<?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-2934530454967765888</id><updated>2012-02-04T22:42:55.092Z</updated><title type='text'>Something Mine.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>89</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-2344215091635002494</id><published>2012-02-04T22:42:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-02-04T22:42:55.102Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E agora? queres um biscoito? :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934530454967765888-2344215091635002494?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/2344215091635002494/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2012/02/e-agora-queres-um-biscoito-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/2344215091635002494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/2344215091635002494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2012/02/e-agora-queres-um-biscoito-3.html' title=''/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-7128326357292274936</id><published>2012-02-04T14:22:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-02-04T17:58:41.455Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Eu gostava que fosse mais simples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Eu queria puder olhar para ti e não ter esta confusão todas de sentimentos, mas queria ainda mais não os ter, porque neste momento são todos maus, não há um&amp;nbsp;único&amp;nbsp;sentimento bom por ti e para ti comigo neste momento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;E queria realmente acreditar que ainda conseguia respeitar, olhar para ti e que não ia fazer mal, porque estavas feliz. Quis acreditar que essa duvida que depositas-te nas minhas palavras não fazia mal, que era normal e que ia passar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Não passou e fez mal, fez uma moça tão grande na confiança que tinha em ti que deixou de a haver, e tudo o que resta agora é a vontade de te enfiar a verdade pelos olhos a dentro e ver-te sofrer; ver-te dividido e magoado, agora só me resta a vontade de te dizer bem alto, o mais lenta e dolorosamente as palavras "eu bem te avisei".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Nunca as vou dizer, porque primeiro sou melhor pessoa do que tu alguma vez serás e segundo porque a não vale a pena e tu não vales a pena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&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/2934530454967765888-7128326357292274936?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/7128326357292274936/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2012/02/eu-gostava-que-fosse-mais-simples.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/7128326357292274936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/7128326357292274936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2012/02/eu-gostava-que-fosse-mais-simples.html' title=''/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-2626572343550403140</id><published>2012-01-19T21:45:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-19T21:45:16.961Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cansei.&lt;br /&gt;Tu não acreditas, não confias, não falas, não me diz já nada.&lt;br /&gt;Tu já não dizes nada, ou mentes e esperas que acredite.&lt;br /&gt;Bem não acredito e já não quero mais tentar ver a verdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Cansei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Não acredito, não confio, já não me diz nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Não digo nada, ou minto e espero que acredites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Bem não acreditas e já não queres mais tentar ver a verdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934530454967765888-2626572343550403140?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/2626572343550403140/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2012/01/cansei.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/2626572343550403140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/2626572343550403140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2012/01/cansei.html' title=''/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-7479934726401155193</id><published>2012-01-14T17:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-14T17:08:50.851Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes solutions aren't so simple; Sometimes goodbye's the only way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Goodbye.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934530454967765888-7479934726401155193?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/7479934726401155193/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2012/01/sometimes-solutions-arent-so-simple.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/7479934726401155193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/7479934726401155193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2012/01/sometimes-solutions-arent-so-simple.html' title=''/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-4348130399870690231</id><published>2012-01-10T22:06:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-10T22:06:16.908Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Num dia o Sol nasceu.&lt;br /&gt;Num dia o Sol se pôs.&lt;br /&gt;Num dia a criança caiu.&lt;br /&gt;Num dia ela sangrou.&lt;br /&gt;Chorou ás magoas e curou as feridas.&lt;br /&gt;Num dia a criança de levantou.&lt;br /&gt;Num dia a criança se mostrou forte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, finalmente um dia ela cresceu e tornou-se numa mulher, com o seu lado frágil, mas também com o seu lado forte.&lt;br /&gt;Lembrou-se das lutas, das lágrimas,das feridas e dos erros, e decidiu não sair de novo nem tropeçar nos mesmo erros, e um dia ela será feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Um dia ela será feliz.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934530454967765888-4348130399870690231?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/4348130399870690231/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2012/01/num-dia-o-sol-nasceu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/4348130399870690231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/4348130399870690231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2012/01/num-dia-o-sol-nasceu.html' title=''/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-6149876785387914895</id><published>2011-04-26T21:22:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T21:22:43.984+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slocounty.ca.gov/Assets/DSS/Pictures/FC+Pic_6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.slocounty.ca.gov/Assets/DSS/Pictures/FC+Pic_6.jpg" style="height: 315px; width: 211px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A que te agarras, quando perdes tudo?  Não sabes? eu sei. agarras-te a ti própria, és fiel a ti própria e nunca  mas nunca desistes de ti e quando menos esperares tudo fica bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/2934530454967765888-6149876785387914895?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/6149876785387914895/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2011/04/que-te-agarras-quando-perdes-tudo-nao.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/6149876785387914895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/6149876785387914895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2011/04/que-te-agarras-quando-perdes-tudo-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-3460095032850233710</id><published>2011-04-11T21:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T21:26:23.446+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Hold me tight, and never let go.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPVB8chdn7g/TJ9ZFPYMV8I/AAAAAAAAB7A/f4gTNQ2FZUo/s1600/Anime_couple.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPVB8chdn7g/TJ9ZFPYMV8I/AAAAAAAAB7A/f4gTNQ2FZUo/s320/Anime_couple.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Can you do that?...Please.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm beging you.&lt;/i&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/2934530454967765888-3460095032850233710?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/3460095032850233710/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2011/04/hold-me-tight-and-never-let-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/3460095032850233710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/3460095032850233710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2011/04/hold-me-tight-and-never-let-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zPVB8chdn7g/TJ9ZFPYMV8I/AAAAAAAAB7A/f4gTNQ2FZUo/s72-c/Anime_couple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-8252813102038640358</id><published>2011-03-25T01:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-25T01:22:26.929Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gPqKdBX56Cs/TYvt-UdR_8I/AAAAAAAAANo/R8JOAeNLBt4/s1600/PC010589+-+C%25C3%25B3pia+-+C%25C3%25B3pia.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gPqKdBX56Cs/TYvt-UdR_8I/AAAAAAAAANo/R8JOAeNLBt4/s200/PC010589+-+C%25C3%25B3pia+-+C%25C3%25B3pia.JPG" width="46" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;Here I am, this is me &lt;br /&gt;There's no where else on earth I'd rather be &lt;br /&gt;Here I am.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-weight: normal; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span data-jsid="text"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-weight: normal; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span data-jsid="text"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-weight: normal; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span data-jsid="text"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;P.s: I love you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934530454967765888-8252813102038640358?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/8252813102038640358/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2011/03/here-i-am-this-is-me-theres-no-where.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/8252813102038640358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/8252813102038640358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2011/03/here-i-am-this-is-me-theres-no-where.html' title=''/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gPqKdBX56Cs/TYvt-UdR_8I/AAAAAAAAANo/R8JOAeNLBt4/s72-c/PC010589+-+C%25C3%25B3pia+-+C%25C3%25B3pia.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-265964564132239717</id><published>2011-03-17T21:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-17T21:30:27.577Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Sai3XCCH2rc/TYJ2Uaa_7jI/AAAAAAAAANg/RYq-MHd3lHM/s1600/DSCF3692+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Sai3XCCH2rc/TYJ2Uaa_7jI/AAAAAAAAANg/RYq-MHd3lHM/s320/DSCF3692+copy.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;É&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; sempre preciso alguém que nos agarre quando estamos a cair&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;É&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sempre preciso alguém que se sente do nosso lado no chão&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;É&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;sempre preciso alguém que nos levante quando caímos&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;É&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sempre preciso alguém que faça isso por nós&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;É&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; preciso alguém para nós&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Para podermos ser alguém para outros)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934530454967765888-265964564132239717?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/265964564132239717/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post_17.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/265964564132239717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/265964564132239717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post_17.html' title=''/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Sai3XCCH2rc/TYJ2Uaa_7jI/AAAAAAAAANg/RYq-MHd3lHM/s72-c/DSCF3692+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-8443523799362352292</id><published>2011-03-15T23:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-15T23:09:46.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2011/058/c/8/make_up_love_by_somethingmine-d3ak7yc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2011/058/c/8/make_up_love_by_somethingmine-d3ak7yc.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;.Foto minha.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Só para actualizar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934530454967765888-8443523799362352292?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/8443523799362352292/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/8443523799362352292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/8443523799362352292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-3255447119674306737</id><published>2011-02-04T23:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-04T23:13:30.203Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUyH3sPg5EI/AAAAAAAAANY/-XrnLFkv0nI/s1600/There%252520is%252520always%252520hope-251688.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUyH3sPg5EI/AAAAAAAAANY/-XrnLFkv0nI/s320/There%252520is%252520always%252520hope-251688.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hope.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The last one standing (!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934530454967765888-3255447119674306737?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/3255447119674306737/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2011/02/hope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/3255447119674306737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/3255447119674306737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2011/02/hope.html' title=''/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUyH3sPg5EI/AAAAAAAAANY/-XrnLFkv0nI/s72-c/There%252520is%252520always%252520hope-251688.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-7414436715760510418</id><published>2011-02-01T20:32:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-02-01T20:45:36.614Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUhrKTuGPjI/AAAAAAAAAMY/3L8RHyyNMfY/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="55" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUhrKTuGPjI/AAAAAAAAAMY/3L8RHyyNMfY/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É o tempo que nos destrói, é o tempo que nos corrói, é o tempo que nos tira tudo o que temos.&lt;br /&gt;Tira-nos a força, a motivação, a juventude, envelhece-nos de tal forma que quando vimos realmente o quanto velhos estamos já não há tempo para aproveitar, para respirar, para suspirar, para chorar, sofrer, crescer.&lt;br /&gt;É o tempo que nos trás as saudades, ás magoas e as memórias. É o tempo que nos tira os sonhos, as amizades e as pessoas. O tempo consome-nos o espírito, a alma, a mente e o corpo.&amp;nbsp; O tempo dá-nos rugas, dores, doenças. O tempo tira-nos a inocência, o sorriso, a esperança. O tempo tira-nos quase tudo. E quanto mais ele passa, mais nós o queremos mais, mais nós o perdemos, mais ele foge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"É tarde, é tarde,é muito tarde..." &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;É sempre muito tarde...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;...Quando se luta contra o tempo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934530454967765888-7414436715760510418?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/7414436715760510418/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2011/02/e-o-tempo-que-nos-destroi-e-o-tempo-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/7414436715760510418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/7414436715760510418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2011/02/e-o-tempo-que-nos-destroi-e-o-tempo-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUhrKTuGPjI/AAAAAAAAAMY/3L8RHyyNMfY/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-1499101862099669353</id><published>2011-01-11T21:05:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-02-01T23:20:24.015Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TSzDMT8vYEI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Q7AyETSzzMw/s1600/kids-kissing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="165" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TSzDMT8vYEI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Q7AyETSzzMw/s200/kids-kissing.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" id="songlyrics" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" id="songlyrics" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" id="songlyrics" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" id="songlyrics" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" id="songlyrics" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;David Fonseca - Kiss Me, oh Kiss Me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="25" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xTVQCrTjqKY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp&amp;autoplay=1;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xTVQCrTjqKY?fs=1&amp;amp&amp;autoplay=1;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934530454967765888-1499101862099669353?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/1499101862099669353/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-when-fight-is-over-and-storm-is.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/1499101862099669353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/1499101862099669353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-when-fight-is-over-and-storm-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TSzDMT8vYEI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Q7AyETSzzMw/s72-c/kids-kissing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-4099548647112136576</id><published>2011-01-08T16:29:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-08T16:36:12.175Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Um dia grito bem alto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TSiSPyswOAI/AAAAAAAAAMA/IPK4n0Ff0VE/s1600/jCcfUD4Nmnujrk2vYTzXLJ5xo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TSiSPyswOAI/AAAAAAAAAMA/IPK4n0Ff0VE/s320/jCcfUD4Nmnujrk2vYTzXLJ5xo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Amo-te&lt;/i&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/2934530454967765888-4099548647112136576?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/4099548647112136576/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2011/01/um-dia-grito-bem-alto-o-quanto-te-amo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/4099548647112136576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/4099548647112136576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2011/01/um-dia-grito-bem-alto-o-quanto-te-amo.html' title=''/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TSiSPyswOAI/AAAAAAAAAMA/IPK4n0Ff0VE/s72-c/jCcfUD4Nmnujrk2vYTzXLJ5xo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-8234389658090091029</id><published>2010-12-14T01:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-14T01:16:29.802Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/SpvC2Fi4CCI/AAAAAAAAAI0/szjtfS34lTQ/s1600/oreo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/SpvC2Fi4CCI/AAAAAAAAAI0/szjtfS34lTQ/s1600/oreo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;That's all&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934530454967765888-8234389658090091029?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/8234389658090091029/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2010/12/thats-all.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/8234389658090091029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/8234389658090091029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2010/12/thats-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/SpvC2Fi4CCI/AAAAAAAAAI0/szjtfS34lTQ/s72-c/oreo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-127139360562571819</id><published>2010-07-04T00:58:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T00:58:44.064+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Explode os pulmões&lt;br /&gt;Range os dentes.&lt;br /&gt;Cerra os punhos.&lt;br /&gt;Fecha os olhos.&lt;br /&gt;Esforça a voz.&lt;br /&gt;Chora.&lt;br /&gt;Grita.&lt;br /&gt;Cai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No fim ninguém ouve estas sozinha.&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/2934530454967765888-127139360562571819?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/127139360562571819/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2010/07/explode-os-pulmoes-range-os-dentes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/127139360562571819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/127139360562571819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2010/07/explode-os-pulmoes-range-os-dentes.html' title=''/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-1281029815741481345</id><published>2010-06-10T19:23:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T19:23:48.195+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chama o meu nome..Faz-me ver que ainda aqui estás.&lt;br /&gt;Abraça-me. Faz-me querer que é para sempre.&lt;br /&gt;Beija-me. Faz-me sentir o teu calor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;.Ama-me.Abraça-me.Sente-me.Vive-me.Cheira-me.Respira-me.Fala-me.Beija-me.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sê meu.&lt;/i&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/2934530454967765888-1281029815741481345?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/1281029815741481345/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2010/06/chama-o-meu-nome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/1281029815741481345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/1281029815741481345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2010/06/chama-o-meu-nome.html' title=''/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-1871255589002788607</id><published>2010-06-07T23:08:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T23:08:36.480+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Apetece-me escrever uma história, não uma que comece com o típico  “Era uma vez..”