660?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/112018225416024660/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=112018225416024660' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/112018225416024660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/112018225416024660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/07/in-my-country_01.html' title='in my country...'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-112006668356431626</id><published>2005-06-29T18:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T18:38:03.570+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabe bem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;uma descoberta do optimus open air...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe bem ter-te por perto&lt;br /&gt;Sabe bem tudo tão certo&lt;br /&gt;Sabe bem quando te espero&lt;br /&gt;Sabe bem beber quem quero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Donna Maria - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/letra/d/donna-maria/quase-perfeito.html"&gt;Quase perfeito&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://oblogdorapaz.no.sapo.pt/Donna%20Maria%20-%20Quase%20perfeito.mp3"&gt;Ouçam-na!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&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/6372834-112006668356431626?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/112006668356431626/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=112006668356431626' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/112006668356431626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/112006668356431626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/06/sabe-bem.html' title='Sabe bem...'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-111990920982605177</id><published>2005-06-27T22:50:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T20:52:56.580+01:00</updated><title type='text'>amei...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Look for me right when the lights go down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My own little natural high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I should be floating on top of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but i just keep wondering why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel more alone on this wonderful crowd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that i ever do on my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i know that this is a place i belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but i'd rather be coming back home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;uhhhhh i want you to know i'm ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i just need to know that you're waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;you're waiting for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Someone keeps saying i could be a star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm never quite shure what that means&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it sounds like there's something i'm missing right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm not who they think i could be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;all that i'm missing is you my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;come find me whenever you can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'll be the one looking up at the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;with a picture of you in my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;uhhhhh i want you to know i'm ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i just need to know that you're waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you're waiting for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;uhhhhhhh uh uhhhhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;uhhhhhhh uh uhhhhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;uhhhhhhhh i want you to know i'm okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i just need to know you're waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you're waiting for me uh uh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sarah Bettens - I'm okay)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &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/6372834-111990920982605177?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/111990920982605177/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=111990920982605177' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/111990920982605177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/111990920982605177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/06/amei.html' title='amei...!'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-111953458957341352</id><published>2005-06-23T14:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T00:23:37.450+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Optimus Open air...e as canjas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Sofro, grito, choro e canto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Com ela eu sou mais eu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;eu sou mais eu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;(Zé Ricardo)&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/6372834-111953458957341352?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/111953458957341352/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=111953458957341352' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/111953458957341352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/111953458957341352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/06/o-optimus-open-aire-as-canjas.html' title='O Optimus Open air...e as canjas!'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-111940210806060863</id><published>2005-06-22T01:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T02:05:24.123+01:00</updated><title type='text'>que Ele me espera ansiosamente...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Os projectos que quero realizar nos dois próximos anos são, provavelmente, muito mais do que aquilo que poderei vir a ganhar algum dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;IR A SÃO TOMÉ! é uma vontade que nasceu cá dentro, é uma certeza de que vou levar e vou trazer, vou crescer e plantar. Vou edificar...em nome do camtil, abençoada pelo Pai e acompanhada pelo Espírito Santo. A vontade de construir faz parte de mim, construir pontes, criar laços, levar o Amor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Levar o que eu sou, levar o que quero ser...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;deixar-Te mostrar-me o quão grande eu posso Ser!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O meu futuro não passa, no presente, pelo jornalismo (ainda que eu saiba que esta é uma profissão que me preenche e realiza!). Passa por ser para os outros, passa por viver, passa por experimentar....passa por Sonhar!(Deus quer, o Homem sonha, a Obra nasce!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O sonho comanda a vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Imagino-me na VOLTA AO MUNDO, imagino-me acompanhada, imagino-me só...não consigo imaginar o meu regresso: o que vou ser, o que vou sentir, o que vou querer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas de uma coisa tenho a certeza!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vou partir livre e chegar livre, vou partir com tudo o que sou, para entregar tudo o que tenho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Para voltar cheia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quando partires em direcção a Ítaca,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;que a tua jornada seja longa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;repleta de aventuras, plena de conhecimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Espero que a tua estrada seja longa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que sejam muitas as manhãs de verão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;que o prazer de ver os primeiros portos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;traga uma alegria nunca vista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nunca percas Ítaca de vista,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;pois chegar lá é o teu destino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas não apresses os teus passos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;é melhor que a jornada seja longa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e o teu barco só ancore na ilha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;quando já tiveres enriquecido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;com o que conheceste no caminho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não esperes que Ítaca te dê mais riquezas;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ítaca já te deu uma bela viagem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sem Ítaca jamais terias partido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ela já te deu tudo, e nada mais te pode dar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Se no final achares que Ítaca é pobre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;não penses que ela te enganou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Porque te tornaste um sábio, viveste uma vida intensa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;e este é o significado de Ítaca!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6372834-111940210806060863?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/111940210806060863/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=111940210806060863' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/111940210806060863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/111940210806060863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/06/que-ele-me-espera-ansiosamente.html' title='que Ele me espera ansiosamente...'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-111931985836742859</id><published>2005-06-21T03:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T03:13:21.506+01:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;I want you to know i'm okay&lt;br /&gt;I just need to know that you're waiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6372834-111931985836742859?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/111931985836742859/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=111931985836742859' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/111931985836742859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/111931985836742859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-111874048381441670</id><published>2005-06-14T10:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T13:01:24.430+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eugénio de Andrade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;" Não me esqueci de nada, mãe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Guardo a tua voz dentro de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;E deixo-te as rosas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Boa noite. Eu vou com as aves!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Perdeu-se uma referência da literatura portuguesa...&lt;br /&gt;Perdeu-se um Poeta...que na sua simplicidade se fazia destacar..&lt;br /&gt;Para mim é, talvez, mais que isso...&lt;br /&gt;Lembra-me o meu 12º ano, lembra-me o Português A de que tanto gostei, e traz consigo a lembrança desse professor que despertou em mim o gosto pela leitura, pela escrita...que nos apaixonava com a sua arrebatada paixão pela língua portuguesa! Obrigado! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lembra-me o exame de entrada na faculdade, onde se esperava que da simplicidade de Eugénio extraíssemos muito mais. