<?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-4526934170440582061</id><updated>2012-02-13T22:38:45.922Z</updated><title type='text'>Recordações Indeléveis</title><subtitle type='html'>Some days are better than others.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>305</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-8439369921376516944</id><published>2012-02-13T22:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-02-13T22:38:45.931Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;“O medo de sofrer é pior do que o próprio sofrimento.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;E nenhum coração jamais sofreu quando foi em busca dos seus sonhos."&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;Paulo Coelho&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&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/4526934170440582061-8439369921376516944?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/8439369921376516944/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2012/02/o-medo-de-sofrer-e-pior-do-que-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/8439369921376516944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/8439369921376516944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2012/02/o-medo-de-sofrer-e-pior-do-que-o.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599388131229224139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nW4I1L24KT0/TweEf7nBGdI/AAAAAAAAACk/sxxsKJPM2to/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-3084630535751216424</id><published>2012-02-07T21:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-02-07T21:04:44.166Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"Depois de algum tempo acabas por aceitar as derrotas de cabeça erguida e os olhos adiante, com a graça de um adulto e não com a tristeza de uma criança. Aprendes a construir todas as tuas estradas hoje, porque o terreno do amanhã é incerto para os planos, e o futuro tem o costume de cair em vão. &amp;nbsp;Descobres que se leva anos para se construir confiança, e apenas segundos para a destruir, e que tu podes fazer coisas num instante das quais te arrependerás pelo resto da vida. Aprendes que verdadeiras amizades continuam a crescer mesmo a longas distâncias. E que o que importa não é o que tens na vida, mas quem tens na vida. E que bons amigos são a familia que nos permitiram escolher. Aprendes que não tens que mudar de amigos se compreenderes que os amigos mudam, percebes que tu e o teu amigo podem fazer qualquer coisa, ou nada, e terem bons momentos juntos. Descobres que as pessoas com quem tu mais te importas são tiradas da tua vida muito depressa, por isso devemos sempre despedir-nos das pessoas que amamos com palavras amorosas, pois pode ser a ultima vez que a vemos. Aprendes que não importa em quantos pedaços o teu coração foi partido, o mundo não pára para que tu o consertes. E aprendes que realmente podes suportar... que realmente és forte! E que podes ir muito mais longe depois de pensares que não podes mais. E que realmente a vida tem valor e que tu tens valor diante da vida! As nossas duvidas são traidoras e fazem-nos perder o bem que poderíamos conquistar, se não fosse o medo de tentar." &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;/span&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/4526934170440582061-3084630535751216424?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/3084630535751216424/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2012/02/depois-de-algum-tempo-acabas-por.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/3084630535751216424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/3084630535751216424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2012/02/depois-de-algum-tempo-acabas-por.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599388131229224139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nW4I1L24KT0/TweEf7nBGdI/AAAAAAAAACk/sxxsKJPM2to/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-7578309479860012000</id><published>2012-01-30T21:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-30T22:41:58.550Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IixoRyw-oK4/TycBojD3EoI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Lx5s1J3SI74/s1600/tumblr_l8ao6e26X91qczyy2o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IixoRyw-oK4/TycBojD3EoI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Lx5s1J3SI74/s400/tumblr_l8ao6e26X91qczyy2o1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Sinto a tua falta e fazem-me falta os momentos que passava contigo. E de ter a certeza que podia contar contigo para tudo o que eu precisasse. E de seres a única a compreender o que eu estava a sentir, mesmo quando mais ninguém o fazia. E das palavras nem serem necessárias para explicar a confusão e todos os sentimentos que estavam a fazer-se sentir na altura. E da cumplicidade, que desde então não consegui ter com mais ninguém. E das vezes em que foste a única com quem pude contar, quando a minha vida tinha problemas em demasia e tristeza em excesso. E de me saberes animar à tua maneira, como só tu sabias fazer. Mas a distância, tal como eu já tinha previsto, acabou por ser mais forte. Apesar de tudo continuo a valorizar a importância que tiveste na minha vida. Apesar das coisas não terem acabado da melhor maneira&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;fico feliz por ter passado tantos anos contigo e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;lembrar-me de todos os momentos continua a fazer-me sorrir. Sempre.&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/4526934170440582061-7578309479860012000?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/7578309479860012000/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2012/01/fazem-me-falta-os-momentos-que-passava.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/7578309479860012000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/7578309479860012000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2012/01/fazem-me-falta-os-momentos-que-passava.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599388131229224139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nW4I1L24KT0/TweEf7nBGdI/AAAAAAAAACk/sxxsKJPM2to/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IixoRyw-oK4/TycBojD3EoI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Lx5s1J3SI74/s72-c/tumblr_l8ao6e26X91qczyy2o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-3626798679986563614</id><published>2012-01-28T21:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-28T21:38:07.708Z</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/-11IqF-GiPCE/TyRp9B7U2II/AAAAAAAAAEo/-6pupU5eJiE/s1600/beach-summer-tumblr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-11IqF-GiPCE/TyRp9B7U2II/AAAAAAAAAEo/-6pupU5eJiE/s400/beach-summer-tumblr.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;É tão bom saber que vou ficar em casa durante um mês inteiro. Já estava a precisar, mesmo!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Chegaram as mais que desejadas e merecidas férias. E sim, o melhor é que acabo o semestre com um sentimento de missão cumprida. Finalmente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/4526934170440582061-3626798679986563614?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/3626798679986563614/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2012/01/e-tao-bom-saber-que-vou-ficar-em-casa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/3626798679986563614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/3626798679986563614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2012/01/e-tao-bom-saber-que-vou-ficar-em-casa.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599388131229224139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nW4I1L24KT0/TweEf7nBGdI/AAAAAAAAACk/sxxsKJPM2to/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-11IqF-GiPCE/TyRp9B7U2II/AAAAAAAAAEo/-6pupU5eJiE/s72-c/beach-summer-tumblr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-9148938781930552849</id><published>2012-01-28T21:10:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-28T21:10:44.186Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Há dias em que o silêncio da noite me traz de volta o teu rosto e lembro-me de tudo o que passei contigo. Todos os momentos e tudo o que me ensinaste ao longo de dezoito anos. O quanto me ajudaste a crescer e todos os traços da tua personalidade que me fizeram querer ser como tu. Porque nunca desististe ainda que nada jogasse a teu favor. Soubeste triunfar na vida da forma mais bonita e simples que alguma vez vi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Agora que sei que está quase terminado este teu capítulo queria muito poder voltar atrás e dar-te tudo o que não dei e viver contigo todos os momentos que não puderam ser aproveitados e dizer-te tudo o que ficou implícito nos nossos sorrisos. Ficarás sempre comigo. Sempre.&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/4526934170440582061-9148938781930552849?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/9148938781930552849/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2012/01/ha-dias-em-que-o-silencio-da-noite-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/9148938781930552849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/9148938781930552849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2012/01/ha-dias-em-que-o-silencio-da-noite-me.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599388131229224139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nW4I1L24KT0/TweEf7nBGdI/AAAAAAAAACk/sxxsKJPM2to/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-919815694096074619</id><published>2012-01-19T21:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-19T21:57:12.969Z</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/-oplNk1lHRKw/TxiRJlBC09I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/RQuEMbM1iaw/s1600/neon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="135" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oplNk1lHRKw/TxiRJlBC09I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/RQuEMbM1iaw/s320/neon.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Por muito que acredite que vai tudo correr bem e que vai ser apenas mais um dia, não consigo deixar de ficar assustada. Tenho medo. Como &lt;i&gt;nunca &lt;/i&gt;tive.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&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/4526934170440582061-919815694096074619?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/919815694096074619/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2012/01/por-muito-que-acredite-que-vai-tudo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/919815694096074619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/919815694096074619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2012/01/por-muito-que-acredite-que-vai-tudo.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599388131229224139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nW4I1L24KT0/TweEf7nBGdI/AAAAAAAAACk/sxxsKJPM2to/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oplNk1lHRKw/TxiRJlBC09I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/RQuEMbM1iaw/s72-c/neon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-5947898147870574317</id><published>2012-01-18T23:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-18T23:09:36.763Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C0OU_UGR-OY/TxdQBbJfesI/AAAAAAAAAEE/E2M3buBcUbM/s1600/tumblr_l7ze361j6F1qcd5m6o1_400_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C0OU_UGR-OY/TxdQBbJfesI/AAAAAAAAAEE/E2M3buBcUbM/s320/tumblr_l7ze361j6F1qcd5m6o1_400_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&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 style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Passámos a ser dois estranhos sem nada em comum. Como é que chegámos ao ponto em que estamos? Porque é que desistimos um do outro? De nós? A nossa cumplicidade deu lugar à monotonia e os nossos momentos ao silêncio. Transformá-mos segredos em distância. E o que dói mais é não arranjar força para conseguir voltar a lutar por tudo o que tivemos. E saber que nos perdemos e jamais voltaremos a ser tal e qual como&amp;nbsp;éramos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', 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/4526934170440582061-5947898147870574317?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/5947898147870574317/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2012/01/passamos-ser-dois-estranhos-sem-nada-em.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/5947898147870574317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/5947898147870574317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2012/01/passamos-ser-dois-estranhos-sem-nada-em.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599388131229224139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nW4I1L24KT0/TweEf7nBGdI/AAAAAAAAACk/sxxsKJPM2to/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C0OU_UGR-OY/TxdQBbJfesI/AAAAAAAAAEE/E2M3buBcUbM/s72-c/tumblr_l7ze361j6F1qcd5m6o1_400_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-5452833179095450293</id><published>2012-01-17T19:59:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-17T19:59:46.785Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"But once in a whilepeople push on to something better. Something found just beyond the pain ofgoing it alone and just beyond the bravery and courage it takes to let someonein. Or to give someone a second chance. Something beyond the quite persistenceof a dream."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526934170440582061-5452833179095450293?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/5452833179095450293/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2012/01/but-once-in-whilepeople-push-on-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/5452833179095450293'/><link 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TBSeRmHKXj0/TxG9jwRztQI/AAAAAAAAAD8/LyBkbE1USvQ/s72-c/tumblr_lcfmjqa6Qu1qdhbhio1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-7935713467987860777</id><published>2012-01-11T23:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-11T23:02:41.065Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Tenho saudades dos tempos em que tomar decisões era, efectivamente, uma tarefa simples.&lt;/span&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/4526934170440582061-7935713467987860777?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nW4I1L24KT0/TweEf7nBGdI/AAAAAAAAACk/sxxsKJPM2to/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-6726311768906055752</id><published>2012-01-11T21:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-11T21:50:00.038Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;É certo que um bocadinho mais de motivação não fazia mal a ninguém, muito pelo contrário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 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/4526934170440582061-6726311768906055752?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"Estou cansada de sonhar, de desejar, de te querer e nao te ter, de nunca saber se pensas ou nao em mim ou se à noite adormeces com saudades. Depois de todas as palavras e de todas as esperas, fiquei sem armas e sem forças. Sobra-me apenas a certeza de que nada ficou por fazer ou dizer, que os sonhos nunca se perderam, apenas se gastaram com a erosão do tempo e do silêncio."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Margarida Rebelo Pinto&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&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/4526934170440582061-7629959988103616106?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/7629959988103616106/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2012/01/estou-cansada-de-sonhar-de-desejar-de.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/7629959988103616106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/7629959988103616106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2012/01/estou-cansada-de-sonhar-de-desejar-de.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599388131229224139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nW4I1L24KT0/TweEf7nBGdI/AAAAAAAAACk/sxxsKJPM2to/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FGosqP5AdFI/TwygQMOFK5I/AAAAAAAAADw/E4S2SVTc8uA/s72-c/tumblr_healf0u684Wov1qajjdco1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-3389777840645980099</id><published>2012-01-10T20:09:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-01-10T20:09:59.522Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GIut2YUkO40/Twya4qSVyhI/AAAAAAAAADo/gwogmlKsw4M/s1600/tumblr_lg26ce8VbP1qzr04eo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GIut2YUkO40/Twya4qSVyhI/AAAAAAAAADo/gwogmlKsw4M/s320/tumblr_lg26ce8VbP1qzr04eo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Acho que, aos poucos, estou a aprender a não desistir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 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/4526934170440582061-3389777840645980099?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/3389777840645980099/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2012/01/acho-que-aos-poucos-estou-aprender-nao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/3389777840645980099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/3389777840645980099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2012/01/acho-que-aos-poucos-estou-aprender-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599388131229224139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nW4I1L24KT0/TweEf7nBGdI/AAAAAAAAACk/sxxsKJPM2to/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GIut2YUkO40/Twya4qSVyhI/AAAAAAAAADo/gwogmlKsw4M/s72-c/tumblr_lg26ce8VbP1qzr04eo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-8968518081625913796</id><published>2012-01-09T21:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-30T22:46:22.269Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;"Sometimes the things you want the most don't happen and what you least expect happens.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;I don't know - you meet thousands of people and none of them really touch you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;And then you meet one person and your life is changed forever."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: #666666; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Love &amp;amp; Other Drugs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&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/4526934170440582061-8968518081625913796?