<?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-1801668459393444565</id><updated>2011-07-29T01:00:45.065+01:00</updated><title type='text'>docedesejodeamar</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>In secret love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532315307773554541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/TLnofp6_91I/AAAAAAAAAWo/7A1aEkJ83QY/S220/DSC_1001.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801668459393444565.post-1158335556876132912</id><published>2010-10-16T18:51:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T18:57:08.470+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/TLnmkJzaEVI/AAAAAAAAAWg/76NUHZS0nHM/s1600/DSC_1000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/TLnmkJzaEVI/AAAAAAAAAWg/76NUHZS0nHM/s400/DSC_1000.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528703526355210578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Estou na Suica, com o homem que amo, que realmente me estä a mostrar a vida, a felicidade plena,  a cada dia que passa sou mais feliz, hoje digo que valeu a pena tudo o que sofri, o tempo que esperei, e sei hoje que decidi no tempo certo pensar em mim pois encontrei este homem maravilhoso, o meu sorriso voltou, alegria de viver, e amar. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Obrigada por tudo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amo-te muito ciganito&lt;/b&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/1801668459393444565-1158335556876132912?l=docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/feeds/1158335556876132912/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1801668459393444565&amp;postID=1158335556876132912' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/1158335556876132912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/1158335556876132912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/2010/10/estou-na-suica-com-o-homem-que-amo-que.html' title=''/><author><name>In secret love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532315307773554541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/TLnofp6_91I/AAAAAAAAAWo/7A1aEkJ83QY/S220/DSC_1001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/TLnmkJzaEVI/AAAAAAAAAWg/76NUHZS0nHM/s72-c/DSC_1000.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801668459393444565.post-1635994673291282459</id><published>2010-05-10T19:50:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T19:58:15.137+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/S-hWc3p--5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/w0MkTDr7WQc/s1600/images%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 99px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/S-hWc3p--5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/w0MkTDr7WQc/s400/images%5B5%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469716801417837458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Estou feliz, hoje digo estou feliz,&lt;br /&gt;estou a refazer a minha vida,&lt;br /&gt;encontrei um homem maravilhoso&lt;br /&gt;o meu sorriso, alegria de viver está de volta&lt;br /&gt;estou amar novamente, e sabe tao bem sentir-me assim&lt;br /&gt;estou agarrar esta oportunidade, e nao vou perde-la.&lt;br /&gt;Vou ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1801668459393444565-1635994673291282459?l=docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/feeds/1635994673291282459/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1801668459393444565&amp;postID=1635994673291282459' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/1635994673291282459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/1635994673291282459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/2010/05/estou-feliz-hoje-digo-estou-feliz-estou.html' title=''/><author><name>In secret love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532315307773554541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/TLnofp6_91I/AAAAAAAAAWo/7A1aEkJ83QY/S220/DSC_1001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/S-hWc3p--5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/w0MkTDr7WQc/s72-c/images%5B5%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801668459393444565.post-5014803299191817083</id><published>2010-04-08T00:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T00:33:52.047+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/S70WEs_p1qI/AAAAAAAAAWI/rSOlFYBATwM/s1600/Imagem+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/S70WEs_p1qI/AAAAAAAAAWI/rSOlFYBATwM/s400/Imagem+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457542593496340130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1801668459393444565-5014803299191817083?l=docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/feeds/5014803299191817083/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1801668459393444565&amp;postID=5014803299191817083' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/5014803299191817083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/5014803299191817083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>In secret love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532315307773554541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/TLnofp6_91I/AAAAAAAAAWo/7A1aEkJ83QY/S220/DSC_1001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/S70WEs_p1qI/AAAAAAAAAWI/rSOlFYBATwM/s72-c/Imagem+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801668459393444565.post-2096153613618837352</id><published>2010-03-28T23:23:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T23:45:37.507+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/S6_Y9-rn6BI/AAAAAAAAAWA/vqlQgZ7PTVY/s1600/Imagem+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/S6_Y9-rn6BI/AAAAAAAAAWA/vqlQgZ7PTVY/s400/Imagem+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453816233078548498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;E a vida volta a sorrir para mim,&lt;br /&gt;sinto-me em paz, e começo a ser feliz.