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lembra-me a possibilidade de começar a sonhar em fazer o curso que queria, na faculdade que tinha escolhido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Nunca conheci Eugénio de Andrade, a não ser pela sua poesia, mas a verdade é que o admiro imenso! Na simplicidade pintava a beleza, na natureza fazia perceber encantamento... e sempre que o lia transparecia-me paz! E o mais incrível de tudo, encontrar o muito no pouco...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hoje em dia a simplicidade está em vias de extinção. Já não interessa o que se diz, mas a maneira como se diz; não interessa sentir o que nos é dito, mas compreender até ao ínfimo pormenor porque é dito e qual o objectivo. As pessoas não dizem o que sentem, mas preferem esconder-se atrás de imagens que mostram o que elas não são...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Talvez seja por isso que admiro Eugénio de Andrade, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;porque me conseguiu ensinar a ser simples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ou pelo menos a querer...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&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/6372834-111874048381441670?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/111874048381441670/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=111874048381441670' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/111874048381441670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/111874048381441670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/06/eugnio-de-andrade.html' title='Eugénio de Andrade...'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-111757237564636610</id><published>2005-05-31T21:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T21:49:08.236+01:00</updated><title type='text'>pelo jornalismo ou por meio do jornalismo...???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Se me perguntarem porque escolhi este futuro a resposta afigura-se deveras fácil...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não me vejo presa, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;não me vejo rotineira, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;não me vejo sedentária...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;PELO CONTRÁRIO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;imagino-me mutável, imagino-me livre, imagino-me de qualquer lugar ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Este mundo que escolhi faz-me sentir preenchida; algo que eu não sei se vou poder/querer fazer para o resto da vida mas a que posso sempre voltar porque não tenho dúvida que me fará feliz! Sinto-me pelo jornalismo, pela novidade, pelo exclusivo, pela incerteza do que poderá vir depois...sinto-me pela emoção, pela "pica", pelo stress e pela exigência de verdade...&lt;br /&gt;Não sonho aparecer, mas fazer...&lt;br /&gt;Não sonho ser reconhecida, mas reconhecer...&lt;br /&gt;Não sonho  alcançar, mas crescer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não sonho destruir, mas edificar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Começo com vontade de mudar o mundo, e de me sentir acompanhada nesta vontade! O mundo do jornalismo é um "mundo de cão", quando deveria ser exactamente o contrário! Impera o ser por meio do jornalismo, onde o que conta é aparecer, ser reconhecido, pisar para poder chegar mais alto! Desaparece a ombridade que caracteriza a juventude, para dar lugar à individualidade de eu querer ser o melhor. Já não queremos construir juntos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sinto-me como um peixe fora de água...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aos que trabalham gostava de perguntar...&lt;br /&gt;Perguntar simplesmente se são pelo jornalismo ou se por meio do jornalismo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;"It was just another night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt; With the sun set&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt; And the moon rise not so far behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt; To give us just enough light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt; To lay down underneath the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt; Listen to all the translations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt; Of the stories across the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt; We drew our own constellations"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Jack Johnson - Constellations)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6372834-111757237564636610?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/111757237564636610/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=111757237564636610' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/111757237564636610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/111757237564636610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/05/pelo-jornalismo-ou-por-meio-do.html' title='pelo jornalismo ou por meio do jornalismo...???'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-111750886009057473</id><published>2005-05-31T04:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T04:11:23.766+01:00</updated><title type='text'>No other way...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;When your mind is a mess so is mine I can’t sleep&lt;br /&gt;Because it hurts when I think when my thoughts aren’t at peace&lt;br /&gt;With the plans that we make and the chances we take&lt;br /&gt;They’re not yours they’re not mine&lt;br /&gt;There are waves that can break&lt;br /&gt;All the words that we said and the words that we mean&lt;br /&gt;And the words can fall short, can’t see the unseen&lt;br /&gt;Because the world is awake so for somebody’s sake&lt;br /&gt;Now please close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Woman, please get some sleep&lt;br /&gt;Sleep and know that if I knew all of the answers&lt;br /&gt;I would not hold them from you&lt;br /&gt;Know all of the things that I know&lt;br /&gt;Because we told each other there is no other way&lt;br /&gt;Too much silence can be misleading&lt;br /&gt;You’re drifting I can hear it in the way that you’re breathing&lt;br /&gt;We don’t really need to find reason&lt;br /&gt;Because out the same door that it came well it’s leaving&lt;br /&gt;It’s leaving&lt;br /&gt;Leaving like a day that’s done and part of a season&lt;br /&gt;Resolve is just a concept that’s as dead as the leaves&lt;br /&gt;But at least we could sleep, it’s all that we need&lt;br /&gt;When we wake we would find, our minds would be free&lt;br /&gt;To go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Sleep and know that if I knew all of the answers&lt;br /&gt;I would not hold them from you&lt;br /&gt;Know all of the things that I know&lt;br /&gt;Because we told each other there is no other way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Odeio estes dias em que o sono insiste em não vir! Dias destes foram a minha companhia durante muito tempo....&lt;br /&gt;demasiado tempo!&lt;br /&gt;E por isso mesmo...porque ele, mais uma vez, insiste em não vir... vou contrariá-lo!!! Vou provocá-lo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;e por isso mesmo aqui fica um cheirinho desta linda música...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mfile.akamai.com/12832/wm2/muze.download.akamai.com/2890/us/uswm2/477/546477_1_05.asx?obj=v50307"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;no other way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;...há quem diga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6372834-111750886009057473?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/111750886009057473/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=111750886009057473' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/111750886009057473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/111750886009057473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/05/no-other-way_31.html' title='No other way...'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-111523735166481427</id><published>2005-05-04T21:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T21:09:11.786+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Oração do momento... (e de muitos mais!!!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Que Deus me dê coragem para mudar o que pode ser mudado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Que Deus me dê força para aceitar o que deve ser aceitado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;E sabedoria para saber distinguir os dois momentos...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6372834-111523735166481427?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/111523735166481427/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=111523735166481427' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/111523735166481427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/111523735166481427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/05/orao-do-momento-e-de-muitos-mais.html' title='Oração do momento... (e de muitos mais!!!)'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-111427457319995014</id><published>2005-04-23T17:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T17:42:53.206+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E se me cantassem isto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Escrevo só eu sei , onde tu estiveres eu estou bem. Tudo começa sempre quando não se está à espera de mais ninguém, um primeiro olhar, pronto para começar o segundo e o terceiro. Rezo para que desta vez seja tudo verdadeiro! Lanço a palavra no papel, a resposta sabe-me a mel, a mais sincera de todas as artes fica sempre no pincel. Depois disso vamos trocando apenas as imagens, e só ao fim de muito tempo começamos com mensagens. Ficamos os dois várias vezes a conversar, olhar atrás de olhar, mas o primeiro passo fica sempre por dar. Será que existe a tal connection? Mesmo não estando nada à vista, a única coisa de que estou certo é de seres a minha soul sister. Talvez seja por ambos não gostarmos de coisas muito fáceis, mas se for para dar certo, os meus tempos não são frágeis. Vou-me sentar a esperar, porque o que eu sinto só eu sei. Vou sonhar e viajar para acordar com esse alguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero ver-te outra vez, quero ter-te outra vez&lt;br /&gt;Eu não peço de mais, à tua espera&lt;br /&gt;(espero por ti)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Às vezes penso que poderia ser tudo bem mais fácil, porque cada minuto sem ti um homem sente-se mais frágil. Isto deveria ser uma canção de amor, mas é um simples desabafo. Por isso baby, ah, sigo com mais um bafo. Só eu sei quantas vezes fiz tudo para te ver, só eu sei quantas vezes não consegui adormecer. Só eu sei quantas vezes tentei respirar o ar que respiras, sentir o que tu sentes, viver as duas vidas. But i’m feeling good, espero que sintas o mesmo neste momento, a vida são dois dias e ninguém pára o nosso tempo. O teu sorriso passa tudo o que já eu tenha visto e é por isso que eu persisto (and i will go), eu insisto. Dá-me mais, quero mais, sempre mais, quero conhecer os teus ideais, compreender para onde vais a seguir. Mas por agora o melhor talvez seja eu estar bem sozinho.&lt;br /&gt;P.s. fica a dica, baby, eu sigo o meu caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero ver-te outra vez, quero ter-te outra vez&lt;br /&gt;Eu não peço de mais, à tua espera&lt;br /&gt;(espero por ti)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Então Max, amigo,  o que é que se passa contigo? Vejo-te diferente, vejo o centro do teu mundo mesmo à minha frente. Não sei se sou a pessoa mais indicada para te poder aconselhar, respeita o que eu opino, até te posso ajudar! Por vezes na vida temos estes momentos, que levanta o nosso ego, que nos dá inspiração. Em tudo o que fazemos pensamos com o coração, idealizamos frequências no nosso meio comum, nos pequenos pormenores investigamos um a um. Isto podia ser a minha terceira parte, mas é a tua, por isso vai com calma e não te esqueças. O que é teu é teu, e será não queiras que a hora chegue já. Seja quando for, seja quando tiver que ser, seja o que seja, de passo a passo, há-de acontecer. E aí chega a tua vez!