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/8968518081625913796/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2012/01/sometimes-things-you-want-most-dont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/8968518081625913796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/8968518081625913796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2012/01/sometimes-things-you-want-most-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599388131229224139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nW4I1L24KT0/TweEf7nBGdI/AAAAAAAAACk/sxxsKJPM2to/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-4088125733011337482</id><published>2012-01-09T11:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-09T12:09:22.415Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AbrXh7iysXU/TwrKSL6z_fI/AAAAAAAAADg/A37nONttjtY/s1600/tumblr_l43mov5nh61qbyi3no1_500_large2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AbrXh7iysXU/TwrKSL6z_fI/AAAAAAAAADg/A37nONttjtY/s320/tumblr_l43mov5nh61qbyi3no1_500_large2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Estamos no início da segunda semana, estou a dar em maluca e tenho trabalhos e exames que nunca mais acabam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Preciso de férias!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 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/4526934170440582061-4088125733011337482?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/4088125733011337482/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2012/01/estamos-no-inicio-da-segunda-semana.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/4088125733011337482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/4088125733011337482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2012/01/estamos-no-inicio-da-segunda-semana.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599388131229224139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nW4I1L24KT0/TweEf7nBGdI/AAAAAAAAACk/sxxsKJPM2to/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AbrXh7iysXU/TwrKSL6z_fI/AAAAAAAAADg/A37nONttjtY/s72-c/tumblr_l43mov5nh61qbyi3no1_500_large2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-4088878579920477404</id><published>2012-01-08T14:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-08T14:22:04.884Z</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/-vpFc-dhiwMg/Twml5quVbDI/AAAAAAAAADY/5QmaaTxgO8E/s1600/tumblr_lc3ljqUNTQ1qe7brmo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="202" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vpFc-dhiwMg/Twml5quVbDI/AAAAAAAAADY/5QmaaTxgO8E/s320/tumblr_lc3ljqUNTQ1qe7brmo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"Quando o nosso amor nasceu, vi-o a correr muito depressa debaixo dos meus olhos e quis ir atrás dele. Perdi o meu tempo porque não percebi que era a única que o seguia. Não te vi parado, do outro lado da margem, assustado com a minha determinação, tu que só somas certezas depois de se dissiparem todas as dúvidas e que preferes sempre não acreditar em ti e nos outros, até que o tempo e a sorte te vençam. Somos o avesso um do outro."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Margarida Rebelo Pinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/4526934170440582061-4088878579920477404?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/4088878579920477404/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2012/01/quando-o-nosso-amor-nasceu-vi-o-correr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/4088878579920477404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/4088878579920477404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2012/01/quando-o-nosso-amor-nasceu-vi-o-correr.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599388131229224139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nW4I1L24KT0/TweEf7nBGdI/AAAAAAAAACk/sxxsKJPM2to/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vpFc-dhiwMg/Twml5quVbDI/AAAAAAAAADY/5QmaaTxgO8E/s72-c/tumblr_lc3ljqUNTQ1qe7brmo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-4709913626269414151</id><published>2012-01-08T00:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-08T00:25:23.279Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Apesar de tudo, não consigo&amp;nbsp;deixar de sentir dor e não consigo&amp;nbsp;pensar que &lt;i&gt;vai tudo correr bem.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526934170440582061-4709913626269414151?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/4709913626269414151/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2012/01/apesar-de-tudo-nao-consigo-de-sentir.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/4709913626269414151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/4709913626269414151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2012/01/apesar-de-tudo-nao-consigo-de-sentir.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599388131229224139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nW4I1L24KT0/TweEf7nBGdI/AAAAAAAAACk/sxxsKJPM2to/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-6249330030414724095</id><published>2012-01-07T14:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-07T14:51:35.776Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"Eu também tenho medo, mas não digo nada. Gosto de sorrir para a vida e pensar que tudo vai correr bem, mesmo quando os dias me trocam as voltas e chego à noite estoirada a casa, sem encontrar sentido às coisas."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Margarida Rebelo Pinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526934170440582061-6249330030414724095?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/6249330030414724095/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2012/01/eu-tambem-tenho-medo-mas-nao-digo-nada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/6249330030414724095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/6249330030414724095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2012/01/eu-tambem-tenho-medo-mas-nao-digo-nada.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599388131229224139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nW4I1L24KT0/TweEf7nBGdI/AAAAAAAAACk/sxxsKJPM2to/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-4237441911521860547</id><published>2012-01-07T00:04:00.003Z</published><updated>2012-01-07T00:04:47.810Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Definitivamente, a sorte não quer nada para o meu lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526934170440582061-4237441911521860547?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/4237441911521860547/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2012/01/definitivamente-sorte-nao-quer-nada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/4237441911521860547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/4237441911521860547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2012/01/definitivamente-sorte-nao-quer-nada.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599388131229224139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nW4I1L24KT0/TweEf7nBGdI/AAAAAAAAACk/sxxsKJPM2to/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-6839793377668950739</id><published>2012-01-03T23:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-03T23:35:07.630Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;One down, three to go.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Depois de ter tido, praticamente, três meses para fazer um trabalho que vai servir como exame prático final, tenho-o de o acabar - ou começar - sob pressão e terminá-lo em meia dúzia de minutos, visto que o tempo e o cansaço não dão para mais. A sorte foi que &amp;nbsp;subitamente tive um momento de inspiração momentânea e consegui escrever alguma coisa que se conseguisse aproveitar, sobre a importância do turismo na economia do país. Uma página que espero que salve a minha &lt;i&gt;autoscopia &lt;/i&gt;e me faça ter uma nota minimamente decente.&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/4526934170440582061-6839793377668950739?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/6839793377668950739/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2012/01/one-down-three-to-go.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/6839793377668950739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/6839793377668950739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2012/01/one-down-three-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-6978830122335357333</id><published>2012-01-03T20:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-03T20:03:17.252Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A0QeIsJz5ws/TwNewQJMKbI/AAAAAAAAArI/mynS8IuiJ1I/s1600/tumblr_krr62spwXc1qzfekfo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A0QeIsJz5ws/TwNewQJMKbI/AAAAAAAAArI/mynS8IuiJ1I/s400/tumblr_krr62spwXc1qzfekfo1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&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 style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Tive duas semanas, o que supostamente tinha sido suficiente, para fazer os mil e um trabalhos que tenho para fazer, alguns deles pedidos ainda antes das férias terem começado, mas como é óbvio o tempo foi passando e acabei por não fazer nada. Agora continua a faltar-me a vontade mas tenho acrescido o estudo para os exames finais, que só por acaso estão todos concentrados em duas semanas e que não se avizinham fáceis. A mesma história continua a repetir-se ano após ano: "porque é não estudei durante as férias?". Não tenho alternativa, a vontade terá de aparecer de alguma maneira.&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/4526934170440582061-6978830122335357333?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/6978830122335357333/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2012/01/tive-duas-semanas-o-que-supostamente.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/6978830122335357333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/6978830122335357333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2012/01/tive-duas-semanas-o-que-supostamente.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A0QeIsJz5ws/TwNewQJMKbI/AAAAAAAAArI/mynS8IuiJ1I/s72-c/tumblr_krr62spwXc1qzfekfo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-3259876388662470741</id><published>2012-01-01T21:21:00.003Z</published><updated>2012-01-03T20:03:46.945Z</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/-Ue8YCkSYCjM/TwDOM29JtNI/AAAAAAAAAq8/toYr-yOsYx8/s1600/403270_267859409939903_119258044800041_758691_952207518_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="262" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ue8YCkSYCjM/TwDOM29JtNI/AAAAAAAAAq8/toYr-yOsYx8/s400/403270_267859409939903_119258044800041_758691_952207518_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Está no topo da minha 'lista' para 2012.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526934170440582061-3259876388662470741?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/3259876388662470741/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2012/01/esta-no-topo-da-minha-lista-para-2012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/3259876388662470741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/3259876388662470741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2012/01/esta-no-topo-da-minha-lista-para-2012.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ue8YCkSYCjM/TwDOM29JtNI/AAAAAAAAAq8/toYr-yOsYx8/s72-c/403270_267859409939903_119258044800041_758691_952207518_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-6344290463544814569</id><published>2012-01-01T21:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-30T22:44:57.214Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JASSTmnEgGs/TwDNDg_0_HI/AAAAAAAAAqw/m4TPngFw7kM/s1600/403930_267832229942621_119258044800041_758604_1195605670_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="218" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JASSTmnEgGs/TwDNDg_0_HI/AAAAAAAAAqw/m4TPngFw7kM/s320/403930_267832229942621_119258044800041_758604_1195605670_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Família&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Amigos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Diversão&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Foi assim a passagem de ano&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px;"&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/4526934170440582061-6344290463544814569?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/6344290463544814569/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/6344290463544814569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/6344290463544814569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JASSTmnEgGs/TwDNDg_0_HI/AAAAAAAAAqw/m4TPngFw7kM/s72-c/403930_267832229942621_119258044800041_758604_1195605670_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-646682125437842650</id><published>2011-12-31T19:35:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-01-30T22:44:00.649Z</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/-1uYmuQGijhY/Tv9j1WI7iyI/AAAAAAAAAqk/MRaq_rc58q4/s1600/tumblr_le4l4za6Vo1qb2ty3o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1uYmuQGijhY/Tv9j1WI7iyI/AAAAAAAAAqk/MRaq_rc58q4/s400/tumblr_le4l4za6Vo1qb2ty3o1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Bom Ano 2012!&amp;nbsp;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526934170440582061-646682125437842650?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/646682125437842650/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/12/bom-ano-2012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/646682125437842650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/646682125437842650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/12/bom-ano-2012.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1uYmuQGijhY/Tv9j1WI7iyI/AAAAAAAAAqk/MRaq_rc58q4/s72-c/tumblr_le4l4za6Vo1qb2ty3o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-4097946352535369955</id><published>2011-12-28T17:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-28T22:25:38.611Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oz3VyzSJj9Q/TvuGWGxk89I/AAAAAAAAAqY/x9omwUKVzKs/s1600/tumblr_kvfaaw12qm1qzmci9o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oz3VyzSJj9Q/TvuGWGxk89I/AAAAAAAAAqY/x9omwUKVzKs/s1600/tumblr_kvfaaw12qm1qzmci9o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&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 style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Se há exactamente um ano me dissessem que a minha vida iria estar tão diferente, provavelmente não acreditaria. A verdade é que mesmo que tente não consigo reconhecer ou compreender a pessoa que era há apenas uns meses. As adversidades fizeram com que tivesse de dar um rumo completamente diferente à minha vida, e ainda que nem sempre tenha gostado das mudanças fui-me habituando a aceitá-las.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Perdi pessoas, as que tiveram comigo durante anos, mas que lá no fundo eu sabia que assim que as aulas acabassem cada um iria seguir a sua vida e seria inevitável que nunca mais nos falássemos. No final acabou por ser uma questão de sobrevivência, não havia mais ninguém e tínhamos de, alguma maneira, arranjar aliados para conseguirmos passar o ano da maneira mais fácil. Acabou por resultar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;A minha grande mudança aconteceu entre a ansiedade de Junho e o desespero de Dezembro. Mudei-me, sozinha, para uma cidade que apenas conhecia superficialmente através de algumas visitas. Depois de grande certeza acerca da escolha que tinha tomado, apareceu a dúvida e quando tive a certeza que tinha entrado já não tinha a certeza de querer ir. Mas acho que a luta e a persistência de ter tentado tanto fizeram-me querer arriscar - e acho que pela primeira vez acabei por ir em busca do desconhecido, sem acabar por desistir, como faço sempre. Nem sempre foi fácil - e tenho a certeza que apesar da mudança de ano vai continuar a custar muito - acabei por não conseguir ter tempo para mais nada a não ser trabalhos e mais trabalhos e muitas das vezes tive vontade de me meter no comboio e vir para casa, mas acabei sempre por conseguir ser mais forte e superar tudo. Conheci muitas pessoas e não me consegui identificar com ninguém, o problema certamente que é meu - isto fez-me ver,&amp;nbsp;verdadeiramente, o que eu considero dos meus piores defeitos, todos eles tentaram e eu com a minha teimosia, rejeição e frieza consegui sempre com que eles não se aproximassem demasiado - mas com o passar do tempo consegui habituar-me e adaptar-me a elas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Tenho noção de que o próximo ano irá ser, provavelmente, mais complicado mas tenho de conseguir ser mais forte que todos os obstáculos que me vão aparecer. Sei que tenho capacidade e força para os derrubar a todos e também sei que no final tudo vai valer a pena.&amp;nbsp;&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/4526934170440582061-4097946352535369955?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/4097946352535369955/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/12/se-ha-exactamente-um-ano-me-dissessem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/4097946352535369955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/4097946352535369955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/12/se-ha-exactamente-um-ano-me-dissessem.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oz3VyzSJj9Q/TvuGWGxk89I/AAAAAAAAAqY/x9omwUKVzKs/s72-c/tumblr_kvfaaw12qm1qzmci9o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-7008155809213195756</id><published>2011-12-24T17:09:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-30T22:47:19.993Z</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/-3FNQABwywyo/TvYGyVvgSzI/AAAAAAAAAqM/-oclitRb_v8/s1600/tumblr_lvtok1zfmg1qe96seo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3FNQABwywyo/TvYGyVvgSzI/AAAAAAAAAqM/-oclitRb_v8/s320/tumblr_lvtok1zfmg1qe96seo1_400.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Feliz Natal!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px;"&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/4526934170440582061-7008155809213195756?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/7008155809213195756/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/12/feliz-natal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/7008155809213195756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/7008155809213195756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/12/feliz-natal.