&lt;br /&gt;Nem com “Tudo começou..”. Apetece-me começar uma história louca, que  comece no fim e acabe no meio.&lt;br /&gt;Apetece-me escrever a história de uma erva, duma gota de agua, duma  lágrima que se cria no canto do olho, de uma lua cheia, duma rosa por  abrir.&lt;br /&gt;Vendo bem, uma vida não explorada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934530454967765888-1871255589002788607?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/1871255589002788607/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2010/06/apetece-me-escrever-uma-historia-nao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/1871255589002788607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/1871255589002788607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2010/06/apetece-me-escrever-uma-historia-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-6290401124982609656</id><published>2010-06-03T20:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T20:11:50.217+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ninguém te disse que a vida era fácil.&lt;br /&gt;Mas também ninguém te disse que a Vida é Dificil.&lt;br /&gt;Vendo bem as coisas a vida é o que tu queres que seja :'3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja considerei a vida dificil e também ja a considerei facil.&lt;br /&gt;Agora considero-a só e apenas vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;A vida é para se viver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;vive, grita,saboreia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Só vives uma vez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Feel it &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934530454967765888-6290401124982609656?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/6290401124982609656/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2010/06/ninguem-te-disse-que-vida-era-facil.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/6290401124982609656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/6290401124982609656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2010/06/ninguem-te-disse-que-vida-era-facil.html' title=''/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-6926866960332285673</id><published>2010-05-26T22:10:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T22:10:52.730+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Estou farta de ti e das tuas palavras de faz de conta.&lt;br /&gt;Isso é  para me fazeres sentir bem, ou para matar a culpa que te corroí por  dentro?&lt;br /&gt;se é para me fazer bem, podes parar com o teatro e podes  dizer adeus, não me podia interessar menos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Estou a ficar doente. Vamos ver como estou amanhã &lt;/i&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/2934530454967765888-6926866960332285673?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/6926866960332285673/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2010/05/estou-farta-de-ti-e-das-tuas-palavras.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/6926866960332285673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/6926866960332285673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2010/05/estou-farta-de-ti-e-das-tuas-palavras.html' title=''/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-7928542203424529227</id><published>2010-05-21T21:05:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T13:36:24.338+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nos últimos tempos tenho tido grande dificuldade em confiar nas pessoas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não sei por experiências de vida, ou se apenas por ser casmurra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Custa-me falar das minhas coisas com as pessoas, e cada vez escondo mais o que sinto, tirando uma vez ou outra em que expludo como uma criança e as lágrimas me brotam dos olhos com toda a força.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Há noite fixo os meus olhos num ponto que nem poderia indicar onde estava, porque maior parte das vezes nem eu sei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A confiança cada vez me é mais difícil de encontrar, aproveito os poucos em quem confio e nos outros não lhes conto nada mais do que já sabem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Suponho que seja um protecção.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934530454967765888-7928542203424529227?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/7928542203424529227/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2010/05/nos-ultimos-tempos-tenho-tido-grande.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/7928542203424529227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/7928542203424529227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2010/05/nos-ultimos-tempos-tenho-tido-grande.html' title=''/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-1695199379948186446</id><published>2010-05-10T23:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T23:02:32.067+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;saudades do teu toque&lt;br /&gt;saudades do teu beijo&lt;br /&gt;saudades do teu  cheiro&lt;br /&gt;saudades do teu ser&lt;br /&gt;saudades do teu querer&lt;br /&gt;saudades de  te ter&lt;br /&gt;saudades de te ver&lt;br /&gt;saudades de te ouvir&lt;br /&gt;saudades de te  sorrir&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;apiticeu-mi :3 texte velhe&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(sim sei que tá mal escrito :c) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934530454967765888-1695199379948186446?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/1695199379948186446/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2010/05/saudades-do-teu-toque-saudades-do-teu.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/1695199379948186446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/1695199379948186446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2010/05/saudades-do-teu-toque-saudades-do-teu.html' title=''/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-7098295101188314283</id><published>2010-03-30T12:03:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T12:03:32.473+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Tenho saudades das pessoas que um dia me fizeram sorrir.&lt;br /&gt;ainda se  lembram? ainda se lembram de como era o meu sorriso? e de como vocês  faziam parte dele?&lt;br /&gt;eu lembro.      &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934530454967765888-7098295101188314283?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/7098295101188314283/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2010/03/tenho-saudades-das-pessoas-que-um-dia.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/7098295101188314283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/7098295101188314283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2010/03/tenho-saudades-das-pessoas-que-um-dia.html' title=''/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-1241787041818815378</id><published>2010-03-02T14:42:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-03-02T14:43:32.947Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bem sei que há já algum tempo que não escrevo neste meu pequeno cantinho de palavras, frases, textos, momentos, lágrimas, sorrisos gargalhadas.&lt;br /&gt;Para quem me conhece, acho que o considera uma coisa positiva porque só escrevo no blog quando estou mal. Mas estejam descansados, hoje estou bem :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixei o passado para trás e quando me enterro no mundo das recordações enterro-me com um sorriso e penso em tudo como positivo, apesar de normalmente ser uma pessoa pessimista, não o poderia negar mesmo que quisesse, porque ai estaria a mentir.&lt;br /&gt;Mas considero que de há uns tempos para cá estou melhor, tenho mais sorrisos para dar. Não tenho tido grandes más noticias e sei que tenho do meu lado pessoas em que posso confiar.&lt;br /&gt;Mas também devo admitir que tenho saudades de algumas pessoas, e não não me zanguei com elas, seguimos caminhos diferentes mas não me esqueço nem deixam de ter um lugar no meu coração por isso. São apenas pessoas que guardo com saudade e com carinho neste meu pequeno grande coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/S40j25ELd1I/AAAAAAAAAKo/YUhK1YBBnQE/s1600-h/HPIM2220.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/S40j25ELd1I/AAAAAAAAAKo/YUhK1YBBnQE/s320/HPIM2220.JPG" width="172" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ser poeta é ser mais alto, é ser maior&lt;br /&gt;Do que os homens! Morder como quem beija!&lt;br /&gt;É ser mendigo e dar como quem seja&lt;br /&gt;Rei do Reino de Aquém e de Além Dor!&lt;br /&gt;É ter de mil desejos o esplendor&lt;br /&gt;E não saber sequer que se deseja!&lt;br /&gt;É ter cá dentro um astro que flameja,&lt;br /&gt;É ter garras e asas de condor!&lt;br /&gt;É ter fome, é ter sede de Infinito!&lt;br /&gt;Por elmo, as manhãs de oiro e de cetim...&lt;br /&gt;É condensar o mundo num só grito!&lt;br /&gt;E é amar-te, assim perdidamente...&lt;br /&gt;É seres alma, e sangue, e vida em mim&lt;br /&gt;E dizê-lo cantando a toda a gente!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Florbela Espanca - Ser poeta é &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&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/2934530454967765888-1241787041818815378?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/1241787041818815378/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2010/03/bem-sei-que-ha-ja-algum-tempo-que-nao.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/1241787041818815378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/1241787041818815378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2010/03/bem-sei-que-ha-ja-algum-tempo-que-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/S40j25ELd1I/AAAAAAAAAKo/YUhK1YBBnQE/s72-c/HPIM2220.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-8255057745831757563</id><published>2010-02-10T17:14:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-10T17:14:26.953Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ser descontente é ser homem.&lt;br /&gt;Eu divago, eu sou uma sonhadora... Eu gosto de escrever algo sobre alguém, sem querer ofender alguém pelo o algo que escrevo. Hoje vou escrever sobre algo, na verdade sobre alguém.&lt;br /&gt;O Homem, um ser muitas vezes incompreendido, e é também muitas vezes,&amp;nbsp; atrevo-me a dizer todas as vezes, descontente.&lt;br /&gt;Descontente não no termo de ser triste, alguns serão não duvido, mas do que falo hoje é da vontade, do sonho, de querer mais, de evoluir, de crescer.&lt;br /&gt;Todo o Homem sonha, pequeno ou grande, mas sonha. Sonha pelo o que quer ser, o que quer alcançar, o que quer mudar.&lt;br /&gt;E como todos os sonhos, há uns que se realizam, outros não.. &lt;br /&gt;Falemos dos que se realizam, de todos os pequenos sonhos que tornaram o mundo grande. Marie Curie, Leonardo Da vinci, Thomas Edison, Gramm Bell, Louis Pastour, Alber Einstein, Fernando Pessoa, Luis de Camões, Monet, Picasso, José Malhoa, Luisa Tody, Maria Callas, Bethonven, Mozart, Oppenheimer entre tantos outros que constituiem uma pequena parte do grande grupo que é os sonhadores da História. Pessoas que não se contentavam com o que tinham...E sonharam, lutaram, construiram, conseguiram.&lt;br /&gt;Tal como eles sonharam, foram descontentes..Também sonhamos, sonhar faz parte de nós, é o que faz de nós pessoas ricas, é o que faz das nossas vivências boas ou más.&lt;br /&gt;Sonhar não é uma escolha, é um estado de espírito, é um modo de vida.&lt;br /&gt;Todo o Homem sonha, é descontente...O Homem que não sonha está morto, contente na sua ignorância..&lt;br /&gt;Ser Homem é ser descontente, Ser Homem é sonhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Texto de português, gostei de como ficou (L)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934530454967765888-8255057745831757563?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/8255057745831757563/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2010/02/ser-descontente-e-ser-homem.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/8255057745831757563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/8255057745831757563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2010/02/ser-descontente-e-ser-homem.html' title=''/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-1652360800064989769</id><published>2010-02-07T15:41:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-02-07T15:41:18.358Z</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>Ask me anything &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/somethingmine" target="_blank"&gt;http://formspring.me/somethingmine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934530454967765888-1652360800064989769?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/1652360800064989769/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2010/02/formspringme.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/1652360800064989769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/1652360800064989769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2010/02/formspringme.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-2636882995187315783</id><published>2010-02-03T19:57:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-02-03T19:58:14.005Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/S2nVG4zoWuI/AAAAAAAAAKA/MIONSzFC-Tk/s1600-h/11-07-2009+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/S2nVG4zoWuI/AAAAAAAAAKA/MIONSzFC-Tk/s200/11-07-2009+002.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Estou meia adoentada, hoje não fui as aulas. Verdade seja dita soube-me mesmo muito bem.&lt;br /&gt;Não ando motivada para as aulas, nem para as pessoas nem sequer para o ambiente da escola, da turma. de tudo em geral.&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria mesmo melhorar a média, para ver se conseguia entrar na faculdade, mas acho que não consigo..E é frustrante, sinto-me frustrada comigo mesma..Porque se não conseguir vou perder um ano da minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me mesmo desiludida comigo mesma, porque não me acho boa a desenhar, sinto que não estou a evoluir.&lt;br /&gt;E depois sinto que não há uma coisa em que seja realmente boa, é extremamente atrofiante.&lt;br /&gt;Mas Adiante. como disse estou bastante ansiosa pelos dias da pascoa, ao menos vou ter algum tempo para descansar, esclarecer as ideias. Estar com algumas pessoas que ja não vejo a algum tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ando tão estupidamente preocupada que ando a afectar os importantes :\ Vamos ver se com as pseudo-férias melhoro. De qualquer das maneiras peço &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;desculpa (L')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934530454967765888-2636882995187315783?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/2636882995187315783/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2010/02/estou-meia-adoentada-hoje-nao-fui-as.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/2636882995187315783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/2636882995187315783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2010/02/estou-meia-adoentada-hoje-nao-fui-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/S2nVG4zoWuI/AAAAAAAAAKA/MIONSzFC-Tk/s72-c/11-07-2009+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-4023003831677854658</id><published>2010-02-01T15:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-02-01T15:03:12.748Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>["Hurt's so good&lt;br /&gt;Come on baby, make it hurt so good.&lt;br /&gt;Sometime love don't feel like it should&lt;br /&gt;You make it hurt so good."]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Mellencamp - Hurts so good&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou a morrer de tédio... &lt;br /&gt;A vontade de desenhar não anda nada de jeito e estou cansada da escola t.t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas adiante, que isto não é tudo más noticias :3 Estamos quase de férias de carnaval (odeio o Carnaval mas serve para dar férias *-*) e ir ao photoshoot e matar saudades daquela gente especial «333&lt;br /&gt;Estou a precisar de mimos (sim sou mimada)&lt;br /&gt;Vou levar a minha maquina cóco e tirar fotos cocos e se ocnseguir vou estar com a pirilampa *_____* Mal posso esperar *-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ando com uns postes estranhos D:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934530454967765888-4023003831677854658?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/4023003831677854658/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2010/02/hurts-so-good-come-on-baby-make-it-hurt.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/4023003831677854658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/4023003831677854658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2010/02/hurts-so-good-come-on-baby-make-it-hurt.html' title=''/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-4568920673234832828</id><published>2010-01-29T23:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-29T23:08:04.753Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoje vou fazer queixas(!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora, tenho umas dores terriveis.&lt;br /&gt;Estou constipada e pelo menos dois meses seguidos.&lt;br /&gt;Está frio.&lt;br /&gt;Pseudo zanguei-me com um amigo meu.&lt;br /&gt;Estou sonolenta.&lt;br /&gt;Não ando com paciência.&lt;br /&gt;Sou uma Emo na sua essência(não sou poser tá? :c)&lt;br /&gt;Tenho sempre as maos geladas.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei que fazer para multimedia.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho trabalhos ate aos cabelos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que é só isso. ena, eu a pensar que era mais ._.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934530454967765888-4568920673234832828?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/4568920673234832828/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2010/01/hoje-vou-fazer-queixas-ora-tenho-umas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/4568920673234832828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/4568920673234832828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2010/01/hoje-vou-fazer-queixas-ora-tenho-umas.html' title=''/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-1188994092448403862</id><published>2010-01-10T00:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-10T00:54:26.383Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="caption"&gt;      &lt;i&gt;["Vou ter de aceitar que vou estar sempre apaixonada por ti..&lt;br /&gt;E não faz mal.&lt;br /&gt;Desde que isso não me impeça de seguir em frente."]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;~Roubei isso de algures, não sei muito bem, já não me lembro.&lt;/b&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/2934530454967765888-1188994092448403862?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/1188994092448403862/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2010/01/vou-ter-de-aceitar-que-vou-estar-sempre.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/1188994092448403862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/1188994092448403862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2010/01/vou-ter-de-aceitar-que-vou-estar-sempre.html' title=''/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-6068889107571155339</id><published>2010-01-02T13:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-02T13:27:48.366Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>~Não vou fazer grandes discursos. Não vou fazer o Balanço deste ano, ou de qualquer outro, não vou dizer que sonhos tenho para o próximo. o meu objectivo é o mesmo de sempre, viver.&lt;br /&gt;Não me vou importar se cair, não me vou importar se me magoar.&lt;br /&gt;Seguir em frente, subir mais um degrau, o resto é passado.&lt;br /&gt;Só digo uma coisa: OBRIGADO a todos os que me fazem sorrir, e esses são realmente IMPORTANTES. E por ELES eu faço TUDO. Vocês sabem quem são, vocês são a razão do meu SORRISO, do meu ORGULHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Feito a 26 de Dezembro de 2009&lt;/i&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/2934530454967765888-6068889107571155339?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/6068889107571155339/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2010/01/nao-vou-fazer-grandes-discursos.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/6068889107571155339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/6068889107571155339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2010/01/nao-vou-fazer-grandes-discursos.html' title=''/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-8986052804266822030</id><published>2009-12-09T23:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-09T23:10:05.301Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Pediste-me para escrever sobre o Natal.. E eu disse-te que já não me fascinava tanto. Então pediste-me para escrever sobre o Inverno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Mas hoje vou escrever sobre ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Entraste na minha vida dia 26 de Agosto de 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Não sabes a força com que entras-te, como me liguei a ti de uma forma tão imediata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Liguei-me imediatamente aos teus textos, relembravam-me tanto duma parte da minha vida :$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Em seguida liguei-me a Ti, a esse teu jeito doce, há tua simpátia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;As conversas seguiram-se, a empatia aumentou, tornaste-te tanto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;És a minha pirilampa. "És a pirilampa que ilumina ao coração"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Eu amo as coisas simples da vida, eu amo ouvir a chuva bater na janela, gosto de cheiro da relva molhada, gosto das ondas que me molham os pés, gosto de sentir a areia entre os dedos, gosto de andar descalça, de sentir o vento na cara, eu amo abraçar o meu ursinho de peluche há noite, eu gosto de chorar no escuro para não me verem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Tu és uma das coisas simples da vida. És alguém que entrou na minha vida com toda a força e devolveu a força ao me sorriso. Dizes que eu colori a tua vida, mas acredita, tu coliriste ainda mais a minha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;A tua força inspira-me, por isso acredita quando te digo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pirilampa iluminas o coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Pirilampa Eu gosto muito de ti «33&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/2934530454967765888-8986052804266822030?