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero ver-te outra vez, quero ter-te outra vez&lt;br /&gt;Eu não peço de mais, à tua espera&lt;br /&gt;(espero por ti)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Expensive Soul - &lt;em&gt;Quero ver.te outra vez)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6372834-111427457319995014?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/111427457319995014/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=111427457319995014' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/111427457319995014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/111427457319995014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/04/e-se-me-cantassem-isto_23.html' title='E se me cantassem isto...'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-111358200844952065</id><published>2005-04-15T17:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T22:48:46.583+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Que sensação de liberdade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Once my lover, now my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;What a cruel thing to pretend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;What a cunning way to condescend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Once my lover, and now my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Oh, you creep up like the clouds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;and you set my soul at ease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Then you let your love abound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;and you bring me to my knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Oh, it's evil, babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;the way you let your grace&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;enrapture me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;when well you know I'd be insane &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;to ever let that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;dirty game recapture me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;You made me a shadowboxer, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;I wanna be ready for what you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'ve been swinging all around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;cause I don't know when you're gonna make your move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Oh, your gaze is dangerous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;and you fill your space so sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;If I let you get too close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;you'll set your spell on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;So darlin' I just wanna say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;just in case &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;I don't come through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;I was on to every play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;I just wanted you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;But oh, it's so evil, my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;the way you've no&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;reverence to my concern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;So I'll be sure to stay wary of you, love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;to save the pain of once my flame and twice my burn!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Fiona Apple - Shadowboxer)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6372834-111358200844952065?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/111358200844952065/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=111358200844952065' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/111358200844952065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/111358200844952065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/04/que-sensao-de-liberdade.html' title='Que sensação de liberdade...'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-111231329195882542</id><published>2005-04-01T00:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T00:54:51.960+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Falam, falam, falam...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Estava confusa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;mas também escusavas de ter sido tão directa!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6372834-111231329195882542?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/111231329195882542/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=111231329195882542' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/111231329195882542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/111231329195882542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/04/falam-falam-falam.html' title='Falam, falam, falam...'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-111220600222981777</id><published>2005-03-30T19:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T19:09:27.643+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E agora?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Deixaste-me completamente confusa...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Mas gostei muito da sinceridade..&lt;br /&gt;gostei muito da verdade...&lt;br /&gt;vamos ver no que dá!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Como gostava de estar aqui...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sonho... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/2943/640/200170440-0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/2943/320/200170440-0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6372834-111220600222981777?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/111220600222981777/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=111220600222981777' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/111220600222981777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/111220600222981777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/03/e-agora.html' title='E agora?'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-111205705801494117</id><published>2005-03-29T01:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T01:49:44.770+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fénix renascida (das cinzas)...não é esta a altura???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;"Deus quer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que bela frase para começar um texto...! Mesmo quando tudo parece escuro e assustador é reconfortante pensar que Ele está sempre ao nosso lado...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por mais caminhos que percorramos, por mais que pensemos no porquê das coisas...e muitas vezes não consigamos encontrar respostas... se olharmos com atenção é-nos dada, a cada momento da nossa vida, a hipótese de experienciar sentimentos, verdades, tristezas... que, se calhar, só mais tarde percebemos realmente "para quê"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;o homem sonha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Há que seguir o coração...há que amar incondicionalmente... há que sentir as coisas! Há que não ter medo de escancar a porta quando for preciso...porque se todos temos uma porta... ela deve ser aberta sempre que sentirmos que vale a pena! Porque há coisas que valem mesmo a pena... A nossa casa deve ser partilhada, porque tudo aquilo que conseguimos criar e fazer crescer dentro de nós é a nossa pessoa, a nossa verdade... E não há coisa mais bonita que a verdade...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;A obra...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Uma das coisas mais bonitas que há no mundo é a coragem! Coragem para sonhar, para amar...para arriscar em tudo aquilo que acreditamos que realmente nos faz felizes! O medo é inimigo da coragem e muitas vezes abala-a e sufoca-a...Mas não podemos deixar dominar-nos por ele! Parto agora com forças renovadas para descobrir no mundo o que me faz realmente feliz, de mãos dadas com o medo, mas confiante de que a coragem de ser cada vez melhor vai vencer... Parto agora com a certeza de que cada momento difícil me ajuda a crescer...me ajuda a sentir e a conhecer-me cada vez melhor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;NASCE...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Parto agora confiante de que o mundo lá fora me sorri... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6372834-111205705801494117?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/111205705801494117/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=111205705801494117' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/111205705801494117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/111205705801494117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/03/fnix-renascida-das-cinzasno-esta.html' title='Fénix renascida (das cinzas)...não é esta a altura???'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-111169641512807449</id><published>2005-03-24T20:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-24T20:33:35.130Z</updated><title type='text'>Voltei...por momentos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Respiro fundo&lt;/span&gt;...e lembro-me da força que guardo dentro do meu corpo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Espero (sinceramente!) que ela ouça...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;Tinhas o mundo inteiro...!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6372834-111169641512807449?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/111169641512807449/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=111169641512807449' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/111169641512807449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/111169641512807449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/03/volteipor-momentos.html' title='Voltei...por momentos!'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-110696672758981737</id><published>2005-01-27T02:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-29T02:46:59.906Z</updated><title type='text'>Closer (ainda que longe...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Where is this love? I can't see it, i can't touch it, i can't feel it. I can hear it. I can hear some words, but i can't do anything with your easy words...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;"Com o coração enternecido e lágrimas nos olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Lembrar-te-ei sempre, ainda que longe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Robert Burns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É mesmo verdade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Foi bom ter percebido isto...ontem...&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/6372834-110696672758981737?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/110696672758981737/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=110696672758981737' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/110696672758981737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/110696672758981737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/01/closer-ainda-que-longe_27.html' title='Closer (ainda que longe...)'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-110669912286228862</id><published>2005-01-26T01:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-26T00:25:22.863Z</updated><title type='text'>As pessoas guardam a memória...