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3FNQABwywyo/TvYGyVvgSzI/AAAAAAAAAqM/-oclitRb_v8/s72-c/tumblr_lvtok1zfmg1qe96seo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-4297196773798559840</id><published>2011-12-23T21:44:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-30T22:47:48.402Z</updated><title type='text'>♥♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KC8VAmV8D0M/TvT1m7v0WgI/AAAAAAAAAqA/TKSH-0kWkBo/s1600/tumblr_ldy5c1aM9w1qe41j9o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KC8VAmV8D0M/TvT1m7v0WgI/AAAAAAAAAqA/TKSH-0kWkBo/s1600/tumblr_ldy5c1aM9w1qe41j9o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&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;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;"All I want for Christmas is you"&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/4526934170440582061-4297196773798559840?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/4297196773798559840/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post_23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/4297196773798559840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/4297196773798559840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post_23.html' title='♥♥'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KC8VAmV8D0M/TvT1m7v0WgI/AAAAAAAAAqA/TKSH-0kWkBo/s72-c/tumblr_ldy5c1aM9w1qe41j9o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-3939067254569750006</id><published>2011-12-22T22:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-22T22:43:05.588Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S7IVACGcXMw/TvOxGn8UYEI/AAAAAAAAAps/Z-AHrXxkYOk/s1600/374907_10150481937534026_266039484025_8581828_766796862_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S7IVACGcXMw/TvOxGn8UYEI/AAAAAAAAAps/Z-AHrXxkYOk/s320/374907_10150481937534026_266039484025_8581828_766796862_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&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="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Comprar presentes para toda a família, por mais simples que sejam, e embrulhar tudo. Cozinhar, muito. Planear o jantar e juntar toda a família. Durante todas essas tarefas sou quase como que obrigada a não pensar nos problemas do dia a dia, o que é óptimo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Adoro o Natal e toda a magia que o envolve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-07NvrUNoMY8/TvOxIt6Dg3I/AAAAAAAAAp0/zV9xzCvnnzs/s1600/378825_10150484315374026_266039484025_8589441_1279143631_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-07NvrUNoMY8/TvOxIt6Dg3I/AAAAAAAAAp0/zV9xzCvnnzs/s320/378825_10150484315374026_266039484025_8589441_1279143631_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526934170440582061-3939067254569750006?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/3939067254569750006/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/12/comprar-presentes-para-toda-familia-por.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/3939067254569750006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/3939067254569750006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/12/comprar-presentes-para-toda-familia-por.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S7IVACGcXMw/TvOxGn8UYEI/AAAAAAAAAps/Z-AHrXxkYOk/s72-c/374907_10150481937534026_266039484025_8581828_766796862_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-7468331626703196086</id><published>2011-12-22T01:53:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-22T01:56:53.784Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&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/-ZA61iZqLj5Q/TvKOXBZioAI/AAAAAAAAApg/xBZGY03Jkgo/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZA61iZqLj5Q/TvKOXBZioAI/AAAAAAAAApg/xBZGY03Jkgo/s400/untitled.bmp" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Sinto falta de te ter sempre comigo, para os momentos mais fúteis e para os mais importantes. Sinto falta de não estar constantemente a sentir-me sozinha. &amp;nbsp;Sei que durante aqueles pequenos instantes devia ter-te dito tudo o que estava a sentir. Agora falta-me a coragem e o medo fala sempre mais alto.&amp;nbsp;Tenho saudades tuas e de tudo o que passámos juntos.&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/4526934170440582061-7468331626703196086?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/7468331626703196086/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/12/sinto-falta-de-te-ter-sempre-comigo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/7468331626703196086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/7468331626703196086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/12/sinto-falta-de-te-ter-sempre-comigo.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZA61iZqLj5Q/TvKOXBZioAI/AAAAAAAAApg/xBZGY03Jkgo/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-7694628885093887991</id><published>2011-12-18T21:59:00.004Z</published><updated>2012-01-30T22:48:08.307Z</updated><title type='text'>♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-opnKBA_5J6Y/Tu5hFmySGxI/AAAAAAAAApA/o7i6fPDMHK0/s1600/tumblr_l6xj5m2jZm1qzeq07o1_400_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-opnKBA_5J6Y/Tu5hFmySGxI/AAAAAAAAApA/o7i6fPDMHK0/s320/tumblr_l6xj5m2jZm1qzeq07o1_400_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&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 style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Disseste que era tarde, mas nunca é tarde para acreditar que o amor é capaz de vencer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Tenho saudades tuas e quero muito voltar ao que já fomos e que acabou por ficar perdido algures entre o tempo e a distância. Love you&amp;nbsp;♥&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/4526934170440582061-7694628885093887991?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/7694628885093887991/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/7694628885093887991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/7694628885093887991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title='♥'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-opnKBA_5J6Y/Tu5hFmySGxI/AAAAAAAAApA/o7i6fPDMHK0/s72-c/tumblr_l6xj5m2jZm1qzeq07o1_400_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-8259611602261706034</id><published>2011-11-16T20:21:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-30T22:48:32.633Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-np4QMHi8TQ0/TsQbvJTY-TI/AAAAAAAAAos/s5fbDaQl68E/s1600/tumblr_l8imeeAEM61qa9uj7o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-np4QMHi8TQ0/TsQbvJTY-TI/AAAAAAAAAos/s5fbDaQl68E/s320/tumblr_l8imeeAEM61qa9uj7o1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&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="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"Ele não sabe mais nada sobre mim. Não sabe que o aperto no meu peito diminuiu, que meu cabelo cresceu, que os meus olhos estão menos melancólicos. &amp;nbsp;Não sabe quais são meus novos assuntos nem os filmes favoritos. Ele não sabe quantos amigos desapareceram desde que me desvencilhei da minha vida social intensa. Ele não sabe que eu nunca mais me atentei pra saudade. Que simplesmente deixei de pensar em tudo que me parecia instável. Que aprendi a não sobrecarregar meu coração, este órgão tão nobre. Ele não sabe que tenho estado tão só sem a devastadora sensação de me sentir sozinha. Ele não sabe que desde que não compartilhamos mais nada sobre nós, eu tive que me tornar minha melhor companhia: ele nem imagina que foi ele quem me ensinou esta alegria." &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Marla de Queiroz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', 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/4526934170440582061-8259611602261706034?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/8259611602261706034/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/11/ele-nao-sabe-mais-nada-sobre-mim.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/8259611602261706034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/8259611602261706034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/11/ele-nao-sabe-mais-nada-sobre-mim.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-np4QMHi8TQ0/TsQbvJTY-TI/AAAAAAAAAos/s5fbDaQl68E/s72-c/tumblr_l8imeeAEM61qa9uj7o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-7678197114290830626</id><published>2011-11-03T19:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-03T19:00:48.147Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e0UlSuLxaGs/TrLkPXKyNYI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ct1oMoX222U/s1600/globo-home_thumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e0UlSuLxaGs/TrLkPXKyNYI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ct1oMoX222U/s1600/globo-home_thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;O meu ficou com a família e com todos os sítios por onde gostava de andar agora.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Não está cá. E é por isso que está a ser tão difícil.&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/4526934170440582061-7678197114290830626?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/7678197114290830626/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-meu-ficou-com-familia-e-com-todos-os.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/7678197114290830626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/7678197114290830626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-meu-ficou-com-familia-e-com-todos-os.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e0UlSuLxaGs/TrLkPXKyNYI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ct1oMoX222U/s72-c/globo-home_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-7486606403558110157</id><published>2011-10-31T23:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-10-31T23:21:15.545Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jjEDtLOYoBQ/Tq7hiedBCtI/AAAAAAAAAms/eKM4NMW9_UY/s1600/316636_307824899235075_100000227010799_1461983_424366820_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jjEDtLOYoBQ/Tq7hiedBCtI/AAAAAAAAAms/eKM4NMW9_UY/s320/316636_307824899235075_100000227010799_1461983_424366820_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Agora que estou habituada a lidar com diferentes pessoas, com diferentes gostos e personalidades é que estou a notar a facilidade com que as consigo afastar. Não são os outros que não tentam ou que &lt;i&gt;fogem &lt;/i&gt;de mim. Sou eu que não os deixo, de maneira alguma, entrar no meu espaço mais íntimo - o que está reservado para as pessoas em que mais confio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Sempre que passo tempo, e digamos que é a maior parte do meu dia, com as novas pessoas que acabei de conhecer, são os factos que predominam nas conversas e nunca os sentimentos. Assim, pelo menos, consigo viver com a garantia de que não vou sair traída ou de alguma maneira desiludida com as pessoas em questão, porque não chega a haver um verdadeiro relacionamento emocional. Os variadíssimos acontecimentos ao longo dos tempos obrigaram-me a ser fria, como se fosse uma protecção que tivesse criado para não sofrer, e vai ser muito difícil conseguir mudar esta característica que faz parte de mim, quase desde sempre.&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/4526934170440582061-7486606403558110157?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/7486606403558110157/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/10/agora-que-estou-habituada-lidar-com.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/7486606403558110157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/7486606403558110157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/10/agora-que-estou-habituada-lidar-com.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jjEDtLOYoBQ/Tq7hiedBCtI/AAAAAAAAAms/eKM4NMW9_UY/s72-c/316636_307824899235075_100000227010799_1461983_424366820_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-6061232450128457111</id><published>2011-10-30T19:09:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-01-30T22:49:19.967Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Be1FhnZ4xX0/Tq2el1nV9zI/AAAAAAAAAmk/qoJoGrnm-kw/s1600/Foto0381.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Be1FhnZ4xX0/Tq2el1nV9zI/AAAAAAAAAmk/qoJoGrnm-kw/s320/Foto0381.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;São estes pequenos momentos que mais falta me fazem quando estou longe de casa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"I'm coming home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;to breathe again, to start again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I'm coming home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;from all the places I have been,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;with nothing but a voice within&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;that calls me home."&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/4526934170440582061-6061232450128457111?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/6061232450128457111/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/10/sao-estes-pequenos-momentos-que-mais.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/6061232450128457111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/6061232450128457111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/10/sao-estes-pequenos-momentos-que-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Be1FhnZ4xX0/Tq2el1nV9zI/AAAAAAAAAmk/qoJoGrnm-kw/s72-c/Foto0381.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-9141202244058376478</id><published>2011-10-27T23:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T23:53:06.299+01:00</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/-KoWg2fPyGPs/TqnePOld6KI/AAAAAAAAAmY/EYDk7opk4eQ/s1600/tumblr_lfwq92xz0d1qeck90o1_500_thumb.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoWg2fPyGPs/TqnePOld6KI/AAAAAAAAAmY/EYDk7opk4eQ/s1600/tumblr_lfwq92xz0d1qeck90o1_500_thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Exactamente um ano e sete meses depois parece que finalmente um final está próximo. Sei que deveria estar aliviada mas sei que os próximos dias vão ser de ansiedade e nervosismo, e tudo se vai continuar a repetir, tal como nos últimos meses. As pessoas vão voltar a questionar-nos por novidades e vamos ter de fingir que não nos afecta e negar mais algum tipo de informação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Já há muito tempo que sei como tudo isto iria terminar, mas bem lá no fundo ainda havia algum&amp;nbsp;resquício de esperança. Acho que estava há espera que tudo se resolvesse, como que por milagre, e ficasse tal e qual como há tantos meses atrás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Ainda que tudo me esteja a afectar de uma maneira tão directa, não consigo sentir nada a não ser um vazio constante, que me tem acompanhado durante tanto tempo. Isso e o facto de querer, sempre, manter-me forte e mostrar que consigo suportar tudo. A verdade é que não consigo. A verdade é que me está a custar tanto que é impossível descrever. A verdade é que sei que em algum momento gerir estes sentimentos, sozinha, vai ser demais para mim e é disso que tenho receio. Sei que devia, mas não quero mostrá-los. Não consigo expô-los assim. São as minhas memórias. E tudo o que ainda me resta.&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/4526934170440582061-9141202244058376478?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/9141202244058376478/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/10/exactamente-um-ano-e-sete-meses-depois.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/9141202244058376478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/9141202244058376478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/10/exactamente-um-ano-e-sete-meses-depois.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KoWg2fPyGPs/TqnePOld6KI/AAAAAAAAAmY/EYDk7opk4eQ/s72-c/tumblr_lfwq92xz0d1qeck90o1_500_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-7640745745327249969</id><published>2011-10-24T21:56:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T21:57:22.911+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i3ntsi6FbZk/TqXOWq5QH-I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/UgBySS2l3BY/s1600/tumblr_kr23j9jJE41qzjor8o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="202" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i3ntsi6FbZk/TqXOWq5QH-I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/UgBySS2l3BY/s320/tumblr_kr23j9jJE41qzjor8o1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;É incrível como o tempo passa depressa. Lembro-me perfeitamente de como nos conhecemos. Lembro-me de confiar logo em ti, como nunca antes tinha feito com ninguém e como ainda hoje não o consigo fazer. Lembro-me de ter passado pouquíssimo&amp;nbsp;tempo e conseguirmos, mesmo assim, partilhar histórias, sentimentos, emoções e segredos. Lembro-me de como o nosso silêncio conseguia afastar todos os meus problemas, porque sabia que estarias sempre presente para me apoiar, como ninguém esteve. Lembro-me de como era fácil identificar-me contigo e&amp;nbsp;tínhamos&amp;nbsp;tanto em comum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Já lá vão uns bons anos, mas continua tudo tão presente. Ainda me recordo de muitos dos momentos que passámos juntos e, provavelmente, nunca os irei esquecer porque fazem parte do meu crescimento e grande parte daquilo em que me tornei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Já não sei quem és. Já não sei o que te faz feliz. Já não sei o que nos liga, se é que há alguma coisa que nos continue a ligar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Por muito que tenhamos passado, e por muito que queira, continuo a não sentir a tua falta mas ainda assim e por muito que tente fingir que não, está a custar-me muito. Está a custar-me saber que há uma probabilidade enorme de nunca mais voltarmos a falar. Posso não conseguir admitir mas magoa. Muito.&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/4526934170440582061-7640745745327249969?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/7640745745327249969/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/10/e-incrivel-como-o-tempo-passa-depressa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/7640745745327249969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/7640745745327249969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/10/e-incrivel-como-o-tempo-passa-depressa.