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/8986052804266822030/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2009/12/pediste-me-para-escrever-sobre-o-natal.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/8986052804266822030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/8986052804266822030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2009/12/pediste-me-para-escrever-sobre-o-natal.html' title=''/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-5452700461045916184</id><published>2009-12-08T00:28:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-08T00:28:05.842Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Dou-te a minha Despedida&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vais partir dentro em breve.&lt;br /&gt;Este é talvez o último poema&lt;br /&gt;que te dou.&lt;br /&gt;Vais partir deixando um rasto&lt;br /&gt;que um dia seguirei&lt;br /&gt;até encontrar-te.&lt;br /&gt;Restam poucas horas&lt;br /&gt;desta despedida&lt;br /&gt;que vai roendo o coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;~António Joaquim, 8 anos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Colectânea de textos infantis por MAria Rosa Colaço&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934530454967765888-5452700461045916184?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/5452700461045916184/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2009/12/dou-te-minha-despedida-vais-partir.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/5452700461045916184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/5452700461045916184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2009/12/dou-te-minha-despedida-vais-partir.html' title=''/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-1326941547493869240</id><published>2009-12-01T17:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-01T17:46:30.764Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Perfeito&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; adj.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1 &lt;/b&gt;que não tem defeito ou falha; exemplar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2&lt;/b&gt; Completo; acabado;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3&lt;/b&gt; Notável; magistral;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4 &lt;/b&gt;Belo; elegante;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfeito é coisa que não existe... Quanto tempo vais demorar a perceber que é uma palavra sem valor?..&lt;br /&gt;Uma palavra vazia..Desprovida de qualquer sentimento. Uma ilusão que os fracos criam para que a esperança continue viva.&lt;br /&gt;A perfeição anda de mão dada com a ingenuidade, e que como ela desaparece.&lt;br /&gt;No fim a unica coisa que sobra é o que tens, no fim o que sobra é o que gostaria que tivesse sido.&lt;br /&gt;A vida não é perfeita porque nenhum de nós é perfeito.&lt;br /&gt;A vida é o que fazemos dela, a vida é as nossas falhas e defeitos.&lt;br /&gt;Mas sinceramente..Admito que, eu não a queria de outra forma :3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;A Vida não é a prefeição.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;A Vida é a (im)perfeição.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934530454967765888-1326941547493869240?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/1326941547493869240/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2009/12/perfeito-adj.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/1326941547493869240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/1326941547493869240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2009/12/perfeito-adj.html' title=''/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-7354413658227716480</id><published>2009-11-27T20:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-27T20:32:18.735Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gostava de saber porque é que quanto menos queremos saber duma pessoa, mais ela nos aparece na vida, mais nos falam dela, mais nos dizem coisas que nos fazem lembrar dela. É assim tão difícil perceber as palavras "Não quero saber"?&lt;br /&gt;Porque é verdade, não quero, mas não quero mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Que sejam felizes ou infelizes,não me importa. É-me igual.&lt;br /&gt;Falarem-me dessas pessoas, é como se me falassem do tempo...Vazio e Aborrecido.&lt;br /&gt;Aprendem...o que no passado está.. no passado fica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Feito dia 22 de Setembro de 2009&lt;/i&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/2934530454967765888-7354413658227716480?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/7354413658227716480/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2009/11/gostava-de-saber-porque-e-que-quanto.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;O que há em mim é sobretudo cansaço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;O que há em mim é sobretudo cansaço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Não disto nem daquilo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Nem sequer de tudo ou de nada:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Cansaço assim mesmo, ele mesmo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Cansaço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;A subtileza das sensações inúteis,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;As paixões violentas por coisa nenhuma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Os amores intensos por o suposto alguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Essas coisas todas -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Essas e o que faz falta nelas eternamente -;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Tudo isso faz um cansaço,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Este cansaço,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Cansaço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Há sem dúvida quem ame o infinito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Há sem dúvida quem deseje o impossível,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Há sem dúvida quem não queira nada -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Três tipos de idealistas, e eu nenhum deles:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Porque eu amo infinitamente o finito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Porque eu desejo impossivelmente o possível,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Porque eu quero tudo, ou um pouco mais, se puder ser,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Ou até se não puder ser...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;E o resultado?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Para eles a vida vivida ou sonhada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Para eles o sonho sonhado ou vivido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Para eles a média entre tudo e nada, isto é, isto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Para mim só um grande, um profundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;E, ah com que felicidade infecundo, cansaço,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Um supremíssimo cansaço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Íssimo, íssimo. íssimo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Cansaço&lt;i&gt;...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;                      Álvaro de Campos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Este poema, é uma grande parte de mim «3 amei-o *-*&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934530454967765888-3858410368149191063?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/3858410368149191063/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2009/11/o-que-ha-em-mim-e-sobretudo-cansaco-o.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/3858410368149191063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/3858410368149191063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2009/11/o-que-ha-em-mim-e-sobretudo-cansaco-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-3595542003540223828</id><published>2009-10-05T00:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T00:08:19.962+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Para Sempre</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Eu pensei em 1000 palavras para escrever aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Para dizer o quanto &lt;b&gt;preciso de ti&lt;/b&gt; na minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;O quanto tu és &lt;b&gt;importante&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Por muitas coisas que as palavras possam explicar, nenhuma delas consegue mostrar aquilo por que passamos juntas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Os momentos &lt;i&gt;tristes&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Os momentos &lt;i&gt;felizes&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Os momentos&lt;i&gt; perversos&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Os momentos &lt;i&gt;carinhosos&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Os momentos &lt;i&gt;estúpidos&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Os momentos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Momentos. Memórias. &lt;b&gt;Que nunca vou esquecer.&lt;/b&gt; Nunca os vou tirar do meu coração. Aconteça o que acontecer. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sabes... mesmo quando achas que tudo está mal. Que o mundo te virou as costas. Que ninguém quer saber de ti... Basta procurares-me. Sabes que eu estarei aqui sempre que precisares. Sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Devo-te a minha felicidade. Ensinaste-me a ser mais sincera. A libertar mais os meus sentimentos. E graças a isso sou feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sou a pessoa mais feliz do mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tenho-te como amiga, como podia não o ser?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll109/sTa2009/thfriend.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll109/sTa2009/thfriend.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Para sempre tua,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Iris Gomes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;lt;3&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/2934530454967765888-3595542003540223828?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/3595542003540223828/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2009/10/para-sempre.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/3595542003540223828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/3595542003540223828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2009/10/para-sempre.html' title='Para Sempre'/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-4896073495534539898</id><published>2009-09-21T20:30:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T20:40:10.521+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/SrfU16alfFI/AAAAAAAAAJE/AnJmqVHdZnM/s1600-h/userlay318417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/SrfU16alfFI/AAAAAAAAAJE/AnJmqVHdZnM/s200/userlay318417.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384005902223637586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quero um beijinho na bochecha, uma festa no rosto, um abraço forte, o sussurro do "amo-te" no ouvido.&lt;br /&gt;Quero sentir as borboletas no estômago quero voar sem asas.&lt;br /&gt;Quero o é para sempre mesmo que seja mentira.&lt;br /&gt;Quero um sonho. &lt;br /&gt;Quero que gritei o "odeio-te" contra mim. Quero o calor duma chamada de raiva. Quero morder o lábio com raiva. Quero olhar-te nos olhos e chorar de raiva.&lt;br /&gt;Quero que destruas o é para sempre.&lt;br /&gt;quero um pesadelo.&lt;br /&gt;Quero alguma coisa.&lt;br /&gt;Não quero mais isto. Já chega, não quero, não quero.&lt;br /&gt;Não quero a dor de quando te vejo, nem a alegria de quando me abraças, não quero ter que me esforçar para não te beijar para não te dizer que és tudo.&lt;br /&gt;Quero-te fora daqui, quero-te fora da vista, quero-te fora do coração.&lt;br /&gt;Já não consigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que texto mais idiota.&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/2934530454967765888-4896073495534539898?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/4896073495534539898/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2009/09/quero-um-beijinho-na-bochecha-uma-festa.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/4896073495534539898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/4896073495534539898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2009/09/quero-um-beijinho-na-bochecha-uma-festa.html' title=''/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/SrfU16alfFI/AAAAAAAAAJE/AnJmqVHdZnM/s72-c/userlay318417.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-1039651535011088814</id><published>2009-08-25T23:54:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T23:56:30.799+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apesar dos textos cócós x3&lt;br /&gt;Tenho uma informação a dar :'D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sou Feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:15%;" &gt;e TU não. ahah .|.&lt;/span&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/2934530454967765888-1039651535011088814?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/1039651535011088814/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2009/08/apesar-dos-textos-cocos-x3-tenho-uma.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/1039651535011088814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/1039651535011088814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2009/08/apesar-dos-textos-cocos-x3-tenho-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-3862645425275911476</id><published>2009-08-22T16:25:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T16:33:59.119+01:00</updated><title type='text'>50</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As palavras descem rio a baixo...&lt;br /&gt;As palavras custam a sair.&lt;br /&gt;O coração custa a bater.&lt;br /&gt;A vida custa a viver.&lt;br /&gt;Custa respirar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixei a esperança cair no esquecimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Deixei as palavras descerem rio abaixo.&lt;br /&gt;Deixei a alma afogar-se na mágoa.&lt;br /&gt;Temo que já não me sobre nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934530454967765888-3862645425275911476?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/3862645425275911476/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2009/08/50.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/3862645425275911476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/3862645425275911476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2009/08/50.html' title='50'/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-1887547231834924029</id><published>2009-07-23T23:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T23:13:06.199+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fisicolouco.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/giz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 152px;" src="http://fisicolouco.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/giz.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peguei num pau de giz e fiz um risco na calçada.&lt;br /&gt;Sem qualquer objectivo.&lt;br /&gt;Era um risco sem vida, sem propósito, era um risco e p(r)onto.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sorri, sem razão alguma, mas a ideia de riscar a calçada cm um pau de giz divertia-me.&lt;br /&gt;Fiz um risco e mais outro, e outro e outro.&lt;br /&gt;E sorri ainda mais, vi (re)nascer em mim..ou talvez nos riscos coloridos na calçada..A inocência da criança que guardei no meu ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Foi bom sorrir.&lt;br /&gt;Foi bom o despertar...&lt;br /&gt;...Da criança adormecida.&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/2934530454967765888-1887547231834924029?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/1887547231834924029/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2009/07/peguei-num-pau-de-giz-e-fiz-um-risco-na.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/1887547231834924029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/1887547231834924029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2009/07/peguei-num-pau-de-giz-e-fiz-um-risco-na.html' title=''/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-659640735365064328</id><published>2009-06-30T23:19:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T23:34:49.538+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Foi num segundo em que as tuas delicadas mãos se abriram e mostraram o que seguravam a tanto tempo com algum carinho... algo ainda mais delicado, um coração de cristal, tão frágil, brilhante e puro.&lt;br /&gt;Foi num segundo que separas-te as tuas mãos delicadas e o deixas-te cair no chão.&lt;br /&gt;Foi num segundo, que pareceu eterno, que eu vi, que tu vistes... O coração cair no chão, viste-o partir-se em mil pedaço, fragmentar-se, emoções, palavras, vidas memórias.&lt;br /&gt;Foi num segundo que uma vida se fragmentou.&lt;br /&gt;Foi num segundo que as lágrimas me escorregaram pela face, que a dor me invadiu o peito vazio.&lt;br /&gt;Foi num segundo que viras-te as costas.. não pedis-te desculpa, não dizes-te adeus.&lt;br /&gt;Foi num segundo que aquilo que te tinha dado, tudo o que te tinha dado.. tudo o que me era mais precioso se destruí-o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Foi num segundo.&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/2934530454967765888-659640735365064328?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/659640735365064328/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2009/06/foi-num-segundo-em-que-as-tuas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/659640735365064328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/659640735365064328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2009/06/foi-num-segundo-em-que-as-tuas.html' title=''/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-637034049080140793</id><published>2009-06-29T20:47:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T20:54:31.881+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tenho dores.&lt;br /&gt;É a dor de não vos ter aqui.&lt;br /&gt;É a dor de ter sido tão cega.&lt;br /&gt;É a dor da dar o passo em frente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É a dor de cair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;É a dor de ferida não curadas.&lt;br /&gt;É a dor do passado inacabado.&lt;br /&gt;É a dor do futuro enublado.&lt;br /&gt;É a dor da dormência.&lt;br /&gt;É a dor da inutilidade.&lt;br /&gt;É a dor do cansaço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As dores são muitas..&lt;br /&gt;A pessoa é uma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dia mau, só isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934530454967765888-637034049080140793?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/637034049080140793/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2009/06/tenho-dores.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/637034049080140793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/637034049080140793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2009/06/tenho-dores.html' title=''/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-6315417702486794453</id><published>2009-06-15T01:24:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T01:28:09.838+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Há dias em que acho que nasci para morrer, Há outro dias em que acho que nasci para viver E outros ainda Que nasci para viver e morrer. A verdade é que não sei porque nasci. Faço muitas vezes essa pergunta "porquê que nasci?" Foi para morrer? para viver? para viver e morrer? Foi para ajudar? ser ajudada? Ajudar e ser ajudada? Há muita gente que diz que não vive sem mim, e eu pergunto é verdade? O que, se eu morre-se, morriam também? Duvido que isso acontece-se, por mais que nos custe admitir, ninguém é insubstituível, sim há uns mais difíceis outros mais fáceis, mas no fim no fim, todos são substituíveis, Quando um alguém desaparece outro alguém toma o seu lugar até que o volte a abandonar de novo. suponho que no coração ficam todos, suponho que no coração ninguém é esquecido nem substituído, todos têm o seu lugar certo..Mas na vida e na mente? Ai duvido. A mente esquece a vida apaga, é demasiado curta, demasiado grande, não importa, a vida é a vida.E a vida apaga. O coração não esquece, mas a vida apaga, pessoas memórias, momentos, palavras, conversas, sorrisos,lágrimas, A vida apaga uma&lt;br /&gt;outra vida. Portanto, acho que eu nasci para viver e morrer, só vou é viver uma vida, a outra? a outra a vida apagou. Talvez noutro tempo, noutro espaço, noutra mente. Porque a vida Apaga. As vezes não apaga é o que é preciso. Mas apaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pagada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sinto falta desta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pagada&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/2934530454967765888-6315417702486794453?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/6315417702486794453/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2009/06/ha-dias-em-que-acho-que-nasci-para.