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Fazer por esquecer uma pessoa que faça parte de nós é como contar carneiros para adormecer: torna-nos mais despertos para ela e incomoda em vez de sossegar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A melhor forma de se ficar preso a um pensamento é fugir dele. Sendo assim, esquece-se mais facilmente um namorado sempre que é relembrado e essas memórias nos balizam a expectativa e a exigência que iremos colocar noutras relações.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As pessoas guardam-nos a memória. São como um semáforo que se acende sempre que alguém que conhecemos mal se aproxima de uma memória que guardamos. Todos nós fazemos, intuitivamente, isso, quando exigimos a alguém que entra de novo na nossa vida que repare todas as feridas que outra pessoa, antes de si, nos provocou.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A melhor forma de esquecer um namorado é fazer por recordá-lo; muitas vezes!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;(Eduardo Sá)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Houve um tempo em que isto fez imenso sentido para mim. E continua! Desiludam-se os que acham que para esquecer basta querer. A verdade é que sou forçada a concordar com este autor. Ou psicólogo, o que lhe queiram chamar! Relembrar é integrar, é ultrapassar, é aprender a viver com...porque a lembrança! Essa ninguém a tira! Além disso, se calhar o mais importante nem é o esquecer...mas saber deixar o coração ficar "a bater sozinho, se a liberdade do outro o pedir"! (Pde Vasco Pinto Magalhães). Até porque o futuro...esse ninguém conhece...&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/6372834-110669912286228862?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/110669912286228862/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=110669912286228862' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/110669912286228862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/110669912286228862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/01/as-pessoas-guardam-memria.html' title='As pessoas guardam a memória...'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-110598150679595946</id><published>2005-01-17T16:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-19T19:32:09.693Z</updated><title type='text'>De ti... De nós...(fica a dúvida!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sinto saudades...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6372834-110598150679595946?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/110598150679595946/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=110598150679595946' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/110598150679595946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/110598150679595946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/01/de-ti-de-nsfica-dvida.html' title='De ti... De nós...(fica a dúvida!)'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-110589186929402677</id><published>2005-01-16T15:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-16T16:11:09.293Z</updated><title type='text'>A sweaty-toothed madman...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;" I close my eyes an this image floats beside me. A sweaty-toothed madman with a stare that pounds my brain. His hand reach out and choke me. And, and all the time he is mumbling: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;Truth, truth is like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold. You push it, strecht it, it'll never be enough. You kick at it, beat it, it'll never cover any of us. From the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying, it will just cover your face as you wail, and cry, and scream".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;(Dead Poet's society)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;A verdade é uma coisa que me fascina!!! E se me deixar invadir por estas palavras diria que o seu futuro não se afigura, de todo, promissor. Deixo um desafio...vamos ter coragem de partilhar a verdade que somos, que nos completa, que nos preenche...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Vamos???&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/6372834-110589186929402677?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/110589186929402677/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=110589186929402677' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/110589186929402677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/110589186929402677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/01/sweaty-toothed-madman.html' title='A sweaty-toothed madman...'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-110553340793353076</id><published>2005-01-12T13:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-12T12:36:47.933Z</updated><title type='text'>Oceano...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Assim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que o dia amanheceu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lá no mar alto da paixão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dava pra ver o tempo ruir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cadê você? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que solidão!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esquecera de mim&lt;br /&gt;Enfim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;De tudo que há na terra&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não há nada em lugar nenhum&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que vá crescer sem voce chegar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Longe de ti tudo parou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ninguém sabe o que eu sofri&lt;br /&gt;Amar é um deserto &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E seus temores&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vida que vai na sela &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dessas dores&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não sabe voltar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me dá teu calor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vem me fazer feliz &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque eu te amo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você deságua em mim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E eu oceano&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esqueço que amar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;É quase uma dor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Só sei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Viver&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se for&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por você&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Quanto mais descubro mais me apaixono...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;é preciso descobrir!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Queres? (comigo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6372834-110553340793353076?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/110553340793353076/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=110553340793353076' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/110553340793353076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/110553340793353076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/01/oceano.html' title='Oceano...'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-110553150892348320</id><published>2005-01-12T13:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-12T12:30:10.733Z</updated><title type='text'>_perguntas tu_respondo eu...</title><content type='html'>Há tempos alguém me perguntava:&lt;br /&gt;"além das paragens cardiacas também há paragens de blog?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penso nisso.&lt;br /&gt;Penso nisso e percebo que. A incapacidade de escrever pesa-me, e mostra-me que realmente pode haver algumas paragens de blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas...e porque isto começa de novo a burbulhar... o meu primeiro post do ano...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;FINDING NEVERLAND! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/2943/640/neverland-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/2943/320/neverland-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;You can visite neverland any time you like! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;How? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Just believe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;"I saw the film as a story about the power of a man's creativity to take people to another world, and about the deep human need for illusions, dreams and beliefs that inspire us even in the face of tragedy. For me, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;it is about the transformative power of imagination - being able to transform yourself into something greater than you are, even if nobody believes in you&lt;/span&gt;." (Marc Forster)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;(trailer: &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/miramax/finding_neverland/"&gt;http://www.apple.com/trailers/miramax/finding_neverland/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6372834-110553150892348320?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/110553150892348320/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=110553150892348320' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/110553150892348320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/110553150892348320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2005/01/perguntas-turespondo-eu_12.html' title='_perguntas tu_respondo eu...'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-110421077973846848</id><published>2004-12-28T05:06:00.002Z</published><updated>2004-12-28T05:17:25.970Z</updated><title type='text'>A Verdade que tanto procuras...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Coloca a tua vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;num prato de balança - a tua vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;inteira, não hesites:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;cada sonho da infância;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;cada desejo ou angústia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;desse longo e tão mudo purgatório&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a que chamaste adolescência;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;cada ambição funesta ou virtuosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;que já realizaste ou se perdeu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;desde o dia em que alguém te considerou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;um adulto sereno, responsável;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e todos os prazeres, todas as alegrias,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;todos os medos, todas as esperanças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;onde quiseste ver reflectida a beleza do mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do outro lado põe apenas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;o rosto de quem amas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;os olhos, o sorriso, o tom da voz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nada mais do que isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Depois não tenhas medo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;destrava num só gesto essa balança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e vê o resultado."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fernando Pinto do Amaral&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6372834-110421077973846848?