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1801668459393444565-2096153613618837352?l=docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/feeds/2096153613618837352/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1801668459393444565&amp;postID=2096153613618837352' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/2096153613618837352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/2096153613618837352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/2010/03/e-vida-volta-sorrir-para-mim-sinto-me.html' title=''/><author><name>In secret love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532315307773554541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/TLnofp6_91I/AAAAAAAAAWo/7A1aEkJ83QY/S220/DSC_1001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/S6_Y9-rn6BI/AAAAAAAAAWA/vqlQgZ7PTVY/s72-c/Imagem+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801668459393444565.post-7975053443574984606</id><published>2010-03-19T20:58:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-03-19T21:26:21.009Z</updated><title type='text'>Pai</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/S6PmLzB5_lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/mF8axEtXvhM/s1600-h/bodas+224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/S6PmLzB5_lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/mF8axEtXvhM/s400/bodas+224.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450453064399584850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pai, hoje é o dia do pai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;esse dia deveria ser todos os dias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sabes pai, um dia foste o meu idolo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mesmo tu nao sendo daquelas pessoas que demonstrem muitos afectos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;eras aquela pessoa que eu escutava e idolatrava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;contigo aprendi a rir, aprendi tudo o que sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Naquele dia magoaste-me muito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Muito tempo estivemos sem falar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;se soubesses como eu tive saudades, como chorei a sentir a tua falta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;quantas vezes me apeteceu voltar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hoje que estou de volta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a nossa relaçao ja nao é a mesma, mas mesmo assim pai, eu adoro-te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e agora que a tua saude piorou muito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;eu nao posso sequer pensar que te vou perder pai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cada vez que te levo para o hospital, nao sei se vais voltar comigo para casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E isso pai está a doer-me muito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ver o teu sofrimento, ver-te chorar, ver o que te fazem, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Faço-me de forte ao teu lado, e de forte quando saio para falar com a mae, ou dar noticias de ti a quem se preocupa contigo, mas sempre acabo por me isolar para chorar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pai hoje neste dia, quero dizer-te que te adoro, e que tudo vai correr bem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bju pai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1801668459393444565-7975053443574984606?l=docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/feeds/7975053443574984606/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1801668459393444565&amp;postID=7975053443574984606' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/7975053443574984606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/7975053443574984606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/2010/03/pai.html' title='Pai'/><author><name>In secret love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532315307773554541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/TLnofp6_91I/AAAAAAAAAWo/7A1aEkJ83QY/S220/DSC_1001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/S6PmLzB5_lI/AAAAAAAAAV4/mF8axEtXvhM/s72-c/bodas+224.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801668459393444565.post-8976943348336516166</id><published>2010-03-10T15:22:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-03-10T15:27:53.496Z</updated><title type='text'>Para o amor nao vivido</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/S5e6OAvWpqI/AAAAAAAAAUs/06pbW7i_fgk/s1600-h/so.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 123px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/S5e6OAvWpqI/AAAAAAAAAUs/06pbW7i_fgk/s400/so.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447027024207455906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" id="msgcns!8ABE5081B645211!865" class="bvMsg"&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Para o amor não vivido deixo as saudades dos beijos não dados, dos  momentos não compartilhados e das brigas que não tivemos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do amor não vivido ficaram as marcas de amor não feito, dos  olhares e apelidos não dados e das noites que viraram dia sem se ver.  Fica a saudade do que não foi, e daquilo que não vai ser. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do amor não vivido restaram as lembranças do sonho, do sorriso,  da lágrima e do gozo, restou a utopia, restou o amor que ficou encostado  no canto, porque houve medo. Porque o coração virou pedra, e não fui eu  que o transformei. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do amor não vivido, não viverei mais, do amor que se escolheu  abandonar, deixo para a razão e que ela cuide dele se puder, ou  esqueça-o, e que este não se torne pedra no meu coração. Que não seja  hiato. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ao amor não vivido desejo sorte, desejo paz e sobretudo amor. E  que viva, que viva e que viva de novo e seja você flor de novo no  coração de quem o merecer, que seja sorriso e que seja pleno. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E que viva enfim o amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/1801668459393444565-8976943348336516166?l=docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/feeds/8976943348336516166/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1801668459393444565&amp;postID=8976943348336516166' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/8976943348336516166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/8976943348336516166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/2010/03/para-o-amor-nao-vivido.html' title='Para o amor nao vivido'/><author><name>In secret love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532315307773554541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/TLnofp6_91I/AAAAAAAAAWo/7A1aEkJ83QY/S220/DSC_1001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/S5e6OAvWpqI/AAAAAAAAAUs/06pbW7i_fgk/s72-c/so.