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i3ntsi6FbZk/TqXOWq5QH-I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/UgBySS2l3BY/s72-c/tumblr_kr23j9jJE41qzjor8o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Faro, Portugal</georss:featurename><georss:point>37.0153597 -7.935113</georss:point><georss:box>36.9139312 -8.0930415 37.116788199999995 -7.777184500000001</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-1053747188292658486</id><published>2011-10-23T23:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T21:52:58.268+01:00</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/-t-JWSCgpRvA/TqSOCOLQA_I/AAAAAAAAAmA/vaAkWS3Hl1E/s1600/tumblr_kqh7hazYPx1qzl4rlo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t-JWSCgpRvA/TqSOCOLQA_I/AAAAAAAAAmA/vaAkWS3Hl1E/s320/tumblr_kqh7hazYPx1qzl4rlo1_400.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Tudo isto começou há exactamente dois meses. Entre inscrições, provas e entrevistas cá estou. Ainda que me tenham dito que não ia conseguir, muito a medo, fui conseguindo superar etapas e isso fez-me ver que vou conseguir tudo aquilo que quiser. Se tentar, se persistir e se não desistir tão facilmente como estou habituada a fazer. Precisava de um incentivo e este foi sem dúvida dos mais importantes. Ainda não tenho a certeza se tomei a decisão acertada, ainda não sei se pertenço aqui e também não sei se é isto que quero para o meu futuro mas por enquanto está tudo a corresponder às minhas expectativas. Aliás, está a conseguir exceder as minhas&amp;nbsp;expectativas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Oficialmente estou cá há quase cinco semanas, pouco tempo é certo para ter uma opinião formada sobre o que me rodeia, mas acho que consegui ter um boa primeira impressão. O resto só o tempo o dirá.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Pela primeira vez tenho uma turma bastante simpática e em que é impossível não gostar de todos eles. No início, na sua grande maioria desconhecidos,&amp;nbsp;começámos&amp;nbsp;a falar como se nos&amp;nbsp;conhecêssemos&amp;nbsp;desde sempre e apenas&amp;nbsp;tivéssemos&amp;nbsp;sido separados por três meses de férias. É impossível ficar indiferente a tanta união.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Como nem tudo pode corresponder a um ideal de perfeição, têm de existir contras. Apesar de falar com todos e conseguir, de certa forma partilhar grande parte do meu dia, não consigo identificar-me com ninguém, por muito que tente. Não há ninguém com que consiga ter uma certa "ligação". Mas, tal como disse, para mim, cinco semanas é pouco tempo para conseguir formar uma opinião ou estabelecer uma relação com alguém. É provável que consiga inverter rapidamente a tendência ou que se estenda a longo prazo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Estou num sítio diferente do que estou habituada e se há uns tempos reclamei por ter sempre a mesma rotina, hoje tenho saudades da minha rotina, das mesmas ruas e das mesmas pessoas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Há momentos em que sinto um vazio enorme, está a ser difícil mas sei que se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;ficar sempre presa à minha zona de conforto, nunca vou conseguir evoluir como pessoa. E eu preciso disto, preciso de estar no desconhecido para conseguir saber quem sou e o que quero.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Se nunca tentar nunca irei saber e apenas tenho de pensar que vou conseguir. Tenho de conseguir.&amp;nbsp;&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/4526934170440582061-1053747188292658486?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/1053747188292658486/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/10/tudo-isto-comecou-ha-exactamente-dois.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/1053747188292658486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/1053747188292658486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/10/tudo-isto-comecou-ha-exactamente-dois.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t-JWSCgpRvA/TqSOCOLQA_I/AAAAAAAAAmA/vaAkWS3Hl1E/s72-c/tumblr_kqh7hazYPx1qzl4rlo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Faro, Portugal</georss:featurename><georss:point>37.0153597 -7.935113</georss:point><georss:box>36.9139312 -8.0930415 37.116788199999995 -7.777184500000001</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-2072164286241789250</id><published>2011-09-03T23:59:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T23:59:36.506+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Sempre tomei tudo por garantido. Houve um dia em que não lutei, e outro ... e quando dei por isso, tudo o que tinha como certo tinha desaparecido. E agora, não me resta nada para além de um vazio constante.&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/4526934170440582061-2072164286241789250?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/2072164286241789250/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/09/sempre-tomei-tudo-por-garantido.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/2072164286241789250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/2072164286241789250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/09/sempre-tomei-tudo-por-garantido.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-4013975418592324706</id><published>2011-09-03T23:57:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T23:57:30.004+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Why do I try? I know I'm gonna fall down."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526934170440582061-4013975418592324706?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/4013975418592324706/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/09/why-do-i-try-i-know-im-gonna-fall-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/4013975418592324706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/4013975418592324706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/09/why-do-i-try-i-know-im-gonna-fall-down.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-9093727895112879657</id><published>2011-07-30T02:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T02:34:07.039+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;"At this moment there are 6,470,818,671 people in the world. Some are running  scared. Some are coming home. Some tell lies to make it through the day. Others  are just now facing the truth. Some are evil men, at war with good. And some are  good, struggling with evil. Six billion people in the world. Six billion souls.  And sometimes - all you need is one."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526934170440582061-9093727895112879657?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/9093727895112879657/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/07/at-this-moment-there-are-6470818671.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/9093727895112879657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/9093727895112879657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/07/at-this-moment-there-are-6470818671.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-7984816740734577902</id><published>2011-07-29T01:16:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T01:17:22.880+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;"Time takes it all. Whether you want it to or not. Time takes it all, time bears  it away, and in the end, there is only darkness." Stephen King &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526934170440582061-7984816740734577902?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/7984816740734577902/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/07/time-takes-it-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/7984816740734577902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/7984816740734577902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/07/time-takes-it-all.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-1356720873760385582</id><published>2011-07-16T20:43:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T20:43:44.933+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;"As happens sometimes, a moment settled and hovered and remained for much more than a moment. And sound stopped and movement stopped for much, much more than a moment. And then the moment was gone."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526934170440582061-1356720873760385582?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/1356720873760385582/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/07/as-happens-sometimes-moment-settled-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/1356720873760385582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/1356720873760385582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/07/as-happens-sometimes-moment-settled-and.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-374435415521733309</id><published>2011-07-16T16:59:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T18:58:29.523+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RQSAAPe-3ro/TpHgwWZzFqI/AAAAAAAAAlE/JEOu8Stgri8/s1600/yyyyy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RQSAAPe-3ro/TpHgwWZzFqI/AAAAAAAAAlE/JEOu8Stgri8/s320/yyyyy.jpg" width="246" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Têm-me faltado as palavras para te dizer o que faz parte de mim há imenso tempo para saber que se tornou&amp;nbsp;real. Faltam-me as palavras e o tempo - o tempo que contigo nunca é suficiente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Tenho saudades tuas... se soubesse dizer-te o que sinto...&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/4526934170440582061-374435415521733309?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/374435415521733309/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/07/tem-me-faltado-as-palavras-para-te.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/374435415521733309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/374435415521733309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/07/tem-me-faltado-as-palavras-para-te.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RQSAAPe-3ro/TpHgwWZzFqI/AAAAAAAAAlE/JEOu8Stgri8/s72-c/yyyyy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-2345434230345601473</id><published>2011-07-02T21:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T18:54:24.627+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kfFNw4TD_zc/TpHfzL-_rdI/AAAAAAAAAk4/sUu3VGKTdf0/s1600/ww.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kfFNw4TD_zc/TpHfzL-_rdI/AAAAAAAAAk4/sUu3VGKTdf0/s320/ww.jpg" width="202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;O que eu quero neste momento&amp;nbsp;é sair daqui durante uns tempos. Embarcar em qualquer meio de transporte e ir à procura do desconhecido e de outras pessoas. Visitar sítios por onde nunca passei, mas que sempre sonhei lá ir. Descobrir culturas e aventuras. Para falar a verdade acho que não quero, &lt;em&gt;preciso&lt;/em&gt;. Se os meus dias continuarem tal e qual como estão, morro de tédio antes sequer do primeiro mês de férias ter terminado. &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/4526934170440582061-2345434230345601473?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/2345434230345601473/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/07/o-que-eu-quero-neste-momento-sair-daqui.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/2345434230345601473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/2345434230345601473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/07/o-que-eu-quero-neste-momento-sair-daqui.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kfFNw4TD_zc/TpHfzL-_rdI/AAAAAAAAAk4/sUu3VGKTdf0/s72-c/ww.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-8847964940946127203</id><published>2011-07-02T21:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T21:09:19.498+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Há&amp;nbsp;umas semanas&amp;nbsp;que estou a tentar encontrar uma resposta para a dificuldade das pessoas em conseguirem perceber o significado do &lt;em&gt;não&lt;/em&gt;. Ando sem vontade de continuar a alinhar em jogos e muito menos em tentativas de perseverança.&amp;nbsp;Ainda estou à espera que apareça a minha primeira&amp;nbsp;grande dose de paciência.&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/4526934170440582061-8847964940946127203?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/8847964940946127203/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/07/ha-semanas-estou-tentar-encontrar-uma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/8847964940946127203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/8847964940946127203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/07/ha-semanas-estou-tentar-encontrar-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-708408881271849432</id><published>2011-07-02T20:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T18:57:53.475+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HmbyzcYOhYY/TpHgnnVu5zI/AAAAAAAAAlA/q1uOdHSTNEg/s1600/yyyy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HmbyzcYOhYY/TpHgnnVu5zI/AAAAAAAAAlA/q1uOdHSTNEg/s320/yyyy.jpg" width="305" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;É incrível como uma simples escolha, o ir ou não ir,&amp;nbsp;conseguiu influenciar tão activamente a minha&amp;nbsp;vida. Consegui modificar completamente o que tinha planeado para o meu futuro. Agora, a questão não é recordar o que fiz de mal, mas conseguir compreender onde isso me vai levar.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526934170440582061-708408881271849432?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/708408881271849432/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/07/e-incrivel-como-uma-simples-escolha-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/708408881271849432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/708408881271849432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/07/e-incrivel-como-uma-simples-escolha-o.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HmbyzcYOhYY/TpHgnnVu5zI/AAAAAAAAAlA/q1uOdHSTNEg/s72-c/yyyy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-502031350477460262</id><published>2011-06-30T18:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T18:55:29.555+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6v-NUFa4Qvg/TpHgDY28S4I/AAAAAAAAAk8/fprdVvz1v1U/s1600/www.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6v-NUFa4Qvg/TpHgDY28S4I/AAAAAAAAAk8/fprdVvz1v1U/s320/www.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;O que mais me assusta é não poder guardar todos os momentos que aconteceram na minha vida. Os mais importantes, os menos relevantes. Alguns, vêm em flashbacks perdidos entre a memória e o esquecimento. Outros, sei que nunca mais voltarão a ser recordados. Nunca mais.&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/4526934170440582061-502031350477460262?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/502031350477460262/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/06/o-que-mais-me-assusta-e-nao-poder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/502031350477460262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/502031350477460262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/06/o-que-mais-me-assusta-e-nao-poder.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6v-NUFa4Qvg/TpHgDY28S4I/AAAAAAAAAk8/fprdVvz1v1U/s72-c/www.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-6950232156606464546</id><published>2011-06-28T23:32:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T19:05:24.542+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WO3nH5lMpmQ/TpHiW7nZxDI/AAAAAAAAAlo/A9bp3wPsowM/s1600/yy.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WO3nH5lMpmQ/TpHiW7nZxDI/AAAAAAAAAlo/A9bp3wPsowM/s320/yy.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Quinze dias e quatro exames depois, posso finalmente ir à praia descansada, sem ficar com um peso na consciência. Não estou, de todo, confiante no que fiz.&amp;nbsp;É esperar para ver. Até lá, aproveita-se o sol.&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/4526934170440582061-6950232156606464546?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/6950232156606464546/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/06/quinze-dias-e-quatro-exames-depois.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/6950232156606464546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/6950232156606464546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/06/quinze-dias-e-quatro-exames-depois.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WO3nH5lMpmQ/TpHiW7nZxDI/AAAAAAAAAlo/A9bp3wPsowM/s72-c/yy.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-6791439986409783913</id><published>2011-06-28T00:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T19:04:16.333+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JSFTzsMi0nQ/TpHiHBIQAKI/AAAAAAAAAlg/26sFPLvvzZE/s1600/w.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="202" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JSFTzsMi0nQ/TpHiHBIQAKI/AAAAAAAAAlg/26sFPLvvzZE/s320/w.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Sei que tenho todas as probabilidades contra mim - e não é apenas a minha falta de optimismo - mas por alguma razão não consigo deixar de estar feliz. Sinto-me confiante e apesar de poderem advir consequências que não desejo, não quero pensar nisso. Vou aproveitar, enquanto puder. &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/4526934170440582061-6791439986409783913?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/6791439986409783913/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/06/sei-que-tenho-todas-as-probabilidades.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/6791439986409783913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/6791439986409783913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/06/sei-que-tenho-todas-as-probabilidades.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JSFTzsMi0nQ/TpHiHBIQAKI/AAAAAAAAAlg/26sFPLvvzZE/s72-c/w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-8849763383995001179</id><published>2011-06-26T20:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T18:51:51.332+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sH2NPvhlqzM/TpHfM5iuNTI/AAAAAAAAAkw/ML-YqO7Bv4o/s1600/zzzzzz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sH2NPvhlqzM/TpHfM5iuNTI/AAAAAAAAAkw/ML-YqO7Bv4o/s320/zzzzzz.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Quanto mais faço mais me lembro para fazer. Quando penso que tenho tudo revisto, vem-me à memoria um&amp;nbsp;exercício que fiz e que não percebi na totalidade e que agora é o momento ideal para o rever ou aquela parte da matéria que poderá ser importante. A continuar assim ainda tenho umas boas horas de estudo pela frente. Sacrifícios são necessários...&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/4526934170440582061-8849763383995001179?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/8849763383995001179/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/06/quanto-mais-faco-mais-me-lembro-para.