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/6315417702486794453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/6315417702486794453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2009/06/ha-dias-em-que-acho-que-nasci-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-8933587485270145967</id><published>2009-06-06T20:58:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T21:06:21.182+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"As pessoas que deixam de quer em Deus e na bondade ainda continuam a acreditar no Diabo.Não sei por quê. Não, na realidade sei porquê. O mal é sempre possível. E o bem é eternamente difícil."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Entrevista Com o Vampiro, Anne Rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;uero escrever, mas não sei o que escrever, é isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934530454967765888-8933587485270145967?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/8933587485270145967/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2009/06/as-pessoas-que-deixam-de-quer-em-deus-e.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/8933587485270145967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/8933587485270145967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2009/06/as-pessoas-que-deixam-de-quer-em-deus-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-7008104523179548526</id><published>2009-05-23T21:08:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T22:39:13.738+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Houve tanto que ficou por dizer.&lt;br /&gt;Só queria voltar atrás, voltar a ter-te para mim, voltar a dizer o quanto te amo, voltar a ter os teus mimos, voltar a ter os teus beijos.&lt;br /&gt;Não posso, o tempo não volta atrás. eu tentei tantas vezes voltar a ter-te junto de mim, aprendi que não é possível. Que és Aquele alguém que nunca poderei ter.&lt;br /&gt;És o tesouro mais precioso que tenho entre mãos.&lt;br /&gt;És quem têm mais de mim. És tanto, atrevia-me a dizer demasiado,. mas não quero, porque nunca o serás.&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu pergunto-me tantas vezes...porquê? porquê que tinhas que partir? porquê é que tinhas que me partir? Eu tentei manter-me firme..fria.. Tentei fingir que não importava que não ia doer, que não tinha ciumes, que era uma fase, que ia passar. Agarrei-me a isso. Tentei odiar-te tentei ter raiva de ti. Mas não resultou, nada resultou. continuas aqui intacto, como da primeira vez.&lt;br /&gt;Vi-te Fugires entre as minhas mãos vezes e vezes sem conta... Eu não lutei o suficiente, não gritei, não te agarrei o suficiente. Convenci-me que não me interessava onde fosses feliz desde que fosses feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Mas que queria partilhar a minha felicidade contigo. Eu queria a tua felicidade comigo.&lt;br /&gt;Queria que a nossa felicidade existisse. Queria-te mais que tudo, quero-te mais que tudo.&lt;br /&gt;Convenci-me de que és feliz. Convenço-me de que és feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Há dias em que parece que gritas entre linhas que não o és, que precisas que te salvem, e no entanto... E no entanto já não sei se oiço a verdade.&lt;br /&gt;Queria entrar no teu jardim de novo.. queria que entrasses no meu de novo e visses que continuas lá, igual ao primeiro dia.&lt;br /&gt;Queria que não tivesse ficado tanto por dizer e no entanto quero que continue assim, porque assim assim posso ter sempre uma parte de ti.&lt;br /&gt;Para mim és e serás sempre o meu eterno Tesouro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Custa saber que és a minha pior forma de amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Custa saber que nunca te terei como no passado.&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/2934530454967765888-7008104523179548526?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/7008104523179548526/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2009/05/houve-tanto-que-ficou-por-dizer.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/7008104523179548526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/7008104523179548526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2009/05/houve-tanto-que-ficou-por-dizer.html' title=''/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-6113577835835240291</id><published>2009-05-13T16:47:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T17:04:19.607+01:00</updated><title type='text'>É Da Béé</title><content type='html'>Não quero uma utopia.&lt;br /&gt;Não quero a perfeição.&lt;br /&gt;Não quero sequer o felizes para sempre.&lt;br /&gt;Quero o sorriso especial.&lt;br /&gt;Quero a gotas da chuva na cara.&lt;br /&gt;Quero o chocolate a derreter na boca.&lt;br /&gt;Quero o cheiro a erva fresca.&lt;br /&gt;Quero uma noite quente.&lt;br /&gt;Quero um dia de praia.&lt;br /&gt;Quero um momento, vários momentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heio&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt; de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;oração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;arinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;orte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt; de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;eliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;orriso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;mizade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;mor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Quero Te feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Fazes parte De mim Béé.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A tua felicidade é minha também.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;~Ana Johnson-Don't cry for pain~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934530454967765888-6113577835835240291?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/6113577835835240291/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2009/05/e-da-bee.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/6113577835835240291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/6113577835835240291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2009/05/e-da-bee.html' title='É Da Béé'/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-4810176578148637451</id><published>2009-04-27T12:02:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T12:11:45.230+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Para ti «3</title><content type='html'>Sei que nem sempre sou fácil de aturar, sei que nem sempre digo as coisas certas, sei que nem sempre consigo ser o que precisas que eu seja, sei que nem sempre faço o correcto, sei que nem sempre estou lá para ti.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que mesmo sendo a tua melhor, parece-me(e talvez pareça-te) que as vezes não dou o melhor, e por isso peço desculpa.&lt;br /&gt;Peço desculpa pelos abraços que não te dei, pelos beijinhos que não te dei, pelas palavras que precisas-te de ouvir e eu não te dei, desculpa-me sim?&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu amo-te, acredita, amo-te mesmo. És mais que um amigo, mais que um melhor amigo, mais que um pseudo namorado, é mais. És um irmão. ÉS o meu irmão, não és de sangue, és mais forte que isso, porque és meus irmão sem laços de sangue.&lt;br /&gt;Já nos tentaram separar, ja nos zangamos, ja nos preocupamos, já choramos, já rimos. &lt;br /&gt;E continuas cá, e eu continuo cá, e NÓS continuamos cá.&lt;br /&gt;E sinto que ainda temos tanto para descobrir um do outro como no primeiro dia :3&lt;br /&gt;Eu já te disse isto, mas se fosse diferente, eu sem duvida que te papava 8DD e eras meu e só meu muahaha »D Estou a brincar.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo assim, tu és meu :C E has-de ser sempre. Tu és o MEU MELHOR AMIGO, tu e só tu :c e inguém vai mudar, por muito que tenham tentado, ou tentem. Hey os irmãos ficam unidos para sempre :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;É amor de irmão, é para sempre «33&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/2934530454967765888-4810176578148637451?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/4810176578148637451/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2009/04/para-ti-3.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/4810176578148637451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/4810176578148637451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2009/04/para-ti-3.html' title='Para ti «3'/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-3942467499649415914</id><published>2009-04-26T00:05:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T00:47:19.227+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;25 de Abril de 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A noite está razoável, acabei de jantar, o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Melhor Amigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;(Paulo) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;já está no meu quarto para irmos para o seixal, o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Gonçalo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; aparece pouco depois, enfiamos-nos no carro e ai vamos nós, paragem Seixal. No meio do caminho apanhamos uma operação &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(ja depois de uma chamada da irmã do Gonçalo das mensagens da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Shinobu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; e das conversas por sms com o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Miguel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;). A operação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; Stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; corre bem, tirando a minha mãe ter-se esquecido do seguro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;:x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. Lá vamaos nós para o seixal, eu ia ver a minha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Sarita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, tinha os nervos aos pulinhos, fomos até ao parque não a achamos.. Tava a tentar mandar um kolmi(o telemovel não queria funcionar) finalmente deu, ela ligou-me, disse que ia lá ter, mas desencontramo-nos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;;_;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; não estive com ela.&lt;br /&gt;Mas até que a noite compensou. Os Xutos, o fogo de artificio(foi bom para gozar), O gajinhos mijões, as conversas do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Paulo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; com o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Luna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, as minhas sms com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Shi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Miguel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; e o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Paulo&lt;/span&gt; a queixarem-se do frio. As minhas maluquices a vinda para cá. Os chungás (mén's) e os niggas (mén's) Foi do melhor &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;*-* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;obrigada people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; são os melhores &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;*-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;26 de Abril de 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;MELHOR AMIGO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; faz anos hoje(mais o meu avô). Eu comprei um presente para o M.A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;*-*&lt;/span&gt; Espero que ele goste.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melhor amigo, eu amo-te tanto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;«3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Não consigo viver sem ti, és mesmo vida :3 Obrigada por todo o apoio, por estares sempre, mesmo sempre lá, obrigado por me dizeres tudo na cara, obrigada por todos os momentos, obrigada obrigada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt; *-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Tenho tanto orgulho em ti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Em tudo o que és, no que foste e no que te has-de tornar.&lt;br /&gt;Não me importa quantas turras, quantas discussões tenha-mos porque acabamos smepre por ficar junto, aguentar firme, mesmo quando nos tentam separa com mentiras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Amo-te Paulo Jorge Viegas Mendes.&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/2934530454967765888-3942467499649415914?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/3942467499649415914/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2009/04/25-de-abril-de-2009-noite-esta-razoavel.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/3942467499649415914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/3942467499649415914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2009/04/25-de-abril-de-2009-noite-esta-razoavel.html' title=''/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-1385708978477771646</id><published>2009-04-17T17:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T17:55:43.440+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tornaste-te algo mais.&lt;br /&gt;És o bom dia, um raio de sol que entra pela janela&lt;br /&gt;És o cheiro a erva fresca.&lt;br /&gt;És a primeira gota de chuva.&lt;br /&gt;És a onda mais calma.&lt;br /&gt;És o vento mais relaxante.&lt;br /&gt;És a vida mais feliz.&lt;br /&gt;És alguém imperfeito, és alguém que tem as suas teimas e defeitos, mas és alguém com quem gosto de viver, de olhar, ouvir,cheirar, saborear... As palavras, os momentos. A vida.&lt;br /&gt;És alguém que te tornas-te algo mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ensina-me a amar de novo &lt;3&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/2934530454967765888-1385708978477771646?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/1385708978477771646/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2009/04/tornaste-te-algo-mais.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/1385708978477771646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/1385708978477771646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2009/04/tornaste-te-algo-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-8104984194332826251</id><published>2009-04-10T19:43:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T20:45:42.627+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mais uma noite em que o sono teima em não aparecer, enrosco-me em mim mesma em busca do calor que ficou por sentir.&lt;br /&gt;No escuro, em que os pensamentos desapareceram oiço o tic tac do relógio, perco a vida a ouvir os segundos a passar. Olho a parede, espero encontrar respostas as perguntas invisíveis que a mente supostamente vazia, grita, esperneia, geme para ver respondidas.&lt;br /&gt;tic tac tic tac...Mais uns segundos, mais uma vida, mais perguntas, menos respostas.&lt;br /&gt;sufoco em mim mesma, procuro desesperadamente calar as perguntas que a mente faz, procuro desesperadamente que o corpo adormeça, e a mente cale.&lt;br /&gt;tic tac tic tac...O som cada vez mais ecoa na minha cabeça, torna-se irritante, ainda mais sufocante.&lt;br /&gt;Mais do que as vozes, mais que o frio, mais que o escuro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;texto velhinho x3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934530454967765888-8104984194332826251?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-5258367626825153148</id><published>2009-04-01T12:27:00.013+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T00:56:17.025+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Choras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; nos dias em que o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;sol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;brilha.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/SdNVG6Ej6YI/AAAAAAAAAH0/F9h6B853vd8/s1600-h/tears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 276px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/SdNVG6Ej6YI/AAAAAAAAAH0/F9h6B853vd8/s320/tears.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319689162010651010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Choras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; nos dias em que a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;chuva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; cai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Choras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;felicidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Choras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;tristeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Choras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; com a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Choras &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;com a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;morte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Choras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; por &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;aquilo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; fizeste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Choras &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;por aquilo que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;poderias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; ter feito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Choras &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;por aquilo que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;não &lt;/span&gt;fizeste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Choras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; por aquilo que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;devias&lt;/span&gt; ter feito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Choras &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;pelo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Passado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, pelo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Presente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, pelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; Futuro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Choras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;razão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Choras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;sem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;razão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A única diferença de mim para ti?&lt;br /&gt;É que eu choro por ti(...)&lt;br /&gt;E tu não choras por mim(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Fonseca-Someone that cannot love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You locked up your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You wake up with tears and stars in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You gave it all to someone that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cannot love you back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Your days are packed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;With wishes and hopes for the love that you've got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You waste it all to someone that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cannot love you back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Someone that cannot love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Love, ain't this enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You push yourself down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You try to take confort in words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They cannot love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't waste them like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cus they'll bruise you more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You secretly made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Castles of sand that you hide in the shade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But you cannot hold the tides that break them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And you build them all over again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You talk all these words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You make conversations that cannot be heard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How long until you notice that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No one is answering back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Someone that cannot love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Love, ain't this enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You push yourself down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You try to take comfort in words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They cannot love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't waste them like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cus they'll bruise you more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Someone that cannot love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Love, love, ain't this enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pushing around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To find little comfort in words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well they cannot love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't waste them like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cus they'll bruise you more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You know they\'ll bruise you more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Words they will hurt you more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Words they will hurt you more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes they\'ll bruise you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Someone that cannot love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Someone that cannot love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width: 300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/ckGymBhi3Z"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/ckGymBhi3Z" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934530454967765888-5258367626825153148?