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/110421077973846848/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=110421077973846848' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/110421077973846848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/110421077973846848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2004/12/verdade-que-tanto-procuras.html' title='A Verdade que tanto procuras...'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-110375083619219817</id><published>2004-12-22T21:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-22T21:29:25.033Z</updated><title type='text'>E agora pergunto eu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Imagina que estavas algures no limiar da criação desta aventura quando tudo foi criado há muotos biliões de anos e tinhas a possibilidade de escolher se querias viver neste planeta. Sabias que viverias poucos anos, mas desconhecias quando e quanto tempo existirias. Se escolhesses vir ao mundo, «chegado o momento oportuno», terias de desligar-te desse mesmo mundo e deixar tudo para atrás de ti. Isso poderia causar-te muita dor, já que muitas pessoas acham que a vida é uma aventura tão maravilhosa que ficam com lágrimas nos olhos só de pensar que um dia ela vai acabar. Tudo aqui pode ser tão bom, que dói muito pensar que, um dia, outros dias não aparecerão. Que farias tu se um poder superior nos permitisse escolher? Imaginemos uma fada cósmica na imensa e misteriosa aventura. Terias escolhido viver na terra, fosse por pouco ou por muito tempo, daí a cem mil ou cem milhões de anos? Ou terias recusado participar neste jogo por não aceitares as regras?&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/6372834-110375083619219817?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/110375083619219817/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=110375083619219817' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/110375083619219817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/110375083619219817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2004/12/e-agora-pergunto-eu.html' title='E agora pergunto eu...'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-110351019131393265</id><published>2004-12-20T02:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-20T02:36:31.313Z</updated><title type='text'>So why don't we go somewhere only we know?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I walked across an empty land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i knew the pathway like the back of my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i felt the earth beneath my feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sat by the river an it made me complete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;oh simple thing where have you gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm getting old and i need something to rely on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so tell me when you're gonna let me in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm getting tired and i need somewhere to begin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i came across a fallen tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i felt the branches of it looking at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;is this the place we used to love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;is this the place that i've been dreaming of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;oh simple thing where have you gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm getting old and i need something to rely on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so tell me when you're gonna let me in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm getting tired and i need somewhere to begin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and if you have a minute why don't we go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;talk about it somewhere only we know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this could be the end of everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so why don't we go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;somewhere only we know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;oh simple thing where have you gone&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting old and i need something to rely on&lt;br /&gt;so tell me when you're gonna let me in&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting tired and i need somewhere to begin&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;So if you have a minute why don't we go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;talk about it somewhere only we know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;this could be the end of everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;so why don't we go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;so why don't we go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;this could be the end of everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;so why don't we go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;somewhere only we know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6372834-110351019131393265?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/110351019131393265/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=110351019131393265' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/110351019131393265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/110351019131393265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2004/12/so-why-dont-we-go-somewhere-only-we.html' title='So why don&apos;t we go somewhere only we know?'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-110342159958820229</id><published>2004-12-19T01:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-19T01:59:59.586Z</updated><title type='text'>Eu fui lume e tu foste lenha...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Imaginei-nos nós, eu, tu, nós...eu em mim, tu em ti, perdidos!! Esse dia estava bonito, como se se tivesse vestido de propósito para nós. O andar fazia-se pelos sentidos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Os homens deviam vir com manual de instruções, que nos desvendasse as suas misteriosas paisagens particulares...os seus medos e fantasias escamoteados! Pelo menos, que nos ensinasse a chegar até eles;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Lugar secreto onde ficássemos a escutá-los e desse modo aprendêssemos a gostá-los sem receio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Olhando no seu espelho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6372834-110342159958820229?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/110342159958820229/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=110342159958820229' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/110342159958820229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/110342159958820229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2004/12/eu-fui-lume-e-tu-foste-lenha_19.html' title='Eu fui lume e tu foste lenha...'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-110333903021835673</id><published>2004-12-18T02:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-18T03:03:50.216Z</updated><title type='text'>vai onde te leva o coração...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“ Tem cuidado contigo. Sempre que, à medida que fores crescendo, tiveres vontade de converter as coisas erradas em coisas certas, lembra-te que a primeira revolução a fazer é dentro de nós próprios. A primeira e a mais importante. Lutar por uma ideia sem se ter uma ideia de si próprio é uma das coisas mais perigosas que se pode fazer.&lt;br /&gt;   E quando à tua frente se abrirem muitas estradas e não souberes a que hás-de escolher, não metas por uma ao acaso. Senta-te e espera. Respira com a mesma profundidade confiante com que respiraste no dia em que vieste ao mundo, e sem deixares que nada te distraia, espera e volta a esperar. Fica quieta, em silêncio, e ouve teu coração. Quando ele te falar, levanta-te e vai para onde ele te levar...”&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/6372834-110333903021835673?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/110333903021835673/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=110333903021835673' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/110333903021835673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/110333903021835673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2004/12/vai-onde-te-leva-o-corao.html' title='vai onde te leva o coração...'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-110254703074421025</id><published>2004-12-08T21:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-08T23:03:50.743Z</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the time is right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm gonna pack my bags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and take that journey down the road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;cause over the mountain i see the bright sun shinning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and i want to live inside the glow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i wanna go to the place where i am nothing and everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that exists between here and nowhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i wanna go to a place where time has no consequences ph yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the sky opens to my prays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wanna go to beautiful, beautiful, beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wanna go to beautiful, beautiful, beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wanna go to beautiful, beautiful, beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wanna go to beautiful, beautiful, beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(India Arie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6372834-110254703074421025?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/110254703074421025/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=110254703074421025' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/110254703074421025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/110254703074421025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2004/12/beautiful.html' title='Beautiful...'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-110230511831839671</id><published>2004-12-06T03:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-06T03:51:58.316Z</updated><title type='text'>Simplesmente genial...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não resisti a pôr esta letra aqui...é brutal!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Obrigado Inês e Xico...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Genial...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não sabia quem eras&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tu que falavas baixinho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;não me disseste o teu nome&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;invadiste o meu caminho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;deixei-te acender o lume&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;deitei-te perto de mim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;deixei-te trocar-me as voltas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;virar costas e no fim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tu que um dia disseste&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;não há razão para fugir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;quando tu me apeteceste&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;procurei-te e não te vi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tinhas deixado a minha cama&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;adormecer-me de ti&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sonhei dias, sonhei noites&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que o frio não morava ali&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;foi no dia em que acordei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que consegui perceber&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;foste bruxa que eu amei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;feitiço de mulher&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;foste embora de vassoura&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;voaste da minha vida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;levaste tudo o que querias&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;fico à tua espera um dia...