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/8849763383995001179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/8849763383995001179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/06/quanto-mais-faco-mais-me-lembro-para.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sH2NPvhlqzM/TpHfM5iuNTI/AAAAAAAAAkw/ML-YqO7Bv4o/s72-c/zzzzzz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-5160939809960272978</id><published>2011-06-24T22:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T19:04:58.485+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&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 style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ROuI651fIc4/TpHiR-nCd0I/AAAAAAAAAlk/I9YwBkj9Vt8/s1600/y.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="233" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ROuI651fIc4/TpHiR-nCd0I/AAAAAAAAAlk/I9YwBkj9Vt8/s320/y.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Quando pensava que as coisas estavam a melhorar minimamente, vem uma notícia assim para estragar toda a alegria existente. Era esperado, eu sei, mas é doloroso de qualquer das maneiras. Ver alguém da nossa vida diária partir desta maneira nunca é fácil. Há que aceitar e seguir em frente, por muito que vá custar. &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/4526934170440582061-5160939809960272978?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/5160939809960272978/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/06/quando-pensava-que-as-coisas-estavam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/5160939809960272978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/5160939809960272978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/06/quando-pensava-que-as-coisas-estavam.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ROuI651fIc4/TpHiR-nCd0I/AAAAAAAAAlk/I9YwBkj9Vt8/s72-c/y.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-6841745648335324767</id><published>2011-06-23T17:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T19:11:56.531+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Depois de ter tido a excelente ideia de ir estudar para o sol, eis que a minha máquina cai no chão e como que por magia faz o reset de todos os programas que lá tinha - diga-se de passagem coisa pouca, visto que são &lt;em&gt;só &lt;/em&gt;os apontamentos dos quatro livros de física e química e metade das fórmulas de matemática. Agora, que pensava que já tinha bastante&amp;nbsp;trabalho adiantado, duplicou-se o que tenho para fazer, lindo! Era mesmo disto que estava a precisar. Devo estar a pagar algum tipo de dívida cármica, só pode!&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/4526934170440582061-6841745648335324767?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/6841745648335324767/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/06/depois-de-ter-tido-excelente-ideia-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/6841745648335324767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/6841745648335324767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/06/depois-de-ter-tido-excelente-ideia-de.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-4406117663025022449</id><published>2011-06-23T15:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T18:51:12.821+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"A mother is the truest friend we have, when trials heavy and sudden, fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of prosperity; when friends who rejoice with us in our sunshine desert us; when trouble thickens around us, still will she cling to us, and endeavor by her kind precepts and counsels to dissipate the clouds of darkness, and cause peace to return to our hearts" Washington Irving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W3J09QMOg3w/TpHfDD-X2kI/AAAAAAAAAks/9-sutc0MZoM/s1600/zzzzz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W3J09QMOg3w/TpHfDD-X2kI/AAAAAAAAAks/9-sutc0MZoM/s320/zzzzz.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;Sei que às vezes consigo ser muito difícil de aturar e que por vezes não é fácil lidar com&amp;nbsp;o meu mau humor, mas sei que nunca desistirás de mim qualquer que seja o meu estado de espírito ou as&amp;nbsp;escolhas que fizer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;És das poucas pessoas que sei que nunca me deixarão e que estarão presentes sempre que eu precisar. Parabéns!!! Love you ♥&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/4526934170440582061-4406117663025022449?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/4406117663025022449/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/06/mother-is-truest-friend-we-have-when.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/4406117663025022449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/4406117663025022449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/06/mother-is-truest-friend-we-have-when.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W3J09QMOg3w/TpHfDD-X2kI/AAAAAAAAAks/9-sutc0MZoM/s72-c/zzzzz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-6051309797443165542</id><published>2011-06-23T14:54:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T18:50:54.993+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5OocFUkhEwM/TpHe9woM3NI/AAAAAAAAAko/SoBrsuDNt-A/s1600/wwww.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5OocFUkhEwM/TpHe9woM3NI/AAAAAAAAAko/SoBrsuDNt-A/s320/wwww.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Está um dia lindo, um calor que não se pode e&amp;nbsp;um sol fantástico que &lt;em&gt;grita&lt;/em&gt; praia e eu obrigada a ficar em casa, a fazer coisas que nem estou com muita vontade. Só tenho duas coisas a dizer: que injusto; semana &lt;em&gt;por favor&lt;/em&gt; passa depressa!&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/4526934170440582061-6051309797443165542?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/6051309797443165542/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/06/esta-um-dia-lindo-um-calor-que-nao-se.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/6051309797443165542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/6051309797443165542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/06/esta-um-dia-lindo-um-calor-que-nao-se.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5OocFUkhEwM/TpHe9woM3NI/AAAAAAAAAko/SoBrsuDNt-A/s72-c/wwww.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-7003482356970675843</id><published>2011-06-22T23:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T19:10:39.182+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hPWECbUXzfM/TpHjm6CJ-mI/AAAAAAAAAl0/DH2va5M0t2A/s1600/tumblr_lf19hjkSAI1qflas7o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hPWECbUXzfM/TpHjm6CJ-mI/AAAAAAAAAl0/DH2va5M0t2A/s320/tumblr_lf19hjkSAI1qflas7o1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Poderia desejar que o nosso relacionamento fosse completamente diferente do que é hoje e há alguns meses, mas não quero. Acho que perderia grande essência do que somos. Prefiro ter-te assim, sem grandes planos. Assim, como só &lt;em&gt;nós&lt;/em&gt; sabemos ser.&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/4526934170440582061-7003482356970675843?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/7003482356970675843/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/06/poderia-desejar-que-o-nosso.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/7003482356970675843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/7003482356970675843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/06/poderia-desejar-que-o-nosso.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hPWECbUXzfM/TpHjm6CJ-mI/AAAAAAAAAl0/DH2va5M0t2A/s72-c/tumblr_lf19hjkSAI1qflas7o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-5252395066711265353</id><published>2011-06-22T23:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T19:07:14.160+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JZPy7w9odaU/TpHizDQPvhI/AAAAAAAAAlw/bAral7T1j_U/s1600/z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JZPy7w9odaU/TpHizDQPvhI/AAAAAAAAAlw/bAral7T1j_U/s320/z.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Depois da conversa de ontem nem mesmo os exercícios de matemática me conseguiram deixar de mau humor.&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/4526934170440582061-5252395066711265353?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/5252395066711265353/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/06/depois-da-conversa-de-ontem-nem-mesmo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/5252395066711265353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/5252395066711265353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/06/depois-da-conversa-de-ontem-nem-mesmo.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JZPy7w9odaU/TpHizDQPvhI/AAAAAAAAAlw/bAral7T1j_U/s72-c/z.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-8510292560457311589</id><published>2011-06-22T22:16:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T19:06:10.851+01:00</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/-DHt1LxFgiGE/TpHij0EJEjI/AAAAAAAAAls/beutIO0LZWc/s1600/zz.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="231" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DHt1LxFgiGE/TpHij0EJEjI/AAAAAAAAAls/beutIO0LZWc/s320/zz.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Apesar de ter passado o dia&amp;nbsp;a pensar que ia começar a estudar, passou o dia e as minhas, supostas, oito horas de estudo foram reduzidas para apenas duas. E a continuar assim nem chego a metade dos sete livros que tenho para rever e dos imensos exercícios que tenho para fazer. Motivação precisa-se!&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/4526934170440582061-8510292560457311589?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/8510292560457311589/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/06/e-apesar-de-ter-passado-o-dia-pensar.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/8510292560457311589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/8510292560457311589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/06/e-apesar-de-ter-passado-o-dia-pensar.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DHt1LxFgiGE/TpHij0EJEjI/AAAAAAAAAls/beutIO0LZWc/s72-c/zz.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-4428132135563319259</id><published>2011-06-18T21:38:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T19:11:49.049+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;É em momentos assim que gostaria de alargar o meu dia. Acrescentar minutos às horas ou horas ao dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Tenho coisas em excesso para fazer e o tempo escasseia e corre demasiado depressa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Só quero que estas semanas passem e depressa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526934170440582061-4428132135563319259?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/4428132135563319259/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/06/e-em-momentos-assim-que-gostaria-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/4428132135563319259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/4428132135563319259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/06/e-em-momentos-assim-que-gostaria-de.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-8090570163426928981</id><published>2011-06-16T13:14:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T22:50:01.899Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"Take a look at yourself in a mirror who do you see looking back?Is it the person you want to be?Or is there someone else you were meant to be the person you were meant to be but fell short of?Is someone telling you you can't or won't? Because you can.Believe that love is out there. Sometimes happiness doesn't come from money or fame or power. Sometimes happiness comes from good friends and family and the quiet nobility of leading a good life.So take a look in that mirror and remind yourself to be happy because you deserve to be. Believe that. And believe that dreams come true every day. Because they do."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526934170440582061-8090570163426928981?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/8090570163426928981/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/06/take-look-at-yourself-in-mirror-who-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/8090570163426928981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/8090570163426928981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/06/take-look-at-yourself-in-mirror-who-do.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-6199416694506120259</id><published>2011-06-16T13:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T13:08:34.113+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;E depois de tanto azar e de andar deprimida e angustiada, finalmente uma boa notícia. Não estava, de todo, à espera. Daí ter ficado surpreendida e ainda mais feliz. Pode, talvez, ser o impulso que preciso para continuar a lutar, até conseguir, até ao fim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;A. &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/4526934170440582061-6199416694506120259?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/6199416694506120259/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/06/e-depois-de-tanto-azar-e-de-andar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/6199416694506120259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/6199416694506120259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/06/e-depois-de-tanto-azar-e-de-andar.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-7714454120386921590</id><published>2011-06-15T18:30:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T22:50:32.349Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"There are moments in our lives when we find ourselves at a crossroad, afraid, confused, without a road map. The choices we make in those moments can define the rest of our days. Of course when faced with the unknown, most of us prefer to turn around and go back."&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/4526934170440582061-7714454120386921590?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/7714454120386921590/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/06/there-are-moments-in-our-lives-when-we_15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/7714454120386921590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/7714454120386921590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/06/there-are-moments-in-our-lives-when-we_15.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-135592454851755049</id><published>2011-06-15T15:12:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T15:12:55.814+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Ultimamente, tenho pensado em tudo o que fiz - ou não fiz - nos últimos quatro anos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;E &lt;em&gt;se&lt;/em&gt; tivesse conseguido mudar algumas coisas, e &lt;em&gt;se&lt;/em&gt; não tivesse desistido tão facilmente. Provavelmente não teria ficado cá mais um ano, provavelmente neste momento não tivesse a minha vida completamente virada do avesso, provavelmente estivesse um pouco mais feliz. Mas, são apenas &lt;em&gt;ses&lt;/em&gt; e probabilidades, não poderei ter certezas de nada. Enquanto isso vou continuar a tentar melhorar, um pouco, o que tenho neste momento. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;A.&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/4526934170440582061-135592454851755049?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/135592454851755049/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/06/ultimamente-tenho-pensado-em-tudo-o-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/135592454851755049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/135592454851755049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/06/ultimamente-tenho-pensado-em-tudo-o-que.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-164280432412940618</id><published>2011-06-15T15:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T15:11:32.344+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Na última semana as horas angustiantes do meu &lt;em&gt;dia&lt;/em&gt;, situam-se mais ou menos entre as 2:30 e as 7:30. &lt;br /&gt;Esta foi mais uma horrível noite em que fiquei aproximadamente cinco horas a ver passar o tempo e a pensar em coisas que não devia e em &lt;em&gt;quem&lt;/em&gt; não devia. Para não variar acordei deprimida, com um péssimo humor e se continuar assim acho que, no mínimo, enlouqueço. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;A.&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/4526934170440582061-164280432412940618?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/164280432412940618/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/06/na-ultima-semana-as-horas-angustiantes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/164280432412940618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/164280432412940618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/06/na-ultima-semana-as-horas-angustiantes.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-1236679530873193669</id><published>2011-06-13T22:04:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T22:05:44.102+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Exactamente no dia quinze de maio de dois mil e nove realizou-se o dia aberto. Lembro-me de andarmos ansiosos pelas experiências que íamos fazer e por podermos &lt;em&gt;ensinar&lt;/em&gt; o que tinhamos aprendido - gostava de dizer durante todo o ano, mas a verdade é que soubemos o que íamos fazer um dia antes.&lt;br /&gt;Tradição, ou não, andámos uns quantos dias a pensar que poderíamos, finalmente, deixar que os outros escrevessem coisas bonitas nas nossas batas - visto que era o último ano (assim se pensava) que íamos ter física e química e biologia - e que iríamos recordar para sempre, cada vez que&amp;nbsp;fossemos ler.&amp;nbsp;Achávamos que deixava, talvez, uma recordação indelével que ia para sempre ficar connosco e&amp;nbsp;para o resto das nossas vidas, assim como as pessoas que as escreviam.