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/5258367626825153148/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2009/04/choras-nos-dias-em-que-o-sol-brilha.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/5258367626825153148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/5258367626825153148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2009/04/choras-nos-dias-em-que-o-sol-brilha.html' title=''/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/SdNVG6Ej6YI/AAAAAAAAAH0/F9h6B853vd8/s72-c/tears.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-8745449068163309904</id><published>2009-03-30T23:19:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T23:46:37.111+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/SdFIx7Prn4I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/bC_eIZAju5o/s1600-h/ANGEL3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 203px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/SdFIx7Prn4I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/bC_eIZAju5o/s320/ANGEL3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319112657455521666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fico a remoer os decepções que supostamente dou.&lt;br /&gt;Fico a remoer cá por dentro o porquê de decepcionar assim tanto.&lt;br /&gt;Admitamos, sei que ninguém é perfeito, sei que não posso agradar a todos e sei que hei-de sempre decepcionar alguém, por mais que queira agradar, por mais que queira ser perfeita aos olhos do outros(o que sei bem que não sou, nem consigo, nem sequer conseguirei ser).&lt;br /&gt;Mas afinal ficam decepcionados porquê? eu alguma vez disse algo que vos fizesse criar essas expectativas, essas ilusões acerca de mim? Eu alguma vez disse que não fazia alguma coisa? alguma vez prometi fazer aquilo e não cumpri? Na verdade acho que não.&lt;br /&gt;Olhando bem, até o posso ter feito, mas olhando bem, vocês também o fizeram, vezes e vezes sem conta.&lt;br /&gt;Não sabem quantas vezes doeu.&lt;br /&gt;Não sabem o quanto doeu.&lt;br /&gt;Mas que doeu, doeu, e continua a doer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Falam vocês de decepções..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mas não vêem o quanto decepcionado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...anda o meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font style: italic;" style="font style: underline;"&gt;Winter sleep - Olivia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/sYLE75KDc3"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/sYLE75KDc3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934530454967765888-8745449068163309904?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/8745449068163309904/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2009/03/fico-remoer-os-desapontamentos-que.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/8745449068163309904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/8745449068163309904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2009/03/fico-remoer-os-desapontamentos-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/SdFIx7Prn4I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/bC_eIZAju5o/s72-c/ANGEL3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-501716467913402836</id><published>2009-03-21T21:15:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-03-21T21:34:30.832Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>- Vais dizer-me que é para sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;~ Vou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Vais mentir então.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;~ Não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Podes olhar-me nos olhos e dizer que nada vai mudar, que vamos ficar assim para sempre, que nada nos vai separar nem destruir? Podes olhar-me nos olhos e prometer-me que é para sempre?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;~Posso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sabes que uma promessa não pode ser quebrada certo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;~ Sim,sei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mesmo assim podes promete-lo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;~ Sim, posso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- És um tolo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;~ Porquê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Porque não me podes cumprir essa promessa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;~ Claro que posso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Não, não podes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;~ Porquê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Porque nada dura para sempre, porque há sempre alguma coisa que muda, tu mudas, eu mudo. Podes até olhar-me nos olhos hoje e prometeres-me que é para sempre. Mas no fundo sabes que não é, no fundo sabes que eu sei que não é. Porque sabes bem lá no fundo que me estás a mentir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;~ Não estou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dizes isso agora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;~ Vou dizer sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sempre?*sorri*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;~ Sim sempre.&lt;/span&gt; - Não podes, mas digo-te uma coisa, quando acabar eu sei que ao menos um dia foste capaz de dizer que era para sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;~ Amas-me?&lt;/span&gt; - Sim, claro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;~ É para sempre?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;~ Estás a mentir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;~ Eu também não estou a mentir quando digo que é para sempre. Tu...Eu..Nós. É para sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/ScVczI1YoCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/UbAK3AgkCuY/s1600-h/20-03-2009+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/ScVczI1YoCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/UbAK3AgkCuY/s200/20-03-2009+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315756968795217954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Podes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; dizer-m&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; que é para &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;sempre&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Podes&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;olhar-me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; nos olhos e &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;prometer&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Ou vais &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;olhar-me&lt;/span&gt; nos olhos e &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;mentir-me&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934530454967765888-501716467913402836?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/501716467913402836/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2009/03/vais-dizer-me-que-e-para-sempre.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/501716467913402836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/501716467913402836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2009/03/vais-dizer-me-que-e-para-sempre.html' title=''/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/ScVczI1YoCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/UbAK3AgkCuY/s72-c/20-03-2009+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-5313635404911896238</id><published>2009-03-12T19:44:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-12T19:56:45.396Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Restart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Vou dizer o meu nome uma vez mais, vou olhar-me ao espelho e ver a minha Cara, ver a Minha alma, Vou apanhar os cacos dum coração partido, vou limpar as memórias de mágoa, vou apagar as pessoas erradas, vou pregar nas paredes da alma o meu novo eu.&lt;br /&gt;Alguém mais vivo, mais puro, mais forte, mais verdadeiro, mais directo, mais eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Esta vida é minha e apenas minha, acompanhas-me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Esta vida é minha e apenas minha. Vamos brincar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Esta vida é minha e apenas minha.Deixo-te entrar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Esta vida é minha e apenas minha. Deixo-te amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Esta vida é minha e apenas minha.Deixo-te ficar.&lt;br /&gt;Não me tentes escaldar, porque sais escaldado.&lt;br /&gt;Medo? Medo é para desistentes.&lt;br /&gt;E eu luto todos os dias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934530454967765888-5313635404911896238?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/5313635404911896238/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2009/03/restart-vou-dizer-o-meu-nome-uma-vez.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/5313635404911896238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/5313635404911896238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2009/03/restart-vou-dizer-o-meu-nome-uma-vez.html' title=''/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-267939334291061017</id><published>2009-01-21T20:42:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-21T20:45:47.498Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Perdi as minhas palavras bonitas, caíram por terra no dia em que me roubas-te o coração.&lt;br /&gt;Com toda essa doçura, com todo esse amor que me dás, que me deste, que me darás.&lt;br /&gt;Todos os sonhos que quero viver contigo. Todos os momentos, quero viver uma vida contigo.&lt;br /&gt;Quero-te só para mim, quero esses amo-te's, esses abraços, só para mim. Sim estou a ser egoísta, mas quero-te só para mim e ponto.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada por seres quem és, Minha Melhor Amiga «3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934530454967765888-267939334291061017?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/267939334291061017/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2009/01/perdi-as-minhas-palavras-bonitas-caram.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/267939334291061017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/267939334291061017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2009/01/perdi-as-minhas-palavras-bonitas-caram.html' title=''/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-2277762742666311100</id><published>2009-01-16T22:20:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-16T22:25:50.071Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/SXEJJKD2GmI/AAAAAAAAAG0/rQ0GjjF33B0/s1600-h/278986292.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/SXEJJKD2GmI/AAAAAAAAAG0/rQ0GjjF33B0/s320/278986292.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292021090060999266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Farta duma vida de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;talvez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Talvez &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;eu possa ir. Eu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;talvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; o ame. Não sei, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;talvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; seja melhor assim.&lt;br /&gt;Estou simplesmente farta de tantos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;talvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Passam a vida fechados no mundo dos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;talvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, agarrados a uma insegurança tão esmagadora e deprimente que nos deixa a preto e branco.&lt;br /&gt;Digam Sim ou digam não, uma vez na vida, tenham confiança, tenham capacidade de aguentar com o poder de dizer Sim ou Não e arcar com as consequências.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;O mundo de talvez é simplesmente estúpido .|. &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/2934530454967765888-2277762742666311100?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/2277762742666311100/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2009/01/farta-duma-vida-de-talvez.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/2277762742666311100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/2277762742666311100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2009/01/farta-duma-vida-de-talvez.html' title=''/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/SXEJJKD2GmI/AAAAAAAAAG0/rQ0GjjF33B0/s72-c/278986292.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-1783915176261066117</id><published>2009-01-05T20:00:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-01-05T20:04:27.917Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não ando com cabeça, não ando com paciência, simplesmente não ando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não esotu cansada, não estou abatida, simplesmente estou a curar-me dum vicio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim a net é um vício e eu vou parar de vir cá tantas vezes, é só isso x.x'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sem&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;tempo&lt;/span&gt; para..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/SWJnkBq8zlI/AAAAAAAAAGs/E4DkbEoyaeM/s1600-h/th_clock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/SWJnkBq8zlI/AAAAAAAAAGs/E4DkbEoyaeM/s320/th_clock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287902781107916370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ver&lt;/span&gt; o &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tempo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;a passar.&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/2934530454967765888-1783915176261066117?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/1783915176261066117/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-ando-com-cabea-no-ando-com-pacincia.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/1783915176261066117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/1783915176261066117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-ando-com-cabea-no-ando-com-pacincia.html' title=''/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/SWJnkBq8zlI/AAAAAAAAAGs/E4DkbEoyaeM/s72-c/th_clock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-5681464272275952520</id><published>2008-12-22T23:12:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-22T23:19:49.047Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Faltam dois dias para o Natal, e verdade seja dita nunca pedi tanto que um natal passa-se tão rápido como o deste ano. Tudo isto em volta do natal me irrita. Os cânticos as correrias dos presentes, as festas, os doces, os sorrisos, as prendas frias. Esta hipocrisia, este cinismo, é tão irritante, consegue pôr-me pior do que já estou.&lt;br /&gt;Sim, estou completamente irritadiça, cansada, fartinha, mas sobretudo? Tenho saudades.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho saudades de quando o meu avô estava vivo. Tenho Saudades das conversas, tenho saudades das palavras, de me enroscar no seu colo e ouvir o seu coração bater, ouvir o eco da sua voz quando falava, tenho saudades de ler os postai que mandava sobre as suas viagens, tenho saudades das dormidas em sua casa. Tenho saudades de tudo. Tenho saudades De quando ele, na véspera de natal, desaparecia um pouco antes da meia noite e ia vestir o seu fato de pai natal. Talvez seja por isso que agora não gosto do natal, Tenho um vazio dentro de mim, nesta altura do ano. este ano não chorei, mas não sei o  que vai acontecer no dia de natal, espero que não chore. Pelo menos não o quero fazer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peço desculpa pelo texto confuso, acho que também me sinto confusa.&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/2934530454967765888-5681464272275952520?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/5681464272275952520/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2008/12/faltam-dois-dias-para-o-natal-e-verdade.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/5681464272275952520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/5681464272275952520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2008/12/faltam-dois-dias-para-o-natal-e-verdade.html' title=''/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-7479211867665033611</id><published>2008-12-16T16:21:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-16T16:24:57.061Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Estou morta, sim estou morta. Talvez seja apenas exagerada, mas estou morta. Não por fora, mas por dentro. Sinto uma dor constante no peito e a cabeça parece que vai explodir, doi-me os olhos de tanto chorar...Quero ir embora, quero ir e não mais voltar, quero ir para o infinito onde tudo se encontra, quero ir para o passado onde as palavras não me magoavam, quero ir para o passado e apagar-te da minha vida. Quero ir embora e nunca mais voltar, quero ir para o vazio, para a escuridão, para aquele meu mundinho que sempre me ajudou. Quero afogar-me nele, não quero que me digam para ter força não quero que me digam que ovu consegui ultrapassar isto, não quero, quero apenas ir e não mais voltar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934530454967765888-7479211867665033611?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/7479211867665033611/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2008/12/estou-morta-sim-estou-morta.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/7479211867665033611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/7479211867665033611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2008/12/estou-morta-sim-estou-morta.html' title=''/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-1937653661320329023</id><published>2008-12-14T23:35:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-14T23:50:22.322Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aceitei o desafia da Allie. Aviso já que não sou a melhor pessoa a dar presnetes, mas vou tentar o meu melhor. Aqui vai :'D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para a Allie um bilhete de avião para ir ter com Tim Burton e um pacote de pipocas :'3&lt;br /&gt;Para a Shinobu é claro uma bandana e a felicidade «3&lt;br /&gt;Para a Iris um dildo cor-de-rosa choque e um yu.&lt;br /&gt;Para a Pim a sara com um laço gigante e uma abobora cizenta.&lt;br /&gt;Para o Gonçalo um cosplay de neji e uma amiga de volta.&lt;br /&gt;Para o Miguel um curso de fotográfia e um skate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por agora é tudo x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934530454967765888-1937653661320329023?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/1937653661320329023/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2008/12/aceitei-o-desafia-da-allie.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/1937653661320329023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/1937653661320329023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2008/12/aceitei-o-desafia-da-allie.html' title=''/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-5504040755525407303</id><published>2008-12-09T15:51:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:19:48.461Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;- O Amor morreu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- Porquê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;- Apenas morreu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- Acreditas nisso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;- Sim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Ele levou o dedos até o coração dela e disse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- Se ele viver aqui então não terá morrido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;- Ele morreu ai. Ele morreu ai e não volta mais, ele morreu para sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- Tens saudades?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;- Muitas. Demais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- Vais fazer com que ele volte, com que ele viva para sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;- Não consigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- Consegues sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;- Como?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- Tu vais descobrir uma maneira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;- Porquê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- Porque se o amor morrer, tu vais sentir saudades. E eu vou morrer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;- Porquê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- Porque te amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;- Amas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- Sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;- Como podes saber?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- Porque o meu coração me diz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;- O teu coração não mente?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- Não, o meu coração nunca mente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;- E se mentir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- Não mente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;- Como sabes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- Apenas sei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;- Então se que o fizer viver,Ajudas-me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- Sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;- Como é o amor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- Apenas tu sabes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;- Acho que o meu coração diz Amo-te. É verdade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- Só tu podes saber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;- E se o meu coração mentir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- O teu coração não mente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;- O meu coração não é igual ao teu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- Eu sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;- Sabes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- Sei, sei que têm muita dor... mas eu vou apaga-la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;- Vais?