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801668459393444565.post-4995815097183771278</id><published>2010-03-01T19:06:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-03-01T19:11:41.478Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443744532332637538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/S4wQz1mpbWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/xwCo9Tpp5Fo/s400/thumbnail%5B91%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mais uns dias assim, sem comentarios, nao vale a pena. .....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/S4wQ-kdMrFI/AAAAAAAAAUk/xqSz-88EobI/s1600-h/images[34].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443744716708162642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/S4wQ-kdMrFI/AAAAAAAAAUk/xqSz-88EobI/s400/images%5B34%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1801668459393444565-4995815097183771278?l=docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/feeds/4995815097183771278/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1801668459393444565&amp;postID=4995815097183771278' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/4995815097183771278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/4995815097183771278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/2010/03/mais-uns-dias-assim-sem-comentarios-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>In secret love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532315307773554541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/TLnofp6_91I/AAAAAAAAAWo/7A1aEkJ83QY/S220/DSC_1001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/S4wQz1mpbWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/xwCo9Tpp5Fo/s72-c/thumbnail%5B91%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801668459393444565.post-6790183428298013785</id><published>2010-02-19T22:21:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-19T22:25:18.167Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/S38PLO1xJxI/AAAAAAAAAUU/LSZ77YQHKqI/s1600-h/thumbnail[26].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440083560523441938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/S38PLO1xJxI/AAAAAAAAAUU/LSZ77YQHKqI/s400/thumbnail%5B26%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estou doente, acho que deve ser algo serio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os medicos mandaram repetir exames, analises....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nao sei , nao ha-de ser nada de mais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e se for ...... que seja......&lt;/strong&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/1801668459393444565-6790183428298013785?l=docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/feeds/6790183428298013785/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1801668459393444565&amp;postID=6790183428298013785' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/6790183428298013785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/6790183428298013785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/2010/02/estou-doente-acho-que-deve-ser-algo.html' title=''/><author><name>In secret love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532315307773554541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/TLnofp6_91I/AAAAAAAAAWo/7A1aEkJ83QY/S220/DSC_1001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/S38PLO1xJxI/AAAAAAAAAUU/LSZ77YQHKqI/s72-c/thumbnail%5B26%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801668459393444565.post-1562419286223316810</id><published>2010-02-14T13:46:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-14T14:13:55.244Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/S3gEkTfCvGI/AAAAAAAAAUM/ydzUmLUdKdM/s1600-h/0eO6oel2f[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438101571802152034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/S3gEkTfCvGI/AAAAAAAAAUM/ydzUmLUdKdM/s400/0eO6oel2f%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoje recomeço a minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chega de ilusoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sofrimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;esperança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoje é o meu primeiro dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;deixo 29 anos para tras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;guardados onde pertencem, no passado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoje nasce a nova Ana Paula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/1801668459393444565-1562419286223316810?l=docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/feeds/1562419286223316810/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1801668459393444565&amp;postID=1562419286223316810' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/1562419286223316810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/1562419286223316810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/2010/02/hoje-recomeco-minha-vida-chega-de.html' title=''/><author><name>In secret love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532315307773554541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/TLnofp6_91I/AAAAAAAAAWo/7A1aEkJ83QY/S220/DSC_1001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/S3gEkTfCvGI/AAAAAAAAAUM/ydzUmLUdKdM/s72-c/0eO6oel2f%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801668459393444565.post-4332096334350051423</id><published>2010-02-13T17:44:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-13T18:00:39.566Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/S3blwKwL85I/AAAAAAAAAUE/IuX3Xi3OdYs/s1600-h/images[34].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437786215779398546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/S3blwKwL85I/AAAAAAAAAUE/IuX3Xi3OdYs/s400/images%5B34%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/S3blRY187ZI/AAAAAAAAAT8/VLIMiWTmuvg/s1600-h/images[34].jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sinto tantas saudades tuas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Meu Deus ,está tao dificil aguentar isto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sinto-me desiludida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nao esperava isto de ti, este silencio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;este despreso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nunca esperei que o fim viesse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Preciso esqueçer e nao consigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Preciso seguir a minha vida e nao consigo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mais do que nunca preciso de o fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Estou sem trabalho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Estou