&amp;nbsp;Pelo menos eu pensava assim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;A bata esteve guardada, na escola, desde essa altura, até agora. Confesso que estive a evitar, sempre que pude, ler o que lá tinha escrito, pois já sabia a reacção que iria provocar em mim. E para não variar, não me enganei. Tinha a certeza que iria encontrar agora, em todas as mensagens, das pessoas que naquela altura mais significavam para mim, uma realidade completamente diferente. E foi o aconteceu. As mensagens, que inocentemente se podem dizer que eram sinceras, não corresponderam à realidade que foi acontecendo ao longo destes meses. São poucas as pessoas&amp;nbsp;que&amp;nbsp;tiveram a&amp;nbsp;força suficiente para não deixarem que a distância afectasse os sentimentos. Vai ficar guardada para que eu possa, em algum momento, recordar o que todas aquelas pessoas significaram em tempos. E apesar de muitos deles já não fazerem parte da minha vida, foram responsáveis nem que seja por um pequeno fragmento do que me tornei e&amp;nbsp;fizeram com toda a certeza parte das minhas mudanças e isso, para mim, é o mais importante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;A.&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/4526934170440582061-1236679530873193669?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/1236679530873193669/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/06/exactamente-no-dia-quinze-de-maio-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/1236679530873193669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/1236679530873193669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/06/exactamente-no-dia-quinze-de-maio-de.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-6452281246786417940</id><published>2011-06-13T16:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T16:31:38.562+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Nunca tive uma relação fácil com ninguém. Apesar de nunca mostrar, fui sempre tentando perceber o porquê das relações comigo nunca funcionarem.&amp;nbsp;Numa tentativa de não acartar com as&amp;nbsp;responsabilidades tentei impingir-me que a culpa não era minha, mas dos outros. Eram os outros que não me tentavam conhecer, ou eram os outros que não faziam o mínimo para criar algum tipo de relação comigo. A verdade é que isso nunca correspondeu à realidade e agora que me fui&amp;nbsp;habituando a entender e, por muito que me custe admitir, o&amp;nbsp;problema não é dos outros. Sempre foi meu, ainda que eu tivesse tentado sempre &lt;em&gt;fugir&lt;/em&gt; a conclusão tão óbvia. Não vou mudar, pelo simples motivo de não querer mudar. Vou &lt;em&gt;tentar&lt;/em&gt; adaptar-me. Há-de resultar, um dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;A.&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/4526934170440582061-6452281246786417940?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/6452281246786417940/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/06/nunca-tive-uma-relacao-facil-com.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/6452281246786417940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/6452281246786417940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/06/nunca-tive-uma-relacao-facil-com.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-4040401955024886507</id><published>2011-06-11T00:14:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T00:14:58.031+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Because it's only when you're tested that you truly discover who you are. And it's only when you're tested that you discover who you can be. The person that you want to be does exist, somewhere in the other side of hard work and faith, and belief and beyond the heartache and fear of what life has."&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/4526934170440582061-4040401955024886507?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/4040401955024886507/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/06/because-its-only-when-youre-tested-that_11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/4040401955024886507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/4040401955024886507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/06/because-its-only-when-youre-tested-that_11.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-1590699733225432123</id><published>2011-06-11T00:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T00:00:52.915+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Believe that dreams come true every day. Because they do."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Apesar das probabilidades estarem todas contra mim, continuo incessantemente à espera de uma reviravolta por completo que me vai fazer triunfar, por agora. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526934170440582061-1590699733225432123?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/1590699733225432123/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/06/believe-that-dreams-come-true-every-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/1590699733225432123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/1590699733225432123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/06/believe-that-dreams-come-true-every-day.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-7281978456665336990</id><published>2011-06-10T20:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T20:43:10.686+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;"Most of the time, love doesn't really need words"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Perdi a conta às vezes em que tentei arranjar palavras para descrever&amp;nbsp;um sentimento que nem eu própria compreendo. Na maioria das vezes as palavras que arranjei não foram suficientemente boas ou foram demasiado confusas para que alguém as percebesse.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Apesar das pessoas estarem sempre à espera de uma palavra para descrever um momento ou um sentimento, desisti. Desisti de arranjar palavras para um sentimento que não precisa delas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;A.&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/4526934170440582061-7281978456665336990?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/7281978456665336990/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/06/most-of-time-love-doesnt-really-need.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/7281978456665336990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/7281978456665336990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/06/most-of-time-love-doesnt-really-need.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-8073468931550039980</id><published>2011-06-10T15:58:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T15:59:50.707+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Tomorrow you promise yourself will be different, yet tomorrow is too often a repetition of today."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;James T. McKay&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/4526934170440582061-8073468931550039980?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/8073468931550039980/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/06/tomorrow-you-promise-yourself-will-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/8073468931550039980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/8073468931550039980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/06/tomorrow-you-promise-yourself-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-6910758290893462313</id><published>2011-06-09T17:54:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T17:54:29.082+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sometimes when you're young you think nothing can hurt you. It's like being invincible. Your whole life is ahead of you and you have big plans. Big Plans. To find your perfect match, the one who completes you. But as you get older you realize it's not always that easy. It's not until the end of your life that you realize how the plans you made where simply plans. Because at the end when you're looking back instead of forward you want to believe you made the most of what life gave you. You want to believe you're leaving something good behind. You want it all to have mattered."&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/4526934170440582061-6910758290893462313?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/6910758290893462313/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/06/sometimes-when-youre-young-you-think.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/6910758290893462313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/6910758290893462313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/06/sometimes-when-youre-young-you-think.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-5696546047395938866</id><published>2011-06-09T15:08:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T15:11:24.384+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Depois de uma hora de perfeita agonia, em que no fim ansiava&amp;nbsp;ouvir uma palavra de optimismo, ouvi o que estava à espera há tantos meses. Não foi, de todo, o final que determinei para&amp;nbsp;tanto tempo&amp;nbsp;de intenso esforço. Penso que o final dependia apenas de mim e, mais uma vez, consegui ser traída por uma personalidade inconstante. Sei onde falhei, e sei o que deveria ter feito para que as coisas tivessem sido diferentes, mas mais uma vez o caminho do querer ao fazer foi demasiadamente grande para mim e acabei por não o conseguir concretizar. Resta-me inverter a tendência e, por uma vez na vida, conseguir ser suficientemente optimista para acreditar em mim e na probabilidade que tenho, ainda que não seja elevada, para conseguir acabar este capítulo da maneira mais favorável. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;A.&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/4526934170440582061-5696546047395938866?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/5696546047395938866/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/06/depois-de-uma-hora-de-perfeita-agonia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/5696546047395938866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/5696546047395938866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/06/depois-de-uma-hora-de-perfeita-agonia.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-656341964190081612</id><published>2011-06-09T15:03:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T22:31:34.617+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Recebi uma notícia, que já estava à espera há imenso tempo. Ouvi-la em voz alta provocou um intenso choque e não pensei que me fosse deixar tão deprimida. Mas fiquei e vim com lágrimas nos olhos durante todo o caminho. Quase a chegar ao meu destino, ouvi isto : &lt;em&gt;nobody said it was easy, no one ever said it would be this hard, oh take me back to the start&lt;/em&gt;. Digamos que veio no momento exacto e por algum motivo, ainda que não tenha conseguido melhorar nada nem ter concretizado uma mudança no meu estado de espírito, o simples facto da música se adequar exactamente ao momento que estava a acontecer e se ter enquadrado na perfeição no meu estado de espírito, me fez ir a sorrir até casa e evitou a vontade que tinha de desatar a chorar e ficar a deprimir o resto do dia sobre o mesmo assunto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;A.&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/4526934170440582061-656341964190081612?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/656341964190081612/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/06/recebi-uma-noticia-que-ja-estava-espera.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/656341964190081612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/656341964190081612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/06/recebi-uma-noticia-que-ja-estava-espera.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-8910195478993858749</id><published>2011-06-05T22:05:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T22:14:57.042+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;"É a possibilidade que me faz continuar e não a certeza. Uma espécie de aposta da minha parte. E embora me possam chamar sonhador, louco ou qualquer outra coisa, acredito que tudo é possível." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Nicholas Sparks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Os últimos tempos têm sido de um intenso arrependimento. Posições que deveria ter tomado e não o fiz, acções das quais não deveria ter desistido, pelo menos sem ter dado luta, mas a vontade conseguiu ser sempre mais forte. Com simples alterações nos planos que tinha estipulado há uns meses, consegui dar uma volta à minha vida, que confesso não estava à espera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;No momento que se segue a uma determinada situação que não correu tão bem como eu desejava, consigo ser demasiadamente pessimista e sou capaz de ouvir todas as palavras de esperança, mas nenhuma delas me faz verdadeiramente acreditar que as coisas vão melhorar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Apesar de tudo, com o passar do tempo o simples facto de me habituar à minha nova condição de vida me faz acreditar que as coisas não podem piorar para sempre. Nunca pordem piorar para sempre. Acreditar é, ainda, a única coisa que me faz continuar. E ainda que não corra tudo exactamente como eu tinha previsto, acredito que em algum dia conseguirei atingir os meus maiores objectivos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;É a possibilidade que me obriga a não desistir, sempre. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;A.&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/4526934170440582061-8910195478993858749?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/8910195478993858749/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/06/e-possibilidade-que-me-faz-continuar-e_05.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/8910195478993858749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/8910195478993858749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/06/e-possibilidade-que-me-faz-continuar-e_05.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-7426164395279501057</id><published>2011-05-26T21:55:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T18:46:11.387+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xr0C1cr_Cr0/TpHd3MOkR1I/AAAAAAAAAkk/8u6mzUxQUgg/s1600/yyyyyy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="253" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xr0C1cr_Cr0/TpHd3MOkR1I/AAAAAAAAAkk/8u6mzUxQUgg/s320/yyyyyy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Há momentos em que me apetece fazer com que os ponteiros do relógio andem para trás e livrar-me de toda essa tristeza, mas tenho a sensação que, se o fizesse, desapareceria também a alegria. Assim, fico com as recordações há medida que elas surgem, aceitando-as todas, deixando que me guiem sempre que possível. Isto acontece com mais frequência do que eu gostaria de reconhecer&lt;/em&gt;.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Um momento inesquecível&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Há uns dias, a evitar todo o tipo de actividades que me pudesse deixar, ainda mais deprimida, comecei a ler o livro que, de sempre, mais me sensibilizou. Relembra-me histórias que se passaram antes sequer da minha existência, mas que fazem parte do que sou desde sempre.&lt;br /&gt;Passaram-se uns anos desde que o li a primeira vez e apesar de saber a história de trás para a frente, desta vez experimentei uma leitura muito mais emotiva. Vi a história de um prisma completamente diferente do que tinha visto antes. E apesar de não ser o livro com o final mais feliz de sempre – mas para ser sincera adoro livros ou filmes com finais menos felizes – consegue sempre dar-me uma réstia de esperança. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;De momento acho que não podia arranjar palavras mais objectivas para descrever os últimos tempos. &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/4526934170440582061-7426164395279501057?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/7426164395279501057/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/05/ha-momentos-em-que-me-apetece-fazer-com.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/7426164395279501057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/7426164395279501057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/05/ha-momentos-em-que-me-apetece-fazer-com.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xr0C1cr_Cr0/TpHd3MOkR1I/AAAAAAAAAkk/8u6mzUxQUgg/s72-c/yyyyyy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-4639325627556377039</id><published>2011-05-19T22:45:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T19:13:05.185+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Já não sei o tempo em que não consigo escrever nada. São tantos os sentimentos que acabam por se atrofiar sempre que os tento descrever. Acho que tenho tantas coisas que gostaria de partilhar ou pelo menos de falar ou escrever sobre elas que nem sei por onde começar. De qualquer das maneiras acho que também não vai ser desta. Vou sempre acabar por não conseguir expor nada e quando o consigo fazer sai tudo demasiado impreciso. Ou sou eu que estou demasiadamente confusa para conseguir sequer organizar algumas ideias. Ainda que não acredite que &lt;em&gt;o tempo ajuda tudo&lt;/em&gt;, acho que desta vez não tenho outra hipótese a não ser esperar que tudo se vá normalizando ou que as ideias clarifiquem minimamente. &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/4526934170440582061-4639325627556377039?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/4639325627556377039/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/05/ja-nao-sei-o-tempo-em-que-nao-consigo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/4639325627556377039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/4639325627556377039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/05/ja-nao-sei-o-tempo-em-que-nao-consigo.