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- Sim, acreditas em mim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;- Sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- Então isso basta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;- Acreditar em ti?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- Não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;- Então no quê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- Acreditar no Nós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;- Eu acredito no Nós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- Então tu amas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;- Amo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- Sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;- Então vou fazê-lo viver para sempre, se ficares do meu lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- Eu fico, para sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; Para Sempre? não podes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- Posso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;- Não, para sempre é muito tempo. E tempo nós não temos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- O tempo somos nós que o fazemos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;- Sim mas ele acaba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- Para Nós? Nunca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934530454967765888-5504040755525407303?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/5504040755525407303/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2008/12/morreu.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/5504040755525407303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/5504040755525407303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2008/12/morreu.html' title=''/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-2734123922215185911</id><published>2008-11-29T23:22:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:47:53.908Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já te pedi&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; desculpa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não&lt;/span&gt; me podes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;culpar&lt;/span&gt; por &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; querer uma &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;mentira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quebrei-te&lt;/span&gt; o &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;coração&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Mas &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; foi &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fácil &lt;/span&gt;para mim dizer &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;acabou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só que &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;amo&lt;/span&gt; a minha&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; liberdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Palavras&lt;/span&gt; como &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Nunca &lt;/span&gt;ou&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Sempre&lt;/span&gt; são &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;perigosas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elas &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;assustam-me&lt;/span&gt; e não gosto de as dizer.&lt;br /&gt;A palavra &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;amo-te&lt;/span&gt; essa foi &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;verdadeira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Não te digo que percebas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Só te digo que não me julgues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;If you lie, you don't deserve to have friends&lt;br /&gt;If you lie you don't deserve to have them.&lt;br /&gt;If you lie you don't deserve to have friends&lt;br /&gt;If you lie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/yl9jvbpmCi"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/yl9jvbpmCi" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934530454967765888-2734123922215185911?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/2734123922215185911/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2008/11/j-te-pedi-desculpa-no-me-podes-culpar.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/2734123922215185911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/2734123922215185911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2008/11/j-te-pedi-desculpa-no-me-podes-culpar.html' title=''/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-1821214125497648152</id><published>2008-11-23T20:36:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-23T21:19:06.257Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Game over"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhas para mim como se &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nada&lt;/span&gt; fosse.&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vida&lt;/span&gt; para ti&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; passa&lt;/span&gt; como se &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;nada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;se tivesse passado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não&lt;/span&gt; te custa, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pensares&lt;/span&gt; naquele dia?&lt;br /&gt;Naquele&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; dia&lt;/span&gt;, foi o &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dia &lt;/span&gt;em que me &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;mataste por dentro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sinceramente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; estou &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;farta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; farta&lt;/span&gt; de &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;agir&lt;/span&gt; como se &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tivesse acontecido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;farta&lt;/span&gt; que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ignores &lt;/span&gt;o que &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aconteceu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;agora&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;não quero saber mais de ti,&lt;/span&gt; porque como já não queres saber de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Game Over para ti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho pessoas &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;com quem contar&lt;/span&gt; à qual &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chamo&lt;/span&gt; de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;amigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os meus &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;amigos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;apoiam-me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Nunca&lt;/span&gt; mais me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;irei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;esquecer &lt;/span&gt;daquele &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dia&lt;/span&gt;, mas também &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;nunca&lt;/span&gt; mais me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quero&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lembrar&lt;/span&gt; de&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Retirado do free http://www.freefotolog.net/ladydi/2672126&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;p.s: Foi feito pela dona do free, eu acho que está a maior perfeição «3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;p.s2: espero que não te importe di :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934530454967765888-1821214125497648152?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/1821214125497648152/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2008/11/game-over-olhas-para-mim-como-se-nada.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/1821214125497648152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/1821214125497648152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2008/11/game-over-olhas-para-mim-como-se-nada.html' title=''/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-6555677809405643327</id><published>2008-11-17T11:42:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-11-17T11:56:14.095Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/SSFbqIwrihI/AAAAAAAAAGk/QptFTx3Q3dw/s1600-h/HPIM3394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/SSFbqIwrihI/AAAAAAAAAGk/QptFTx3Q3dw/s320/HPIM3394.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269593818464487954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Eu mudei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já não acredito na infância eterna.&lt;br /&gt;Já não acredito no felizes para sempre.&lt;br /&gt;Já não acredito num mundo perfeito.&lt;br /&gt;Já não acredito numa vida doce.&lt;br /&gt;Já não acredito nas palavras floreadas.&lt;br /&gt;Já não acredito no amor eterno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me arrependo do passado.&lt;br /&gt;Não me arrependo do que faço.&lt;br /&gt;Não me arrependo do que fiz.&lt;br /&gt;Não me arrependo do que digo&lt;br /&gt;Não me arrependo do que disse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só me arrependo duma coisa... Das coisas que não fiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hoje? hoje sou feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho os verdadeiros amigos.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho os verdadeiros bons momentos.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho os verdadeiros "amo-te"&lt;br /&gt;Tenho o verdadeiro amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho tudo o que quero...Mas amo tudo o que tenho «3&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/2934530454967765888-6555677809405643327?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/6555677809405643327/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2008/11/eu-mudei-j-no-acredito-na-infncia.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/6555677809405643327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/6555677809405643327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2008/11/eu-mudei-j-no-acredito-na-infncia.html' title=''/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/SSFbqIwrihI/AAAAAAAAAGk/QptFTx3Q3dw/s72-c/HPIM3394.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-2761171550250361251</id><published>2008-11-09T23:53:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-11-10T00:11:14.013Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/SRd5ADvZ4BI/AAAAAAAAAF0/1Ty82cP9f28/s1600-h/anime+41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/SRd5ADvZ4BI/AAAAAAAAAF0/1Ty82cP9f28/s320/anime+41.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266811331144179730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há céu limpo que não traga nuvens cinzentas.&lt;br /&gt;Não há nuvens cinzentas que não tragam chuva, gotas de mágoa, água de dor.&lt;br /&gt;Não há céu limpo que não traga céu brilhante.&lt;br /&gt;Não há céu brilhante que não tenha felicidade e pureza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há céu que não fique cinzento. Mas há céus que nunca hão-de ficar limpos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há céus em que a chuva é constante e a dor não passa.&lt;br /&gt;Há céus em que o dia e a noite se fundem para dar espaço a uma escuridão constante e agoniante. Há céus que mais valiam ser engolidos por eles próprios do que continuar a ensombrar esta vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou um desses céus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero lutar mais, estou cansada. Quero ser engolida em mim própria e desaparecer deste mundo horrível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Sinto-me prisioneira de mim própria...&lt;br /&gt;Prendi-me no meu mundo e agora é tarde demais.&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/2934530454967765888-2761171550250361251?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/2761171550250361251/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-h-cu-limpo-que-no-tragas-nuvens.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/2761171550250361251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/2761171550250361251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-h-cu-limpo-que-no-tragas-nuvens.html' title=''/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/SRd5ADvZ4BI/AAAAAAAAAF0/1Ty82cP9f28/s72-c/anime+41.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-294182423173441217</id><published>2008-11-05T23:52:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-06T00:03:47.349Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/SRIzBYv74GI/AAAAAAAAAFs/uP0kaCYoqyw/s1600-h/HPIM3096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 297px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/SRIzBYv74GI/AAAAAAAAAFs/uP0kaCYoqyw/s320/HPIM3096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265327013265924194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tenho saudades daqueles dias em que me perdia naquela floresta encantada da minha mente. Tenho saudades da primavera constante, da alegria vibrante, do cheiro fresco que emanava.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho saudades do vento calmo que fazia toda a floresta dançar.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho saudades do tempo em que me deitava no meio das folhas e olhava o céu azul abrindo as minhas asas, sonhando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A minha floresta encantada continua cá, mas as vezes a luz não lhe chega e ela murcha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas logo volta a renascer, e volta tudo ao começo. vezes e vezes sem fim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é um ciclo que não quero que acabe...nunca. Porque no fim a luz sempre volta a reinar «3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934530454967765888-294182423173441217?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/294182423173441217/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2008/11/tenho-saudades-daqueles-dias-em-que-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/294182423173441217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/294182423173441217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2008/11/tenho-saudades-daqueles-dias-em-que-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/SRIzBYv74GI/AAAAAAAAAFs/uP0kaCYoqyw/s72-c/HPIM3096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-6433991647918404804</id><published>2008-11-01T20:53:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-01T20:59:01.070Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou sentar-me no meio do chão.&lt;br /&gt;Vou esconder a cara nos joelhos.&lt;br /&gt;Vou chorar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou limpar as lágrimas.&lt;br /&gt;Vou levantar-me.&lt;br /&gt;Vou lutar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luto todos os dias.&lt;br /&gt;Ganho todos os dias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu foges todos os dias.&lt;br /&gt;Tu perdes todos os dias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;final &lt;/span&gt;a vencedora &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sou&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;eu&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/2934530454967765888-6433991647918404804?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/6433991647918404804/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2008/11/vou-sentar-me-no-meio-do-cho.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/6433991647918404804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/6433991647918404804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2008/11/vou-sentar-me-no-meio-do-cho.html' title=''/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-6487784799089184816</id><published>2008-10-31T22:24:00.009Z</published><updated>2008-10-31T22:58:32.601Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/SQuJ-IU8PbI/AAAAAAAAAFc/rz8M0z3gzPk/s1600-h/2335005578_684685e2e8_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/SQuJ-IU8PbI/AAAAAAAAAFc/rz8M0z3gzPk/s320/2335005578_684685e2e8_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263452289992768946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Estou cansada, de novo x.x&lt;br /&gt;Mas desta vez, arrisco-me a dizer que se adormece-se mesmo a sério arriscava-me a não acordar.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho uma dor no peito constante, ando com tanto sono, estou cansada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que nunca odiei um Outono como estou a odiar este :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu Bráncó vai ralhar comigo por eu tar a dizer estas coisas x.x'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas sinceramente acho que a minha depressão está a voltar, vou voltar aquela miudinha estupida de cabis-baixo com olheiras até ao chão de temperamento altamente instável, quero voltar para a cama..e nunca mais sair de lá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tou com problemas de coise e tal x.x'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Se calhar a shinobu tem razão, e isto é tudo t.p.m x.x'&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/2934530454967765888-6487784799089184816?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/6487784799089184816/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2008/10/estou-cansada-de-novo-x.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/6487784799089184816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/6487784799089184816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2008/10/estou-cansada-de-novo-x.html' title=''/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/SQuJ-IU8PbI/AAAAAAAAAFc/rz8M0z3gzPk/s72-c/2335005578_684685e2e8_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-4367955539187487866</id><published>2008-10-27T22:32:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-10-27T23:01:33.053Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Vou correndo nesta avenida familiar,vou correndo sozinha... mas falta algo... digo antes alguém..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olho em volta a tua procura, sinto uma vazio tão grande...Gostei daquela vez quando estava naquele abraço perfeito com ela e tu vieste e ofereceste-me o teu lenço, foi um dos piores dias da minha vida e tu conseguiste por-me a sorrir apenas com um lenço e carinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostei daquela vez, naquele dia em que me compras.te aquelas batatas fritas *-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostei da vez em que paras.te e me abraças.te e te despedis-te de mim com um beijinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;És um fofo, tornas-te-te importante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goste-te meu Bráncó, obrigada por tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;És um optimo amigo *-*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934530454967765888-4367955539187487866?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/4367955539187487866/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2008/10/vou-correndo-nesta-avenida-familiarvou.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/4367955539187487866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/4367955539187487866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2008/10/vou-correndo-nesta-avenida-familiarvou.html' title=''/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-8756275509195202907</id><published>2008-10-23T21:40:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T21:41:02.911+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk158/PUGMichelle/Anime%20Girls/anime_girl_fav10003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 300px;" src="http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk158/PUGMichelle/Anime%20Girls/anime_girl_fav10003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gosto de andar pela rua sentindo os pingos da primeiras chuvas de inverno acompanhada de um doce gelado, gosto de sentir o gelado cremoso e frio na boca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de sorrir saboreando-o enquanto as outras pessoas olham para mim com ar de reprovação. Há tantas reacções nas pessoas e todas elas são divertidas, porque eu sou uma pequena criança feliz saboreando o seu gelado à chuva &lt;3&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto...porque naquele momento sou criança e ninguém me tira isso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Gosto de ti AHAH@@&lt;br /&gt;E gosto de mim :3&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/2934530454967765888-8756275509195202907?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/8756275509195202907/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2008/10/gosto-de-andar-pela-rua-sentindo-os.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/8756275509195202907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/8756275509195202907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2008/10/gosto-de-andar-pela-rua-sentindo-os.html' title=''/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk158/PUGMichelle/Anime%20Girls/th_anime_girl_fav10003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-7693372078011824546</id><published>2008-10-20T21:32:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T21:59:36.186+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/SPzwSMrgJ5I/AAAAAAAAAEk/yVO4A8f9Kik/s1600-h/music.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 514px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/SPzwSMrgJ5I/AAAAAAAAAEk/yVO4A8f9Kik/s400/music.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259342660293896082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lembras-te de mim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembras-te desta menina traquina?