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6372834-110230511831839671?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/110230511831839671/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=110230511831839671' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/110230511831839671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/110230511831839671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2004/12/simplesmente-genial.html' title='Simplesmente genial...'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-110170127556654098</id><published>2004-11-29T03:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-29T04:07:55.566Z</updated><title type='text'>I don't know what i can save you from...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you called me after midnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;must have been three years since we last spoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i slowly tried to bring back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the image of your face from the memories so old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i tried so hard to follow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but didn't catch the half of what had gone wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;said i don't know what i can save you from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i don't know what i can save you from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i asked you to come over, and within half an hour &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you were at my door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i had never really know you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but i realized that the one you were before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;had changed into somebody for whom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i wouldn't mind to put the kettle on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;still i don't know what i can save you from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i don't know what i can save you from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i don't know what i can save you from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i don't know what i can save you from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i don't know what i can save you from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i don't know what i can save you from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;kings of convenience - &lt;em&gt;i don't know what i can save you from&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(remix roiksoop) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6372834-110170127556654098?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/110170127556654098/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=110170127556654098' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/110170127556654098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/110170127556654098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-dont-know-what-i-can-save-you-from.html' title='I don&apos;t know what i can save you from...'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-110143958973382144</id><published>2004-11-26T03:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-26T03:26:29.733Z</updated><title type='text'>sentir medo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tive de ir ao carro buscar o meu telemóvel...tinha-me esquecido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e no escuro da noite voltei a sentir medo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;entrei em casa e ainda tremia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mas isto passa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;eu sei que sim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Era só para partilhar...&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/6372834-110143958973382144?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/110143958973382144/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=110143958973382144' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/110143958973382144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/110143958973382144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2004/11/sentir-medo.html' title='sentir medo...'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-110141643063134600</id><published>2004-11-25T20:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-25T21:00:30.630Z</updated><title type='text'>pessoas simples...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ser simples é difícil. A tentação universal para complicar as coisas, aliás, tem-se revelado desastrosa ao longo dos séculos e muito daquilo que poderia ter sido sempre tão simples vai tomando proporções caóticas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Falo da maneira como as pessoas comunicam, por exemplo. Como dizem umas às outras aquilo que pensam e sentem. Ou melhor, como dizem uma coisa e tantas vezes sentem outra. E como tudo isso pode ser tão perverso e enganador.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ser simples é muito mais do que não ser complicado. É ser verdadeiro, é prestar atenção, é ouvir com o coração e é falar sem pretender ter sempre razão. Só uma pessoa simples é capaz de estar na vida para os outros e pelos outros e consegue fazê-lo sem se perder no essencial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Conheço muito poucas pessoas simples e verdadeiras (...) simples na maneira de estar, de falar e de viver e verdadeiras na única verdade que nos interessa, que é a verdade do coração. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(Laurinda Alves - &lt;em&gt;O príncipe e a lavadeira&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/6372834-110141643063134600?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/110141643063134600/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=110141643063134600' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/110141643063134600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/110141643063134600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2004/11/pessoas-simples.html' title='pessoas simples...'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-110140145397301834</id><published>2004-11-25T16:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-25T16:50:53.973Z</updated><title type='text'>Before sunrise</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;este é para ti... mas tu se calhar não sabes quem és!Não interessa...EU SEI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;daydream delusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;limousine eyelashes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;oh baby with your pretty face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;drop a tear in my wine galss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;look at those big eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;see what you mean to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sweet cakes and milkshakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm a delusion angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm a fantasy parade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i want you to know what i thnk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;don't want you to guess anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you have no idea where i came from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we have no idea where we're going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lashed in life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;like branches in the river&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;floating down the stream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;cutting the current&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i carry you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you carry me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that's how it could be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;don't you know me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;don't you know me by now?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6372834-110140145397301834?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/110140145397301834/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=110140145397301834' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/110140145397301834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/110140145397301834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2004/11/before-sunrise.html' title='Before sunrise'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-110012833373569724</id><published>2004-11-10T22:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-10T23:12:13.736Z</updated><title type='text'>PARA (ti) QUEM PRESTA ATENÇÃO A LYRICS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Uma letra linda, uma melodia ainda melhor! Leia-se e que se perceba o que se quiser...que se interprete esta Música (subentendida como um todo) da maneira que ela mais fizer sentido... ou então, que se sobrevalorize apenas a letra, apenas a melodia!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;eu sei qual é a minha... e o porquê de ela estar aqui! ... e mais..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a verdade é que para apreciar este Nature é preciso também ouvir!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;qq comentário implica o conhecimento da Música!