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-5123592583102646283</id><published>2011-04-15T20:31:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T19:11:45.290+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Não resolver os problemas que tenho pendentes é uma das características que mais odeio em mim. Sempre fui adepta do deixar andar e, ao longo de todos estes anos, consegui – ainda não entendi como – convencer-me que tudo se resolveria com o tempo. Há uns anos era&amp;nbsp;uma estratégia que, a longo prazo, rendia bastante, não precisava de me preocupar muito que, mais cedo ou mais tarde, tudo o que não estava bem acabava por se resolver. À medida que os anos foram passando os problemas multiplicaram-se substancialmente e foram-se tornando cada vez mais complicados. Esperar que as coisas se resolvessem gradualmente deixou de fazer sentido e, mais importante, deixou de ser suficiente. Cedo comecei a aperceber-me disso mas, como é tão habitual em mim, deixei o tempo ir passando e nada fiz para mudar, tornou-se outra das partes da minha personalidade que não terei poder suficiente para alterar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Neste momento estou na fase que tanto temia. Deixei que todas as contradições se fossem acumulando e agravando e quando finalmente tomei consciência que tinha de fazer alguma coisa, reparei que são problemas em excesso. Seria fácil resolvê-los, penso eu, mas precisaria de deixar, por algum tempo, o orgulho de lado e duvido que tal aconteça, não consigo abdicar dele. De qualquer das maneiras, em tudo o que tenho para resolver, há outras partes envolvidas, partes a que não chego à bastante tempo. Tempo suficiente para deixar de ter a certeza que veriam outras perspectivas envolvidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Talvez agravasse mais a situação, talvez ficasse ainda mais confusa. Não saberei. Se ao menos tentasse…&lt;br /&gt;A.&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/4526934170440582061-5123592583102646283?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/5123592583102646283/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/04/nao-resolver-os-problemas-que-tenho.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/5123592583102646283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/5123592583102646283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/04/nao-resolver-os-problemas-que-tenho.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-3796919324641190061</id><published>2011-04-14T18:03:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T21:59:48.200+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"&gt;"There seems to be a kind of order in the universe in the movement of the stars and in the turning&amp;nbsp;of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"&gt;earth and the changing of the seasons. But human life is almost pure chaos. Everyone takes his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"&gt;stance, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"&gt;asserts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"&gt; his own rights and feelings, mistaking the motives of others, and his own. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Katherine Anne&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/4526934170440582061-3796919324641190061?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/3796919324641190061/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/04/there-seems-to-be-kind-of-order-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/3796919324641190061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/3796919324641190061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/04/there-seems-to-be-kind-of-order-in.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-5220248635977697869</id><published>2011-04-08T20:57:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T21:02:39.380+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;"Ser feliz sem motivo é a mais autêntica forma de felicidade"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;C. Drummond de A.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 85%;"&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/4526934170440582061-5220248635977697869?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/5220248635977697869/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/04/ser-feliz-sem-motivo-e-mais-autentica.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/5220248635977697869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/5220248635977697869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/04/ser-feliz-sem-motivo-e-mais-autentica.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-8905046488726013306</id><published>2011-04-08T13:12:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T13:13:28.288+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Há uns tempos atrás a socialização era um acto que não estava, de todo, disposta a concretizar. Apesar de insistirem muito comigo para tentar ser diferente e alterar alguns aspectos em mim, nunca consegui. A verdade é que nunca me esforcei o suficiente para alterar a minha maneira de encarar o simples facto de meter conversa com alguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Houve uma altura em que foi necessário começar a conviver com pessoas fora do meu dia-a-dia habitual, arriscar, sair da minha zona de conforto. Tive uma necessidade extrema, ainda que não seja de uma maneira efectiva, de criar laço com quem ia começar a passar mais tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;É possível que há uns meses tivesse rejeitado a ideia de conviver com pessoas que nada têm a ver comigo e sem sequer me ter dado ao trabalho teria dito que não, não tentaria, nem poria a hipótese de conhecê-los melhor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;A minha maneira de ver as coisas mudou. Ainda que tivesse ido com a expectativa, e com a certeza, que sairia desiludida mais uma vez, que mais uma vez não conseguiria falar com ninguém, que, como tem vindo a ser constante, iria ser posta de parte, acabei por sair surpreendida pela positiva. Foi completamente o contrário. A verdade é que acabei por gostar de cada momento – sinceramente, há umas horas atrás nem poria a hipótese de vir a dizer isto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;É fantástico como conseguimos tão facilmente mudar a nossa opinião a respeito de alguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;A.&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/4526934170440582061-8905046488726013306?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/8905046488726013306/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/04/ha-uns-tempos-atras-socializacao-era-um.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/8905046488726013306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/8905046488726013306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/04/ha-uns-tempos-atras-socializacao-era-um.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-6341179691366964125</id><published>2011-04-07T18:12:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T19:02:35.652+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PdYU7fKh7yk/TpHht_DwYoI/AAAAAAAAAlc/dD3HU_EvbCo/s1600/xxxxxx.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PdYU7fKh7yk/TpHht_DwYoI/AAAAAAAAAlc/dD3HU_EvbCo/s320/xxxxxx.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Há fracções de momentos em que não sei o que pensar do mundo que me rodeia. Por vezes, as reacções ou as acções parecem-me demasiado óbvias para serem verdadeiras – sempre tive uma facilidade imensa em contestar sempre que um determinado assunto me parecia demasiado fácil. Talvez por ter havido uma altura na minha vida em que houve uma dramática revolução e tudo o que me parecia fácil e óbvio, acabava por tornar-se no mais difícil e por vezes impossível – apesar de não gostar de acreditar na impossibilidade de um momento. Posso não lutar, não mostrar que o quero, mas acredito sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Agora, sempre que penso no assunto em questão, sinto-me demasiadamente confusa. Eu que estou tão habituada ao objectivismo e apenas a um reverso da moeda. Não sei se confie nos meus instintos e pense positivamente ou fazer de conta que é apenas mais um dos momentos que me parecem demasiado bonitos e no final acaba por ser completamente o contrário. De qualquer das maneiras tudo tem o seu contrapeso, há sempre a possibilidade de ser positiva uma vez na vida e sair desiludida, ainda mais do que se desistir já, e apesar de tudo não me consigo iludir durante muito tempo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Continuar a acreditar ou esquecer que tudo aconteceu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;A resposta, para mim, seria óbvia. Esquecer. Mas, ainda que a vontade de deixar tudo como está ser mais forte e mais fácil, desta vez não consigo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Quero lutar, quero acreditar, espero conseguir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;A.&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/4526934170440582061-6341179691366964125?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/6341179691366964125/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/04/ha-fraccoes-de-momentos-em-que-nao-sei.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/6341179691366964125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/6341179691366964125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/04/ha-fraccoes-de-momentos-em-que-nao-sei.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PdYU7fKh7yk/TpHht_DwYoI/AAAAAAAAAlc/dD3HU_EvbCo/s72-c/xxxxxx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-7842591672839494534</id><published>2011-04-06T16:06:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T19:02:20.004+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fQzdErV6KDM/TpHhpxX0s7I/AAAAAAAAAlY/jVM3dCNxDTM/s1600/xxxxx.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fQzdErV6KDM/TpHhpxX0s7I/AAAAAAAAAlY/jVM3dCNxDTM/s320/xxxxx.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Por muito que me tenha custado, estou a tentar arduamente deixar de jogar pelo seguro. Estou a tentar sair da rotina, fazer os meus momentos e vivênciar experiências novas. Não quero pensar no futuro – regra geral nunca corre bem. Não sei quanto tempo irá durar esta tentativa de mudança, mas está a ser bom e apenas quero aproveitar tudo o que me for dado e conquistar o mais que puder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;A.&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/4526934170440582061-7842591672839494534?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/7842591672839494534/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/04/por-muito-que-me-tenha-custado-estou.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/7842591672839494534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/7842591672839494534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/04/por-muito-que-me-tenha-custado-estou.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fQzdErV6KDM/TpHhpxX0s7I/AAAAAAAAAlY/jVM3dCNxDTM/s72-c/xxxxx.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-3236003980876062206</id><published>2011-04-05T19:29:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T19:33:13.434+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Queria esquecer tudo com a facilidade com que esqueço alguns dos irrelevantes momentos dos meus dias. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Já me apercebi que não vai ser tão simples quanto eu desejava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;De qualquer das maneiras, ninguém disse que a vida iria ser fácil…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526934170440582061-3236003980876062206?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/3236003980876062206/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/04/queria-esquecer-tudo-com-facilidade-com.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/3236003980876062206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/3236003980876062206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/04/queria-esquecer-tudo-com-facilidade-com.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-8408144444055971382</id><published>2011-04-01T20:55:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T20:55:52.141+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Remember tonight, for it is the beginning of always. A promise, like a reward for persisting through life so long alone. A belief in each other and the possibility of love. A decision to ignore simply rise above the pain in the past. A covenant, which at once binds two souls and yet severs prior ties. The celebration of the chance taken and the challenge that lies ahead. For two will always be stronger than one. Like a team braced against the tempests of the world. And love will always be the guiding force in our lives. For tonight is mere formality. Only an announcement to the world of feelings long held, promises made long ago in the sacred space in our hearts."&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526934170440582061-8408144444055971382?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/8408144444055971382/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/04/remember-tonight-for-it-is-beginning-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/8408144444055971382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/8408144444055971382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/04/remember-tonight-for-it-is-beginning-of.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-3389501245121615470</id><published>2011-03-31T23:07:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T19:01:44.791+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m2higaRlnjg/TpHhhOj4CJI/AAAAAAAAAlU/ammIcqZpdSA/s1600/xxxx.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m2higaRlnjg/TpHhhOj4CJI/AAAAAAAAAlU/ammIcqZpdSA/s320/xxxx.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Desde muito nova que me tentei consciencializar para não viver sob normas demasiado restritas, para não me cingir a um único tipo de regras. Vezes e vezes em conta tentei esquecer a minha ‘lista’ mental de coisas a fazer durante o dia, tentei imensas vezes viver situações novas todos, ou quase todos os dias, a verdade é que todas as tentativas mais cedo ou mais tarde acabaram por falhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Não consigo viver sem ter o meu dia estruturado. Sou demasiado metódica e não suporto a ideia de não ter tudo sob controlo. Talvez por isso a rotina se tenha tornado o meu meio mais viável, fácil e seguro. Manter-me num determinado padrão, depois de ter analisado todas as consequências, ainda que odeie a ideia de analisar prós e contras de uma determinada situação, dá-me a segurança e o conforto a que me habituei e sem os quais já não me imagino a viver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Ainda que já tenha tentado fugir aos meus dias sempre iguais, onde não acontece nada, onde reina o objectivismo, ainda não consegui alterar nada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;O meu hoje, é quase sempre, igual ao meu amanhã. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;O bom de tudo é poderem haver excepções que me fazem dar verdadeiramente valor aos pequenos momentos que acontecem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;A.&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/4526934170440582061-3389501245121615470?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/3389501245121615470/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/03/desde-muito-nova-que-me-tentei.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/3389501245121615470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/3389501245121615470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/03/desde-muito-nova-que-me-tentei.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m2higaRlnjg/TpHhhOj4CJI/AAAAAAAAAlU/ammIcqZpdSA/s72-c/xxxx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-8567600394635070471</id><published>2011-03-30T21:28:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T21:30:14.825+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Lembras-te de tudo o passámos? Continuas a lembrar-te do que fomos? De como nos construímos em conjunto? Dos tempos em que uma conversa fazia toda a diferença? Dos nossos segredos, aqueles que não tínhamos, por qualquer motivo, coragem de os contar a mais ninguém?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Já tentei responder (-me) vezes sem conta à pergunta &lt;em&gt;porque é que te foste embora&lt;/em&gt; e a verdade é que ainda não consegui respondê-la convenientemente, e se consegui ainda não fiquei convencida. Arranjei mil e uma hipóteses, do mais variado possível, mas nenhuma delas me parece corresponder à verdadeira razão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Depois de tudo o que aconteceu, as nossas vidas separaram-se, talvez nem nos reconhecêssemos se nos voltássemos a encontrar. Mas apesar de tudo, ainda te consegues lembrar de como éramos felizes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;A.&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/4526934170440582061-8567600394635070471?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/8567600394635070471/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/03/lembras-te-de-tudo-o-passamos-continuas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/8567600394635070471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/8567600394635070471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/03/lembras-te-de-tudo-o-passamos-continuas.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-9092380940400804486</id><published>2011-03-30T12:11:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T19:00:41.472+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PFmtyBwvwvE/TpHhQgYXa7I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/s1NynHRBtGc/s1600/xxx.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PFmtyBwvwvE/TpHhQgYXa7I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/s1NynHRBtGc/s320/xxx.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Deixei de saber e de ter presente o que sinto em relação a ti ou a nós, apesar de não nos ver com um futuro próximo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Deixaste de te preocupar comigo, já não te interessa verificar como está a minha vida. Até sei porque o fazes, de qualquer das maneiras há muitos meses que não quero saber de ti. Mas, acho que uma parte de mim gostaria que tivesses continuado a preocupar-te como no primeiro dia, mas também sei que não é possível.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;O que sinto por ti é talvez das coisas da minha vida que tem sofrido mais mutações. Nunca sei em que fase é que estamos. O meu coração acolhe-te, para depois te mandar embora, para no momento seguinte te recolher com a maior das normalidades. Fico confusa, num estado absoluto de desconhecimento, apesar de ser o meu inconsciente a tomar todas essas decisões.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Às vezes gostava de ter lutado por nós; não deixar que nada nos separasse; não permitir que a timidez tivesse imposto uma barreira; impor-me contra a distância e pedir-te, sem rodeios, para que ficasses; pôr de lado preconceitos, e deixar que a tua ausência fosse importante, assim teríamos um novo encontro todos os dias e teríamos a oportunidade de nos conhecermos diariamente, como somos, sem mentiras, contradições ou diferenças. Gostava que me tivesses amado com todos os meus defeitos e não tivesses permitido que um dia rotineiro, como outro qualquer, tivesse estragado o que nos unia. Gostava que me tivesses pedido para ficar, para nunca mais te largar, para te amar genuinamente, até que fosse possível, até não haver mais além. Gostava que não tivesses desistido tão facilmente de tudo o que tínhamos.