atrofiar estar em casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Estou a sentir que vou explodir a qualquer momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Apetece gritar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So precisava de um Oi, um oi vindo de ti, seria o meu alento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Juraste nunca me abandonar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas tambem juraste tanta coisa que nao cumpriste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Porque haverias de cumprir essa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Está a doer tanto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/1801668459393444565-4332096334350051423?l=docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/feeds/4332096334350051423/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1801668459393444565&amp;postID=4332096334350051423' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/4332096334350051423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/4332096334350051423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/2010/02/sinto-tantas-saudades-tuas-meu-deus.html' title=''/><author><name>In secret love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532315307773554541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/TLnofp6_91I/AAAAAAAAAWo/7A1aEkJ83QY/S220/DSC_1001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/S3blwKwL85I/AAAAAAAAAUE/IuX3Xi3OdYs/s72-c/images%5B34%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801668459393444565.post-2105103770155959113</id><published>2010-02-11T21:58:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-11T22:06:23.497Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/S3R-KkgjC4I/AAAAAAAAAT0/GrrONHB0Kqc/s1600-h/thumbnail[7].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437109370207013762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 147px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/S3R-KkgjC4I/AAAAAAAAAT0/GrrONHB0Kqc/s400/thumbnail%5B7%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Se duvidas tinha, hoje  desapareceram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Pela primeira vez em alguns anos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Nada me disseste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Nao que eu ligue ao dia que é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas sentia-te proximo de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoje nem isso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1801668459393444565-2105103770155959113?l=docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/feeds/2105103770155959113/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1801668459393444565&amp;postID=2105103770155959113' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/2105103770155959113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/2105103770155959113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/2010/02/se-duvidas-tinha-hoje-desapareceram.html' title=''/><author><name>In secret love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532315307773554541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/TLnofp6_91I/AAAAAAAAAWo/7A1aEkJ83QY/S220/DSC_1001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/S3R-KkgjC4I/AAAAAAAAAT0/GrrONHB0Kqc/s72-c/thumbnail%5B7%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801668459393444565.post-752256375401270998</id><published>2010-02-10T22:08:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-10T22:15:39.250Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/S3MupiiuXQI/AAAAAAAAATs/VvWlyInZuw4/s1600-h/images[3].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436740466348285186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 97px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/S3MupiiuXQI/AAAAAAAAATs/VvWlyInZuw4/s400/images%5B3%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aii se ouço mais as frases&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" recibos verdes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"comissoes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" procuramos alguem mais novo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu juro que me passo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nao pensei que seria tao complicado confesso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e essas frases remoem na minha cabeça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;vou continuar na luta, nao posso fazer de outro jeito &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1801668459393444565-752256375401270998?l=docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/feeds/752256375401270998/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1801668459393444565&amp;postID=752256375401270998' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/752256375401270998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/752256375401270998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/2010/02/aii-se-ouco-mais-as-frases-recibos.html' title=''/><author><name>In secret love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532315307773554541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/TLnofp6_91I/AAAAAAAAAWo/7A1aEkJ83QY/S220/DSC_1001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/S3MupiiuXQI/AAAAAAAAATs/VvWlyInZuw4/s72-c/images%5B3%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801668459393444565.post-2854335673561563534</id><published>2010-02-09T21:45:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-09T21:57:10.437Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/S3HXynDzwsI/AAAAAAAAATk/hEmXTb8OwoA/s1600-h/thumbnail[91].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436363489691288258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/S3HXynDzwsI/AAAAAAAAATk/hEmXTb8OwoA/s400/thumbnail%5B91%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoje fui a algumas entrevistas..... Nao correram bem, pareçe que a minha idade ja nao me permite certas coisas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pior é ter quebrado a promessa que um dia fiz, nao voltar a casa dos meus pais, e ca estou eu, a ouvir o que sempre quis evitar " eu bem te disse".....