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;procura a India Arie ... no seu &lt;em&gt;acoustic&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(India Arie - &lt;em&gt;Nature&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, Oh yeah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why you rushing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's sit back and watch the flowers grow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why you want&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To swim against the tide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let´s lay and watch the river flow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here in god's creation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is always a reason&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know, that love is there for us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where we'll go, baby i don't know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe we should just let the nature run the show&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where we'll go, baby i don't know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe we should just let the nature run the show&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't wanna watch no movie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's sit and watch the stars put on a show&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you want to win my favour&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be creative, and show mw your flavor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause here in God's creation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For everything there is a session&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let go, Let life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let love, let God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where we'll go, baby i don't know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe we should just let nature run the show&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where we'll go, baby i don't know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe we should just let nature run the show&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bridge&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like the sun shines and&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The wind blows&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the moon glows&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I am meant for you and&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are meant for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then we will flow together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ever lastly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where we'll go, baby i don't know&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we should just let nature run the show&lt;br /&gt;Where we'll go, baby i don't know&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we should just let nature run the show&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby we should sit, watch the flowers grow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby we should sit, back and watch the moon glow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby, we should feel the window blow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;First you plant a seed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And then it grows and&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then it blooms&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it dies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Same goo's for you and i&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe this time we'll get it right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Go with the fkow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe we'll get it right...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ela diz tudo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6372834-110012833373569724?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/110012833373569724/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Quase que poderias ser tu...mudando umas coisinhas aqui...outras ali...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm not a perfect person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As many things i wish i didn't do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But i continue learning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I never meant to do those things to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And so i have to say before i go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I found a reason for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To change who i used to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A reason to start over new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And the reason is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm sorry that i hurt you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's something i must live with every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And all the pain i put you through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wished that i could take it all away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And be the one who catches all your tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That's why i need you to hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I found a reason for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To change who i used to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A reason to start over new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And the reason is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm not a perfect person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I never meant to do those things to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And so i have to say before i go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That i just want you to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I found a reason for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To change who i used to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A reason to start over new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And the reason is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I found a reason to show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A side of me you didn't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A reason for all that i do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And the reason is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Hoobastank - &lt;em&gt;The Reason&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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ali...'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-109993205911737171</id><published>2004-11-08T16:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-08T16:40:59.116Z</updated><title type='text'>"ver a vida a passar à frente dos olhos..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não sou muito menina de escrever as coisas que me acontecem no dia-a-dia... mas a verdade é que esta madrugada senti o coração a bater a mil!!! Chegada eu a casa de uma amiga minha (era 01h30) aconteceu-me uma coisa que me fez ficar completamente em estado de choque...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Apareceu um gajo a correr com uma arma na mão, apontou-ma ao estomâgo e roubou-me tudo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Vi a vida a passar-me à frente dos olhos...e a sensação é horrível! Aqueles 20 segundos pareceram uma eternidade, e acho que nunca rezei com tanta força. Ver um gajo, prai com vinte e quatro anos a murmurar qualquer coisa, e só ter tempo de dizer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- Não me faças nada, eu dou-te tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;E depois ver uma parte da tua vida a fugir, nas mãos de alguém que, ainda por cima, sobre ela não tem qualquer direito. A minha carteira faz parte da minha vida, nela estão pedaços, fragmentos, retalhos deste pequenino coração... usualmente, ouve-se dizer que a carteira de uma mulher tem tudo, mas acreditem que grande parte do que lá está faz todo o sentido! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;O meu caderninho... estava lá! e nem sequer o gajo foi capaz de o deixar na carteira...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mas toda a razão desta descrição é mesmo partilhar o medo, o pânico, a sensação de ficar completamente em choque perante uma arma! E mesmo que ela possa não ser verdadeira, porque muita vezes não é, a verdade é que naqueles 20 segundos isso nem sequer chega a fazer parte do teu pensamento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Agora estou bem, mas de vez em quando ainda tenho ataques de pânico, e qualquer barulhinho me faz saltar... mas com o tempo acaba por passar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;A verdade é que, a expressão "ver a vida a passar à frente dos olhos" faz todo o sentido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6372834-109993205911737171?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/109993205911737171/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=109993205911737171' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/109993205911737171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/109993205911737171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2004/11/ver-vida-passar-frente-dos-olhos.html' title='&quot;ver a vida a passar à frente dos olhos...&quot;'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-109979533562184783</id><published>2004-11-07T02:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-07T02:42:15.620Z</updated><title type='text'>WHEREVER YOU ARE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Time has come, what's done is done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's time to move on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To another place, another space&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't ask why, don't ask how&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I still can't explain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To say goodbye, goodbye for now till i see you again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the sunlight that's where i'll be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the moon night close your eyes you will see me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the sunrise, in the twilight i'll be the morning and the evening star&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be there with you, wherever you are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So it's goodnight, things go wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but it's alright&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we're all just passin' through here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;at the speed of light&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sweet November soundtrack)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6372834-109979533562184783?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/109979533562184783/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=109979533562184783' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/109979533562184783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/109979533562184783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2004/11/wherever-you-are.html' title='WHEREVER YOU ARE!'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-109942790571442131</id><published>2004-11-02T20:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-02T20:38:25.716Z</updated><title type='text'>Sentir?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Todos nós sentimos, e só sentimos quando amamos. Porque quem ama sofre! A vida é feita de pequenos sentires, e o sentir só se faz com sentidos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Se sinto falta é porque não posso ver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Se sinto falta é porque não posso tocar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Se sinto falta é porque não posso ouvir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Se sinto falta é porque não posso cheirar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Se sinto falta é porque não posso sentir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Perdemo-nos no mundo dos sentidos como nos perdemos em caminhos pouco seguros...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6372834-109942790571442131?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/109942790571442131/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=109942790571442131' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/109942790571442131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/109942790571442131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2004/11/sentir.html' title='Sentir?'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-109941873608876753</id><published>2004-11-02T17:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-02T18:05:36.086Z</updated><title type='text'>O CORAÇÃO FALOU MAIS ALTO...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some people live for the fortune, some people live just for the fame, some people live for the power yea! Some people live just to play the game, some people think that the physical things define what's within! I've been there before, but that life's a bore, so full of the superficial...