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Não sei se te quero. Não sei se preciso de ti. Não sei se te amo. Apenas preciso de saber que continuas comigo, apesar das tempestades. Preciso de continuar a acreditar. Em &lt;em&gt;ti&lt;/em&gt;. Em &lt;em&gt;nós&lt;/em&gt;. Em tudo o que fomos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;A.&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/4526934170440582061-9092380940400804486?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/9092380940400804486/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/03/deixei-de-saber-e-de-ter-presente-o-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/9092380940400804486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/9092380940400804486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/03/deixei-de-saber-e-de-ter-presente-o-que.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PFmtyBwvwvE/TpHhQgYXa7I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/s1NynHRBtGc/s72-c/xxx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-9097776332520329983</id><published>2011-03-29T19:32:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T19:00:16.421+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XMlfrW46pf4/TpHhKCqu-oI/AAAAAAAAAlM/bDhD64E-X5U/s1600/xx.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XMlfrW46pf4/TpHhKCqu-oI/AAAAAAAAAlM/bDhD64E-X5U/s320/xx.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Sempre tive um certo prazer em escrever e conversar sobre mudança e passado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Há quem diga que não é benéfico lembrar-me de tudo o que aconteceu no passado, apesar de tudo continuo a fazê-lo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Há uns dias, num tipo de conversa meramente casual, foi-me recordado um dos episódios mais marcantes da minha infância e que até agora eu nunca mais me tinha recordado. Foi constante na minha vida durante muitos meses e com o passar do tempo foi posto em segundo plano e nunca mais pensei nele. Talvez tenha querido tanto esquecer, que acabou mesmo por acontecer, a curto prazo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Nem sempre me lembro do que fui, mas este tipo de conversas, ou até mesmo em introspectiva, fazem-me recordar momentos que na altura foram bastante importantes e que com o passar do tempo deixaram de estar presentes na minha vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;A.&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/4526934170440582061-9097776332520329983?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/9097776332520329983/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/03/sempre-tive-um-certo-prazer-em-escrever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/9097776332520329983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/9097776332520329983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/03/sempre-tive-um-certo-prazer-em-escrever.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XMlfrW46pf4/TpHhKCqu-oI/AAAAAAAAAlM/bDhD64E-X5U/s72-c/xx.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-7437090680167880860</id><published>2011-03-29T17:07:00.017+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T17:14:56.278+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;"The best and most beautiful things in life cannot be seen or touched, but must felt by the heart." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Helen Keller&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/4526934170440582061-7437090680167880860?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/7437090680167880860/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/03/best-and-most-beautiful-things-in-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/7437090680167880860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/7437090680167880860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/03/best-and-most-beautiful-things-in-life.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-1802401330573659647</id><published>2011-03-29T00:03:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T18:59:42.200+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Com o passar dos anos as pessoas têm tido tendência a banalizar a palavra&lt;em&gt; amo-te&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Infelizmente o tratamento de informação demasiadamente igual origina pontos desfavoráveis aos olhos de quem, realmente, ama. Pessoas dizem &lt;em&gt;amo-te&lt;/em&gt; a quem entrou na vida delas há tão pouco tempo que nem tiveram tempo de se conhecer convenientemente. Porque apetece; porque fica bem enquadrado no momento; porque é giro; porque sim…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Porquê dar-lhe significado quando podemos dizer como quem diz &lt;em&gt;olá&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uemu1yHrFh8/TpHhC3-CETI/AAAAAAAAAlI/K11IxPA87Fk/s1600/x.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uemu1yHrFh8/TpHhC3-CETI/AAAAAAAAAlI/K11IxPA87Fk/s320/x.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 85%;"&gt;A.&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/4526934170440582061-1802401330573659647?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/1802401330573659647/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/03/com-o-passar-dos-anos-as-pessoas-tem.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/1802401330573659647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/1802401330573659647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/03/com-o-passar-dos-anos-as-pessoas-tem.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uemu1yHrFh8/TpHhC3-CETI/AAAAAAAAAlI/K11IxPA87Fk/s72-c/x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-3267405991108417780</id><published>2011-03-28T14:44:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T14:54:43.672+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Um ano. E apesar de me mandarem esquecer e dizerem que com o tempo a dor vai desaparecer, o sentimento permanece tal e qual como nos primeiros dias. Não consigo esquecer, é impossível esquecer algo quando continuamente as imagens daqueles dias continuam tão presentes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Apesar de na altura me sentir esgotada com tudo o que se estava a passar, lutei. Estive lá sempre e o mais doloroso de tudo isto é saber que fiz tudo o que podia ter feito e no final nada foi suficiente. Continua tudo igual, desde aquele telefonema naquela tarde de Domingo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A esperança acabou, ou o resquício que havia dela… &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;(Sinto que já disse tudo o que tinha a dizer sobre isto, mas há sempre uma vontade mais forte de expressar tudo o que aconteceu.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;A.&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/4526934170440582061-3267405991108417780?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/3267405991108417780/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/03/um-ano.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/3267405991108417780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/3267405991108417780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/03/um-ano.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-9090301391509151499</id><published>2011-03-28T14:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T14:44:27.626+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Time takes it all. Whether you want it to or not. Time takes it all, time bears it away, and in the end, there is only darkness. Sometimes we find others in that darkness. And sometimes we lose them there again." Stephen king&lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break"&gt;&lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526934170440582061-9090301391509151499?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/9090301391509151499/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/03/time-takes-it-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/9090301391509151499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/9090301391509151499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/03/time-takes-it-all.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-7245070626972777395</id><published>2011-03-28T14:43:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T14:43:49.524+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;E quando o tempo se avizinha de esperança há sempre uma contradição que me faz recuar, rever tudo aquilo que pretendia. E são estes pequenos contratempos que me fazem repensar acções e analisar se o que ia fazer é o mais adequado. A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526934170440582061-7245070626972777395?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/7245070626972777395/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/03/e-quando-o-tempo-se-avizinha-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/7245070626972777395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/7245070626972777395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/03/e-quando-o-tempo-se-avizinha-de.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-2788772221859279048</id><published>2011-03-27T16:16:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T16:19:50.145+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Há pessoas que têm um prazer especial em tirar-me do sério, e apesar de tudo continuo na minha eterna inocência a dizer (-me) que foi apenas mais um mau momento. Talvez tenha sido, mas se a ideia, de qualquer das maneiras, era deixares-me irritada, parabéns, conseguiste! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;A.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526934170440582061-2788772221859279048?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/2788772221859279048/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/03/ha-pessoas-que-tem-um-prazer-especial.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/2788772221859279048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/2788772221859279048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/03/ha-pessoas-que-tem-um-prazer-especial.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-3617305981634231748</id><published>2011-03-27T03:12:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T03:13:21.524+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: ZH-CNfont-family:SimSun;" lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Love feels no burden, thinks nothing of its trouble, attempts what is above its strength, pleads no&lt;br /&gt;excuse for impossibility; for it thinks all things are lawful for itself, and all things are possible."&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Kempis&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/4526934170440582061-3617305981634231748?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/3617305981634231748/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/03/love-feels-no-burden-thinks-nothing-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/3617305981634231748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/3617305981634231748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/03/love-feels-no-burden-thinks-nothing-of.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-7206813935339400550</id><published>2011-03-27T03:04:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T03:16:08.372+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Por muito que me digam que não vales a pena e que o tempo se encarregará de te tirar de mim, continuas tão presente como no primeiro dia. Já tentei dizer-te &lt;em&gt;adeus&lt;/em&gt;, mas &lt;em&gt;ainda&lt;/em&gt; não consegui, desculpa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;A.&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/4526934170440582061-7206813935339400550?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/7206813935339400550/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/03/por-muito-que-me-digam-que-nao-vales.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/7206813935339400550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/7206813935339400550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/03/por-muito-que-me-digam-que-nao-vales.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-3574025649814732404</id><published>2011-03-26T16:49:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-03-26T16:49:58.332Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB" lang="EN-GB"&gt;"Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark in the hopeless swamps of the not quite, the not yet, and the not at all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish in lonely frustration for the life you deserved and have&lt;br /&gt;never been able to reach. The world you desire can be won. It exists. It is real. &lt;/span&gt;It is possible. It is yours."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526934170440582061-3574025649814732404?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/3574025649814732404/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/03/do-not-let-your-fire-go-out-spark-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/3574025649814732404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/3574025649814732404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/03/do-not-let-your-fire-go-out-spark-by.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-6188294193051382896</id><published>2011-03-26T16:47:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-03-27T03:16:22.385+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ainda que aconteça muito raramente há sempre um momento na minha vida em que vivo como que tivesse um dever cumprido, uma felicidade eminente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Este é o momento. Apesar de não haver qualquer motivo, sinto-me bem comigo mesma e com os outros. Já há muito que não sentia que fiz tudo o que podia e dei tudo o que tinha para originar o meu próprio bem-estar. É uma sensação de vitória.&lt;br /&gt;A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526934170440582061-6188294193051382896?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/6188294193051382896/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/03/ainda-que-aconteca-muito-raramente-ha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/6188294193051382896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/6188294193051382896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/03/ainda-que-aconteca-muito-raramente-ha.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-35038515794782110</id><published>2011-03-25T23:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-25T23:29:30.110Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"As we strain to gasp the things we desire the things we think will make our lives better: money,&lt;br /&gt;popularity, fame... we ignore what truly matters ... the simple things... like friendship, family, love.&lt;br /&gt;The things we probably already had."&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526934170440582061-35038515794782110?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/35038515794782110/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/03/as-we-strain-to-gasp-things-we-desire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/35038515794782110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/35038515794782110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/03/as-we-strain-to-gasp-things-we-desire.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-2963486121098839487</id><published>2011-03-25T22:52:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-03-25T22:59:25.034Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;O passado é lição para reflectir, não para repetir&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Mário de Andrade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break"&gt;&lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Ultimamente têm aparecido na minha mente como que uns flashes ininterruptos. Tudo o que vivi, conquistei e aprendi ao longo dos anos. O meu passado.&lt;br /&gt;Numa questão de horas posso dar volta ao meu passado, as questões mais pertinentes.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda que haja momentos que gostaria de mudar, não seria a mesma sem todas as vivências que tive anteriormente. Todos os momentos, bons ou maus, conseguiram construir-me no que me tornei.&lt;br /&gt;A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526934170440582061-2963486121098839487?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/2963486121098839487/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/03/o-passado-e-licao-para-reflectir-nao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/2963486121098839487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/2963486121098839487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/03/o-passado-e-licao-para-reflectir-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526934170440582061.post-2511063459343659041</id><published>2011-03-24T21:59:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-03-24T22:00:37.620Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Do not look back and grieve over the past, for it is gone. And do not trouble about the future for it is yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;Live in the present and make it so beautiful, that it will be worth remembering.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Scott Taylor&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/4526934170440582061-2511063459343659041?l=lost-memories7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/feeds/2511063459343659041/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/03/do-not-look-back-and-grieve-over-past.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/2511063459343659041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526934170440582061/posts/default/2511063459343659041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lost-memories7.blogspot.com/2011/03/do-not-look-back-and-grieve-over-past.html' title=''/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16841334405856717392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poHj_WPQIJ8/ToibbosB0xI/AAAAAAAAAkE/X4bu8mo5R2g/s220/vvcnvn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