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Estou exausta, triste, desiludida, é ja o meu estado normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A vida tem sido madrasta comigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas se o é tem motivos para tal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Perdi o unico homem que amei, o unico trabalho que gostava, os anos estao a passar e eu n sou feliz, aprendi a fingir, e fingo tao bem que nada me atinge, que tenho momentos em que eu propria acredito no meu fingimento, mas a noite chega, e o pano desçe, a minha realidade apareçe, e eu deito-me nesta cama a chorar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Revejo toda a minha vida, e vejo que nunca fui nada, absolutamente nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Questiono DEUS, a mim, o mundo, e nao tenho respostas, elas nao chegam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pergunto-me  o que vou fazer agora??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1801668459393444565-2854335673561563534?l=docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/TLnofp6_91I/AAAAAAAAAWo/7A1aEkJ83QY/S220/DSC_1001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/S3HXynDzwsI/AAAAAAAAATk/hEmXTb8OwoA/s72-c/thumbnail%5B91%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801668459393444565.post-7111368707074709426</id><published>2010-02-08T17:11:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-08T17:21:52.043Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/S3BGVngL52I/AAAAAAAAATc/_stloRzT--U/s1600-h/esp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435922087431366498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/S3BGVngL52I/AAAAAAAAATc/_stloRzT--U/s400/esp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;E pronto mais um recomeço de vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoje perdi o meu trabalho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;A unica coisa que encontrei para alem de ti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Tenho de recomeçar do zero mesmo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1801668459393444565-7111368707074709426?l=docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/feeds/7111368707074709426/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1801668459393444565&amp;postID=7111368707074709426' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/7111368707074709426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/7111368707074709426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/2010/02/e-pronto-mais-um-recomeco-de-vida-hoje.html' title=''/><author><name>In secret love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532315307773554541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/TLnofp6_91I/AAAAAAAAAWo/7A1aEkJ83QY/S220/DSC_1001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;lentamente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;como se nao tivessem fim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;a dor ainda anda por aqui &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;nao sei o tempo que vai levar a ir embora, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;muito menos sei se algum dia se vai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;estou a tentar seguir com a vida em frente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;tal como tu ja ha muito o fizeste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;nao é facil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;sinto dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;choro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;revolto-me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;todos os dias, a todo o momento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;mas desta vez , sigo com a certeza que te foste de vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;que tentei de tudo, sigo de consciencia tranquila que tudo fiz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;para recuperar o que se perdeu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;E sei que um dia, nao sei quando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;eu vou voltar a ter aquele sorriso que um dia tive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;nao importa os dias, meses ou ate mesmo anos que demore a consegui-lo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;mas vou conseguir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;O que sinto por ti, talvez nunca deixe de o sentir, foste o meu melhor tempo da minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;mas a vida é assim mesmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Estou a dar um passo de cada vez e um dia destes voltarei a sorrir para a vida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;A ti que tao importante foste na minha vida, desejo-te tudo de melhor que a vida te possa oferecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sei que o adeus entre nós nunca aconteceu como prometido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Houve apenas sumiço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas nao faz mal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;felicidades para ti um grande beijo repleto de tudo o que desejes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1801668459393444565-6774029416298165560?l=docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/feeds/6774029416298165560/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1801668459393444565&amp;postID=6774029416298165560' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/6774029416298165560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/6774029416298165560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/2010/02/os-dias-vao-passando-lentamente-como-se.html' title=''/><author><name>In secret love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532315307773554541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/TLnofp6_91I/AAAAAAAAAWo/7A1aEkJ83QY/S220/DSC_1001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/S2i7ex5o86I/AAAAAAAAATU/0UUWeKAQKhA/s72-c/tIn6G8775893-01%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801668459393444565.post-7646109453115353338</id><published>2010-01-24T16:01:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-01-24T21:36:30.579Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/S1xvinPX8vI/AAAAAAAAATE/pdqrauu4fmE/s1600-h/thumbnail[43].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430337891141677810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/S1xvinPX8vI/AAAAAAAAATE/pdqrauu4fmE/s400/thumbnail%5B43%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;A tua ajuda xegou. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Como disseste:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Tinham tudo para dar certo, e o mundo tudo para darem errado"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;So tenho que me tenhas iludido tanto, com falsas promessas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Podias ter logo sido sincero como tantas vezes te pedi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas nao o foste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Resta-me fazer o que ate hoje nao fiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Seguir com a minha vida para a frente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Nao será facil, mas tenho de fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Como alguem me disse, nao posso ficar com os restos (se bem que eu aceitaria tudo o pouco que tivesses para me ofereçer, bastava tu quereres).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Tomaste a tua decisao, agora eu tomo a minha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Se um dia quiseres falar sabes onde me encontrar , sê feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Adeus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1801668459393444565-7646109453115353338?l=docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/feeds/7646109453115353338/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1801668459393444565&amp;postID=7646109453115353338' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/7646109453115353338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/7646109453115353338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/2010/01/tua-ajuda-xegou.html' title=''/><author><name>In secret love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532315307773554541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/TLnofp6_91I/AAAAAAAAAWo/7A1aEkJ83QY/S220/DSC_1001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/S1xvinPX8vI/AAAAAAAAATE/pdqrauu4fmE/s72-c/thumbnail%5B43%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801668459393444565.post-948846921261558043</id><published>2010-01-13T23:09:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-13T23:18:11.811Z</updated><title type='text'>Ajuda-me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/S05UneQff4I/AAAAAAAAAS8/2f6_1xR606g/s1600-h/thumbnail[87].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426367638141894530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/S05UneQff4I/AAAAAAAAAS8/2f6_1xR606g/s400/thumbnail%5B87%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Como eu te queria esquecer tal como tu fizeste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Queria seguir a minha vida sem ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Queria nao mais sofrer por te amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Queria nao mais sentir raiva de mim por te continuar amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;este gosto a cinza que tenho na boca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sinto-me a sufocar uma vez mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Desta vez vi-te ou pelo menos eu senti-te tao confiante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;tao determinado a vivermos aquilo que nao podemos no passado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;aceitei todas as condiçoes que me colocas-te &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;e mesmo assim, voltaste a pisar em mim, a gozar comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Porque??????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Queria tanto entender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sei que te fiz muito mal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas nao achas que ja paguei o suficiente??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Porque continuas a magoar-me??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Porque continuo amar-te mesmo depois de tudo o que me tens feito???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Por favor eu preciso de um pouco de paz, nao aguento mais , eu avisei-te que nao aguentava sofrer mais uma vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;por favor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1801668459393444565-948846921261558043?l=docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/feeds/948846921261558043/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1801668459393444565&amp;postID=948846921261558043' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/948846921261558043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/948846921261558043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/2010/01/ajuda-me.html' title='Ajuda-me'/><author><name>In secret love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532315307773554541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/TLnofp6_91I/AAAAAAAAAWo/7A1aEkJ83QY/S220/DSC_1001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/S05UneQff4I/AAAAAAAAAS8/2f6_1xR606g/s72-c/thumbnail%5B87%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801668459393444565.post-2584098763279270885</id><published>2010-01-12T22:14:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-01-12T22:52:58.695Z</updated><title type='text'>Mais uma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/S0z85Q6LeKI/AAAAAAAAAS0/plo4bXcat2Y/s1600-h/thumbnail[10].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425989711796336802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/S0z85Q6LeKI/AAAAAAAAAS0/plo4bXcat2Y/s400/thumbnail%5B10%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mais uma vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Voltaste a brincar comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a brincar com os meus sentimentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e eu feita burra mais uma vez cai na tua conversa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;maldito amor este que por ti sinto, que tanto me deu, mas que tanto me tem magoado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;como é possivel que te de tanto prazer brincares comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Porque es assim?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Porque nao consegues ser sincero comigo nem uma unica vez???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So te pedia isso , uma unica vez sincero &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas isso tu nunca o vais conseguir ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nao sei se por cobardia, ou por algo mais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quanto a mim continuo a chorar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Com odio da vida, do mundo , de tudo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas um dia eu aprendo a nao me deixar enfeitiçar por ti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1801668459393444565-2584098763279270885?l=docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/TLnofp6_91I/AAAAAAAAAWo/7A1aEkJ83QY/S220/DSC_1001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/S0z85Q6LeKI/AAAAAAAAAS0/plo4bXcat2Y/s72-c/thumbnail%5B10%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801668459393444565.post-7830296258688639676</id><published>2009-12-31T18:09:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-31T18:13:36.030Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/Szzo4wzBndI/AAAAAAAAASk/FZk_XGo7kj8/s1600-h/thumbnail[34].