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que nem sempre tinha um sorriso nos lábios, verdade seja dita, esta menina traquina tinha um grande mau génio, e na verdade ainda o têm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosta de se enterrar no mundo da musica enfiar ambos os phones e por a musica aos altos berros olhar em volta e ver apenas os lábios moverem-se, alheia a tudo...Passado uns minutos deixa de ouvir a musica, abstrai-se de tudo e ai vêm o belo silêncio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fica alheia a tudo no mundo submerso e lá se deixa ficar, fechando os olhos e dando um pequeno sorriso, mergulhada naquele silêncio, que muitas pessoas achariam horrível e frio e de solidão, é para ela uma pequeno refúgio o único sitio onde pode pensar no nada e no tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naquele silêncio, encontram-se tudo, o passado, o presente e o futuro, naquele silêncio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ela é&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Deus.&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/2934530454967765888-7693372078011824546?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/7693372078011824546/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2008/10/lembras-te-de-mim-lembras-te-desta.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/7693372078011824546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/7693372078011824546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2008/10/lembras-te-de-mim-lembras-te-desta.html' title=''/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/SPzwSMrgJ5I/AAAAAAAAAEk/yVO4A8f9Kik/s72-c/music.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-4893435356691428560</id><published>2008-10-16T23:57:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T00:18:48.785+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f245/SoujiroGirl/Anime%20Girls/smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 251px;" src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f245/SoujiroGirl/Anime%20Girls/smile.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quero ser uma boneca, naquela pequenina casinha de bonecas onde uma criança inventa divertida aquela história de encantar sempre com um final feliz. Onde há sempre sorrisos e as lágrimas não existem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser aquela bonequinha favorita, aquela bonequinha que é guardada com carinho.&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser aquela bonequinha que é o teu conforto.&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser aquela bonequinha q quem te agarras para chorar, aquela bonequinha que levas por baixo do braço nas imensas aventuras.&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser uma bonequinha feliz, uma bonequinha sorridente, quero ser uma bonequinha que não tenha espaço para chorar, para a dor para a mágoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero a casinha de bonecas, quero a história perfeita, quero o mundo encantado.&lt;br /&gt;Sim, quero quero quero!&lt;br /&gt;Ontem fui aquela criança mimada que se atira para o chão e chora quando não têm aquilo que quer, e eu quero o meu mundo encantado.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sou aquela criança que se mantém em pé, ergue a cabeça e deixas-se ficar direita...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sou aquela criança que pensa bem no que fazer para ter o seu objectivo e depois habilmente (ou não)  consegue aquilo que quer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez não todas as vezes, e isso dá-me desgostos... Mas eu cresço, eu fortaleço-me, eu torno-me em algo melhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Também não digo que seja sempre, ás vezes sou mais débil e frágil que um recém nascido, mas acho que faz parte da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sou alguém que têm amigos, inimigos, conhecidos e desconhecidos. Só me arrependo de uma coisa na vida, não me ter descoberto mais cedo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A Momo é confusa, a Momo não faz sentido.&lt;br /&gt;Mas a Momo é assim e a Momo gostas «3&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/2934530454967765888-4893435356691428560?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/4893435356691428560/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2008/10/quero-ser-uma-boneca-naquela-pequenina.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/4893435356691428560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/4893435356691428560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2008/10/quero-ser-uma-boneca-naquela-pequenina.html' title=''/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f245/SoujiroGirl/Anime%20Girls/th_smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-8432111660807207236</id><published>2008-10-13T20:16:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T20:32:57.918+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Estou esgotada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou mesmo cansada...pelos vistos isto de sorrir é mais difícil do que eu pensei (digo isto pela milésima vez na vida e mesmo assim ainda não consegui aprender)&lt;br /&gt;A razão porque estou cansada, é agora desconhecida :\&lt;br /&gt;Talvez seja da chuva, ou desta constipação constante que me tira as forças, o que é verdade é que algo me suga as forças.&lt;br /&gt;Estou cansada das palavras que deixo por dizer, estou cansada deste desconforto que me presegue, estou cansada do fantasma do passado que me persegue até no dia mais solarengo para me vir ensombrar.&lt;br /&gt;Já não tenho paciência para os dramas, tirando os de algumas pessoas que me enchem o coração com um pouco de alegria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/SPOgdTeu7GI/AAAAAAAAADs/HSVhNbPhSVw/s1600-h/rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/SPOgdTeu7GI/AAAAAAAAADs/HSVhNbPhSVw/s400/rain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256721615377329250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ponho-me a pensar no nada, nestes dias de chuva em que caminho nesta rua povoada e me sinto completamente sozinha.&lt;br /&gt;Os carros que passam, deixando atrás de si um rasto de fumo, que desaparece tão depressa como apareceu, dissolvido pelas grossas gotas de chuva que caiem do céu cada vez mais negro. Por breves momentos ouve-se o silêncio até que outro carro passe e traga consigo o barulho do motor, ou alguma pessoa que corra para o toldo mais próximo em busca de protecção, e eu ensopada continuo no meio da rua esperando, em vão, que em algum momento esta fique deserta e então possa cair no chão, exausta e molhada, e que possa chorar limpando assim a alma tão ao mais escura que este céu negro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934530454967765888-8432111660807207236?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/8432111660807207236/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2008/10/estou-esgotada.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/8432111660807207236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/8432111660807207236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2008/10/estou-esgotada.html' title=''/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/SPOgdTeu7GI/AAAAAAAAADs/HSVhNbPhSVw/s72-c/rain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-3695712095114988365</id><published>2008-10-11T23:20:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T23:31:32.506+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/SPEnLn3VwLI/AAAAAAAAADk/XwrDmYSGdTM/s1600-h/1302062275.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/SPEnLn3VwLI/AAAAAAAAADk/XwrDmYSGdTM/s400/1302062275.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256025320751218866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Banda sonora da minha vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que ninguem seria nada sem musica.&lt;br /&gt;A musica é algo que está sempre presente em toda a tua vida, não interessa onde estás, com quem estás o que fazes, a musica está e ade estar sempre lá. Podes até nem o admitir. Mas até o silêncio pode ser uma musica e é musica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A musica caracteriza os momentos mais importantes da tua vida, a musica marca.te a musica muda-te.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não interessa o que me digam, serei sempre uma pessoa cheia de musica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porque senão de que seria feito a banda sonora da minha vida?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934530454967765888-3695712095114988365?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/3695712095114988365/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2008/10/banda-sonora-da-minha-vida.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/3695712095114988365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/3695712095114988365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2008/10/banda-sonora-da-minha-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/SPEnLn3VwLI/AAAAAAAAADk/XwrDmYSGdTM/s72-c/1302062275.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-9135655118505830150</id><published>2008-10-10T14:30:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T14:40:22.042+01:00</updated><title type='text'>D:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;James Blunt - Same mistake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while I'm turning in my sheets&lt;br /&gt;And once again, I cannot sleep&lt;br /&gt;Walk out the door and up the street&lt;br /&gt;Look at the stars beneath my feet&lt;br /&gt;Remember rights that I did wrong&lt;br /&gt;So here I go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no place I cannot go&lt;br /&gt;My mind is muddy but&lt;br /&gt;My heart is heavy, does it show&lt;br /&gt;I lose the track that loses me&lt;br /&gt;So here I go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo oooooo ooo ooo oo oooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I sent some men to fight,&lt;br /&gt;And one came back at dead of night,&lt;br /&gt;said "Have you seen my enemy?"&lt;br /&gt;said "he looked just like me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;So I set out to cut myself&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo oooooo ooo ooo oo oooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not calling for a second chance,&lt;br /&gt;I'm screaming at the top of my voice,&lt;br /&gt;Give me reason, but don't give me choice,&lt;br /&gt;Cos I'll just make the same mistake again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo oooooo ooo ooo oo oooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe someday we will meet&lt;br /&gt;And maybe talk and not just speak&lt;br /&gt;Don't buy the promises 'cause&lt;br /&gt;There are no promises I keep,&lt;br /&gt;and my reflection troubles me&lt;br /&gt;so here I go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo oooooo ooo ooo oo oooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not calling for a second chance,&lt;br /&gt;I'm screaming at the top of my voice,&lt;br /&gt;Give me reason, but don't give me choice,&lt;br /&gt;Cos I'll just make the same mistake (REPEAT) again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo oooooo ooo ooo oo oooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while I'm turning in my sheets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once again, I cannot sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk out the door and up the street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the stars, falling down,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder where, did I go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Para mim..uma das musicas mais perfeita de todos os tempos&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;«3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/lT106HB4Ee"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/lT106HB4Ee" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" 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href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2008/10/d.html' title='D:'/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-2529030153095693688</id><published>2008-10-09T20:18:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T20:30:35.688+01:00</updated><title type='text'>olha eu..sou alguem muito confuso x)</title><content type='html'>AWWWWWWWWWWWWWW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente passou, finalmente finalmente *.* Finalmente passou uma parte da fase má, finalmente consigo sorrir de novo, pelo menos um pouco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desta vez não o faço por ninguem, a não ser por mim própria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho muitas pessoas a quem agradecer por me ajudarem, elas sabem quem são, e elas são perfeitas *.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Bitch&lt;/span&gt;, é uma óptima ouvinte, e dá muitos miminhos docinhos.( e o colar *__*)&lt;br /&gt;A minha &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;little &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;grey&lt;/span&gt; punpkin,&lt;/span&gt; Amo.te muito muito, obrigada por tudo, por ouvires por comprrenderes, por tudo.&lt;br /&gt;A minha &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Azulona&lt;/span&gt;, ela dá uma enorme energia a minha vida&lt;br /&gt;O meu &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mano&lt;/span&gt;(pseudo namorado/bestzinho), sim ele é importante.&lt;br /&gt;O meu &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Gay com plásticas&lt;/span&gt; pelos abraços deram imensa força&lt;br /&gt;A minha &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Shinobu&lt;/span&gt; pelas palavrinhas *-*&lt;br /&gt;A minha&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Allie&lt;/span&gt; por me compreender&lt;br /&gt;A minha &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ana sofia &lt;/span&gt;pelos miminhos.&lt;br /&gt;A minha &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tontyh&lt;/span&gt; por estar lá sempre.&lt;br /&gt;A minha &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Bubbles&lt;/span&gt; por saber sempre o que dizer.&lt;br /&gt;A minha &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Piminha black &lt;/span&gt;por me conseguir distrair.&lt;br /&gt;A minha &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ana Rita&lt;/span&gt; por aquela alegria boa =3 (e o colar *_*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i255/Stylish_Rubaa/Gurlz%20Stuff/Iconz%209/TeddyBearAvatar.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 118px; height: 118px;" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i255/Stylish_Rubaa/Gurlz%20Stuff/Iconz%209/TeddyBearAvatar.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sou&lt;/span&gt; apenas aquele&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; ursinho de peluche&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;velho&lt;/span&gt; na &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;prateleira ao fundo do quarto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sou&lt;/span&gt; aquele &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;velho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; ursinho&lt;/span&gt; com o qual já &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold;"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;brincas&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mas&lt;/span&gt; também &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold;"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; o &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;deitas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fora&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Por uma razão desconhecida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934530454967765888-2529030153095693688?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/2529030153095693688/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2008/10/olha-eusou-alguem-muito-confuso-x.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/2529030153095693688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/2529030153095693688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2008/10/olha-eusou-alguem-muito-confuso-x.html' title='olha eu..sou alguem muito confuso x)'/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-80982170835363782</id><published>2008-10-08T18:32:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T18:41:09.535+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Para ti... e por ti.</title><content type='html'>Não sou tão forte como pensas...Espero que não te tenha desiludido..Pelo menos espero não o ter feito. Sabes que não tenho muito jeito para as palavras, mas vou dar o meu melhor ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando digo que vou dar o meu melhor, é que vou dar o meu melhor em tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, tive vontade de sorrir, pela primeira vez em muito tempo. Tive mesmo, não, o dia não foi dos melhores, mas hoje esqueci-me durante o pouco dos problemas que me tem vindo a ensombrar, eles não desapareceram, mas hoje senti-me bem mais leve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada. Obrigada por aqueles miminhos, por aqueles beijinhos, por aqueles abracinhos, por aquelas festas, por aquelas palavras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou tentar ser mais forte, não digo que o consiga porque a cabeça anda confusa, mas ao menos tento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achas que é suficiente?...Eu espero que seja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só para ti minha little grey pupkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um mesmo muito grande..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;OBRIGADO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;obrigada por fazeres parte da minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;Amo.te «33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934530454967765888-80982170835363782?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/80982170835363782/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2008/10/para-ti-e-por-ti.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/80982170835363782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/80982170835363782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2008/10/para-ti-e-por-ti.html' title='Para ti... e por ti.'/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-2902490428502797794</id><published>2008-10-04T20:28:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T20:34:34.990+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FARTA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero chorar, até não ter lagrimas... Gritar até não ter voz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adormecer&lt;/span&gt; para &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;nunca&lt;/span&gt; mais acodar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Quando eu pensava que a minha vida não podia ficar pior...&lt;br /&gt;Nunca pensei dizer isto... mas metes-me nojo .|.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934530454967765888-2902490428502797794?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/2902490428502797794/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2008/10/farta.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/2902490428502797794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/2902490428502797794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2008/10/farta.html' title=''/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-6837064942394933224</id><published>2008-08-19T19:34:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T23:43:36.703+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v338/monkeybars21/avatars/bestfriends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 62px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v338/monkeybars21/avatars/bestfriends.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;melhores amigos&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;são&lt;/span&gt; aqueles que se riem das nossas quedas mas nos ajudam a levantar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;são&lt;/span&gt; aqueles que gozam connosco mas sabem sempre quando parar de rir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;são&lt;/span&gt; aqueles que fazem figuras de idiotas só para nos por a rir&lt;br /&gt;                                    &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;são&lt;/span&gt; aqueles que vão connosco ao cinema e atiram pipocas por diversão&lt;br /&gt;                                    &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;são&lt;/span&gt; aqueles que nos batem mas que nós podemos bater de volta&lt;br /&gt;                                    &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;são&lt;/span&gt; aqueles que basta olhar para saber o que se passa&lt;br /&gt;                                    &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;são&lt;/span&gt; aqueles que fazem parte da nossa família incondicionalmente&lt;br /&gt;                                    &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;são&lt;/span&gt; aqueles por quem nós passamos por loucos&lt;br /&gt;                                    &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;são&lt;/span&gt; aqueles por quem gastamos todo o dinheiro do telemovel&lt;br /&gt;                                    &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;são&lt;/span&gt; aqueles que estão sempre lá&lt;br /&gt;                                    &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;são&lt;/span&gt; aqueles bichinhos irritantes que nos dizem ao ouvido o que fazer&lt;br /&gt;                                    &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;são&lt;/span&gt; aqueles que temos vontade de matar (de mimos :'3)&lt;br /&gt;                                    &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;são&lt;/span&gt; aqueles por quem eramos capazes de morrer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y279/Metal_Fang/Avatars/ththththz40815696.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 95px; height: 95px;" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y279/Metal_Fang/Avatars/ththththz40815696.