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some people want it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I don't want nothing at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If it ain't you baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If I ain't got you baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some people want diamond rings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some just want everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But everything means nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If I ain't got you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some people search for a fountain promises forever young, some people need three dozen roses. And that's the only way to prove you love them. And in a world on a silver platter, and wondering what it means, no one to share, no one who truly cares for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some people want it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I don't want nothing at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If it ain't you baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If I ain't got you baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some people want diamond rings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some just want everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But everything means nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If I ain't got you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If I ain't got you baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nothing in this whole wide world don't mean a thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If I ain't got you with me baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Alicia Keys - &lt;em&gt;If I ain't got you&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O coração pediu para falar...foi beliscando, sussurando, até que resolvi dar-lhe liberdade para dizer o que queria... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E aqui ficam registadas as notas da sinfonia que tão delicadamente cantou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Num compasso muito acertado deu alguma coerência à dança de sentimentos de que se compõe... notas nostálgicas, notas de força, notas de fé, notas de alegria, notas de decisão... No fundo, conseguiu compor toda a manta de retalhos com que faz questão de se coser!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a vida é assim, recheada de sentimentos, pessoas, momentos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a minha vida em nada é diferente das outras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e há que saber deixar falar quando é preciso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;para que gradualmente comecemos a fazer sentido....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a dar-nos um sentido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;é isto! &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/6372834-109941873608876753?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/109941873608876753/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=109941873608876753' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/109941873608876753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/109941873608876753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2004/11/o-corao-falou-mais-alto.html' title='O CORAÇÃO FALOU MAIS ALTO...'/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-109891598384776694</id><published>2004-10-27T23:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T14:59:00.350Z</updated><title type='text'>A CASA </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sentir de novo aquela dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a pouco e pouco respirar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;aquele amor que foi vivido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e esquecido em segredo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;como ninguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;perdoar...como perdoar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;há tanto tempo que eu queria mudar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;queria voltar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;acordar, deixar o dia passar devagar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;assim ficar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sentir de novo aquele amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a pouco e pouco consolar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;aquela dor que foi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;vivida e sofrida em silêncio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;chegar de novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sentir o amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;voltar a casa sem pensar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;deixar a luz entrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;esquecer aquela mágoa sem ter medo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;como ninguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;encontrar...poder encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;todas as coisas que eu não soube dar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;saber amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;perdoar...saber perdoar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;há tanto tempo que eu queria mudar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;queria voltar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;aceitar, deixar que o tempo te faça voltar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;saber esperar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;( Rodrigo Leão - Alma Mater)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6372834-109891598384776694?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/109891598384776694/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=109891598384776694' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/109891598384776694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/109891598384776694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2004/10/casa.html' title='A CASA '/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-109812005652254113</id><published>2004-10-18T18:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T14:57:18.066Z</updated><title type='text'>Picture Of My Life </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I never had a dream that I could follow through, only tears left to stain, dry my eyes once again! I don't know who I am, or what I'm gonna do! Been so long I've been hopelessly confused, this can never really end. It's infinitely sad!!! Can someone tell me when something good became so bad? So if you have a cure to me would you please send a picture of my life, with a letter telling how it should really be instead...&lt;br /&gt;The precipice is there, but will I ever dare throw myself in the sky, so at last I can die? See I've become a man, who holds nothing too dear! Who will mind if I just disappear? This can never really end. It's infinitely sad!!! Can someone tell me when something good became so bad? So if you have a cure to me, would you please send a picture of my life with a letter telling how it should really be instead...&lt;br /&gt;Oh, tell me how it really should be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;(Jamiroquai - &lt;em&gt;Picture of my life&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6372834-109812005652254113?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/109812005652254113/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=109812005652254113' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/109812005652254113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/109812005652254113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2004/10/picture-of-my-life.html' title='Picture Of My Life '/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-109777163273191352</id><published>2004-10-14T17:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T17:33:52.733+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Had you there in the palm of my hand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saw that smile you give that girl.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haven't seen that smile such a long time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't do this to me, again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I watched you laugh when you walked out through door,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Couldn't save you from yourself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haven't seen that smile for such a long while.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't do this to me again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I went out,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to find out what I was looking for.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Found the key,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;key to our door.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's all of your lies.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still I can't forget.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't do this to me again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Had you there in the palm of my hand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saw that smile you give that girl.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haven't seen that smile such a long time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't do this to me again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't do this to me...... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Telepopmusik - &lt;em&gt;Smile&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6372834-109777163273191352?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/109777163273191352/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=109777163273191352' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/109777163273191352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/109777163273191352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2004/10/had-you-there-in-palm-of-my-hand.html' title=''/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372834.post-109762762047032319</id><published>2004-10-13T01:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T01:33:40.470+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não resisti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cold, cold water surrounds me nowAnd all I've got is your handLord, can you hear me now?Lord, can you hear me now?Lord, can you hear me now?Or am I lost?Love one's daughterAllow me thatAnd I can't let go of your handLord, can you hear me now?Lord, can you hear me now?Lord, can you hear me now?Or am I lost?[chanting] Cold, cold water surrounds me nowAnd all I've got is your handLord, can you hear me now?Lord, can you hear me now?Lord, can you hear me now?Or am I lost?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;(Damien Rice - &lt;em&gt;Cold Water&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6372834-109762762047032319?l=menina-da-lua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/feeds/109762762047032319/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6372834&amp;postID=109762762047032319' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/109762762047032319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6372834/posts/default/109762762047032319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menina-da-lua.blogspot.com/2004/10/no-resisti.html' title=''/><author><name>maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17241499371056555258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