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y279/Metal_Fang/Avatars/gigglemc.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 94px; height: 94px;" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y279/Metal_Fang/Avatars/gigglemc.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i193.photobucket.com/albums/z290/preppygansta72/avatars/bestfriends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 93px; height: 93px;" src="http://i193.photobucket.com/albums/z290/preppygansta72/avatars/bestfriends.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/vala789/Avatars/bestfriends.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 96px;" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/vala789/Avatars/bestfriends.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/2934530454967765888-6837064942394933224?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/6837064942394933224/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2008/08/os-melhores-amigos.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/6837064942394933224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/6837064942394933224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2008/08/os-melhores-amigos.html' title=''/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y279/Metal_Fang/Avatars/th_ththththz40815696.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-2332663875413244045</id><published>2008-08-09T19:19:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T19:37:45.193+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mundo é...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     ...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;demasiado&lt;/span&gt; grande.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;         ...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;demasiado&lt;/span&gt; pequeno.&lt;br /&gt;       ...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;demasiado&lt;/span&gt; simples.&lt;br /&gt;           ...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;demasiado &lt;/span&gt;complexo.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;demasiado&lt;/span&gt; frio.&lt;br /&gt;      ...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;demasiado&lt;/span&gt; quente.&lt;br /&gt;       ...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;demasiado &lt;/span&gt;confuso.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;demasiado&lt;/span&gt; teu.&lt;br /&gt; ...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;demasiado&lt;/span&gt; meu.&lt;br /&gt;   ...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;demasiado&lt;/span&gt; nosso.&lt;br /&gt;   ...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;demasiado&lt;/span&gt; vosso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  ...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;demasiado&lt;/span&gt; belo.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;demasiado&lt;/span&gt; feio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mundo&lt;/span&gt; é...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b285/Lightsong/avatars/icon_possession-3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 91px; height: 91px;" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b285/Lightsong/avatars/icon_possession-3.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;apenas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;demasiado&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Past, Present ,Future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm not scared &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934530454967765888-2332663875413244045?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/2332663875413244045/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2008/08/o-mundo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/2332663875413244045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/2332663875413244045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2008/08/o-mundo.html' title=''/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b285/Lightsong/avatars/th_icon_possession-3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-666176135893445520</id><published>2008-07-06T17:07:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T20:16:14.607+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Rainbow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd63/wigglewiggleRAWR/Avatars/rainbow_hearts.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 101px; height: 99px;" src="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd63/wigglewiggleRAWR/Avatars/rainbow_hearts.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Can you see the color of life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Desiludiste-me &lt;|3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934530454967765888-666176135893445520?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/666176135893445520/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2008/07/rainbow-can-you-see-color-of-life.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/666176135893445520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/666176135893445520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2008/07/rainbow-can-you-see-color-of-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd63/wigglewiggleRAWR/Avatars/th_rainbow_hearts.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-2382326529562697063</id><published>2008-06-13T19:51:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T20:18:31.787+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vamos apreender o abecedário &lt; 33</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;O meu abecedário é assim(talvez o tempo o mude.. mas agora é assim):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;A &lt;/span&gt;de Amigos (eles são tudo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;B &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;de Bubbles (a minha eterna perfeição &lt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;C &lt;/span&gt;de chocolate *--*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt; de Descobrir (novos mundos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; de Encontrar (novas amigos, novos gostos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt; de Festejar (sim, é uma festa a vida) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt; de Guardar (segredos, memórias)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt; de Haver (presente passado e acima de tudo futuro)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;de Imcompleta (sou incompleta sem os meus amigos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;J &lt;/span&gt;de Jogar (love is a game: insert coin(?))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt; de Liberdade(não há nada para mim mais importante que a liberdade)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt; de Momo ( eu, sim pura e simplesmente eu : D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt; de Não (sim, finalmente apreendi a dizer não)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; de Overdose (calma, não me drogo..quando digo overdose é excesso de sentimentos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;P &lt;/span&gt;de palavras (acho que apreendi que as palavras são mais do que as pessoas julgam)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt; de Recordações (cada umas mais perfeitas que as outras)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;S &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;dangee Sol (a minha outra perfeição &lt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt; de Tixa(a minha perfeição á dez anos &lt;333)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt; de União (A união faz a força, os meus amigos são a minha força)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;V &lt;/span&gt;de Vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;X &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;de xiu (as vezes mais vale estares calado)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt; de zelar (kem não zela por alguém então não vale nada x.x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Eu sei que faltam letras, mas nem todas as letras são precisas para fazer o abeeidário de uma vida tão curta como a minha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;A minha vida têm estas letras, talvez daqui a uns anos tenha mais...ou &lt;/span&gt;menos    &lt;/span&gt;                                                                                                                                                                            &lt;br /&gt;                         &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Momo Carvalho (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;quem não gosta não come .|.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&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/2934530454967765888-2382326529562697063?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/2382326529562697063/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2008/06/vamos-apreender-o-abecedrio-33.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/2382326529562697063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/2382326529562697063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2008/06/vamos-apreender-o-abecedrio-33.html' title='Vamos apreender o abecedário &lt; 33'/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-1258560103254853327</id><published>2008-06-12T18:44:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T20:26:40.565+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Poof D:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Andei desaparecida...Ultimamente não tenho grande noção do tempo. peço desculpa por isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;    Um resumo do que se têm passado?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;    Tenho vivido, tenho morrido, tenho tido, tenho chorado... Tenho sido eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;    Sim tenho descoberto coisas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Descobri&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;que não tenho jeito para escrever, sou confusa,dou erros, misturo demasiadas ideias     numa só...Abuso nas reticências, esqueço-me de pontos finais e virgulas. Mas esta sou eu, eu         escrevo assim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;eu sou&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;assim&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Descobri&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;que também tenho uma lado negro, aquele lado obscuro...De vez em quando                   deixo-me levar por ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Descobri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;que até as pessoas mais insensíveis têm sentimentos e que as podemos magoar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Descobri&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;que ás vezes o passado está mais presente do que pensamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Descobri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;que as pessoas vão e vêm muitas vezes sem dizer adeus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;ou  sequer um olá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Descobri&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;que as pessoas mudam, que eu mudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Descobri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;que o mundo evolui, mas há gente que fica eternamente estúpida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Descobri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;que há amigos que não são amigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Descobri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;que há conhecidos que afinal são amigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Descobri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;que a vida é uma merda, mas também têm o seu lado bom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Descobri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;que o tempo é mais relativo do que pensamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Descobri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;que um ano, podem ser apenas umas horas, e algumas horas serão uns séculos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Descobri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;coisas novas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;  (Re)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Descobr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;coisas velhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;No fim? No fim o que ficou por descobrir, é o que não era para descobrir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Descobri que gosto da Descoberta&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/2934530454967765888-1258560103254853327?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/1258560103254853327/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2008/06/poof-d.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/1258560103254853327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/1258560103254853327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2008/06/poof-d.html' title='Poof D:'/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-5991355198624929005</id><published>2007-09-09T21:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T22:04:01.806+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Normal life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/RuRfoz51jyI/AAAAAAAAAAo/iJq_6wWSxI0/s1600-h/155700457.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/RuRfoz51jyI/AAAAAAAAAAo/iJq_6wWSxI0/s320/155700457.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108313032077184802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca pensei disser isto, mas estou a viver uma vida normal :'O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É verdade, normal, nem feliz nem triste, não me sinto livre nem presa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho amigos que não trocaria por nada neste mundo, tenho uma familia espectacular que embora haja discuções me abanão e me fazem reagir... Não me sinto mal nem bem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho uma sensação de normalidade, mas no entanto não de monotonia, cada dia é diferente, vivo a cada segundo, cada momento respirado e saboreado....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste momento tenho uma vida normal, talvez sempre a tenha tido e nunca me tenha aprecebido...Talvez quem sabe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pela primeira vez digo... estou simplesmente e normalmente&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vivendo....&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/2934530454967765888-5991355198624929005?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/5991355198624929005/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2007/09/normal-life.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/5991355198624929005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/5991355198624929005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2007/09/normal-life.html' title='Normal life'/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/RuRfoz51jyI/AAAAAAAAAAo/iJq_6wWSxI0/s72-c/155700457.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-8012433518750107716</id><published>2007-08-28T13:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T13:54:17.160+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't worry...Be Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934530454967765888-8012433518750107716?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/8012433518750107716/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2007/08/dont-worrybe-happy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/8012433518750107716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/8012433518750107716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2007/08/dont-worrybe-happy.html' title='Don&apos;t worry...Be Happy'/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-5144062633906098419</id><published>2007-08-07T17:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T17:22:53.731+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks for being my friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/RricQ0XMQAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OiTJmVVWxWA/s1600-h/Me+to+you+%281%29.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/RricQ0XMQAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OiTJmVVWxWA/s320/Me+to+you+%281%29.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095994791117471746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada por serem meus amigos&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada plas alegrias&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada plas Tristezas&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada por cá estarem sempre&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada por serem vocês&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada por serem o meu mundo&lt;br /&gt;Obriga por serem o meu submundo&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada por tudo&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada por nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque os amigos são mesmo assim...OBRIGADA por serem meus amigos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934530454967765888-5144062633906098419?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/5144062633906098419/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2007/08/thanks-for-being-my-friends.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/5144062633906098419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/5144062633906098419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2007/08/thanks-for-being-my-friends.html' title='Thanks for being my friends'/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/RricQ0XMQAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OiTJmVVWxWA/s72-c/Me+to+you+%281%29.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-6639872511487688229</id><published>2007-08-04T14:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T14:32:25.396+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida: Não te suporto...</title><content type='html'>Há dias em que a vida nos parece perfeita, que parece um sonho, que é incrivelmente boa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há dias em que a vida nos parece impossivel de viver, negra, um pesadelo, incrivelmente má...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/RrR_i0XMP_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/H1mL0qxrtCM/s1600-h/1834459068.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 311px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/RrR_i0XMP_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/H1mL0qxrtCM/s320/1834459068.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094837314611068914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estes ultimos dias têm sido um grande pesadelo do qual não consigo acordar, odeio todos os minutos vividos nestes dias, não suporto a minha imagem no espelho, não suporto a minha imagem, não suporto a minha alma, não suporto os sorrisos que dou enquanto a minha alma chora, não suporto o choro da minha alma... Não me suporto, não suporto a minha vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NÃO SUPORTO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda a gente diz que tudo isto irá passar que é só um mau momento, talvez seja, mas não suporto, não suporto esta vida que me obrigam a viver, não suporto esta maldita alma que me deram, não suporto nada em mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apena não suporto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sofrendo só....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2934530454967765888-6639872511487688229?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/6639872511487688229/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2007/08/vida-no-te-suporto.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/6639872511487688229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/6639872511487688229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2007/08/vida-no-te-suporto.html' title='Vida: Não te suporto...'/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/RrR_i0XMP_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/H1mL0qxrtCM/s72-c/1834459068.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2934530454967765888.post-2044339857139181810</id><published>2007-08-02T14:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T14:19:17.791+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder What true happiness really is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Will be over just like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I were in the middle of that huge drakness, I wouldn't be afraid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really am going to find out what with make people happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go on together, on and on forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Hanbun no Tsuki ga Noboru Sora Ep. 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2934530454967765888-2044339857139181810?l=somethingmineeee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/feeds/2044339857139181810/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-wonder-what-true-happiness-really-is.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/2044339857139181810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2934530454967765888/posts/default/2044339857139181810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingmineeee.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-wonder-what-true-happiness-really-is.html' title='I wonder What true happiness really is...'/><author><name>Momokinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567628904453029615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qlVHP1-M8M/TUiL04l-yqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-7SegavwrQE/s1600/165306_1660372102024_1018812258_2586385_5519932_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