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421464113316470226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/Szzo4wzBndI/AAAAAAAAASk/FZk_XGo7kj8/s400/thumbnail%5B34%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A todos os que de alguma forma passaram na minha vida, neste ano de 2009, eu desejo que 2010 lhes traga tudo o que 2009 lhes negou. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bju para todos, e um fantastico ano novo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Juice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421464931922431218" 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801668459393444565.post-2581632950879283113</id><published>2009-12-31T00:19:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-31T00:34:18.541Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SzvuV001fCI/AAAAAAAAASc/rHZ0RYyByu0/s1600-h/images[3].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421188635195440162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SzvuV001fCI/AAAAAAAAASc/rHZ0RYyByu0/s400/images%5B3%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que raiva, odio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Odeio-te &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Odeio porque fazes de mim o que queres&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Odeio-te porque mesmo sabendo que me vais voltar a magoar, eu aceito-te&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Odeio-te quando me iludes , me enxes de esperança&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Odeio-te quando acendes a chama do meu amor por ti &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;odeio-te quando volto a ter completamente entregue a ti, tu puxas o meu tapete , sem dó nem piedade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Odeio-te porque mesmo magoada nao te consigo esqueçer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Odeio-te mas odeio-me mais a mim, porque mesmo depois de tudo o que me fazes eu continuo amar-te&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1801668459393444565-2581632950879283113?l=docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/feeds/2581632950879283113/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1801668459393444565&amp;postID=2581632950879283113' title='0 Comentários'/><link 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TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SzUj6M8o1sI/AAAAAAAAASM/SATaxQju6qk/s400/thumbnail%5B50%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1801668459393444565-657102544157706901?l=docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/feeds/657102544157706901/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1801668459393444565&amp;postID=657102544157706901' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/657102544157706901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/Sx6RmsGPc8I/AAAAAAAAASE/18xJZe8jngQ/s1600-h/images[10].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412923896004309954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/Sx6RmsGPc8I/AAAAAAAAASE/18xJZe8jngQ/s400/images%5B10%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Palavras para que???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1801668459393444565-2491642157833136866?l=docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/feeds/2491642157833136866/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1801668459393444565&amp;postID=2491642157833136866' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/2491642157833136866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/2491642157833136866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/2009/12/palavras-para-que.html' title=''/><author><name>In secret love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532315307773554541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/TLnofp6_91I/AAAAAAAAAWo/7A1aEkJ83QY/S220/DSC_1001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/Sx6RmsGPc8I/AAAAAAAAASE/18xJZe8jngQ/s72-c/images%5B10%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801668459393444565.post-679066241775991281</id><published>2009-12-02T21:47:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-04T23:28:37.109Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410758938019559618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SxbgljHs-MI/AAAAAAAAAR0/S5JXIexSqr8/s400/umk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vagueio por entre a noite, procurando-te&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;por entre sonhos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;desejos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;promessas &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lembranças&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vagueio dentro de mim &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tentando encontrar-te a meu lado &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a minha cama está gelada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nao sinto o calor do teu corpo junto a mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nao sinto as tuas palavras doces, meigas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aquelas que tao bem me faziam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o meu coração apertado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dos meus olhos correm lagrimas de dor e saudade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a minha alma vazia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Onde estás???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pergunto a Deus, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a lua e estrelas que vejo neste momento &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vejo-te em tudo o que faço e penso &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas nao te encontro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Este amor que por ti sinto tao protegido &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tao desejado e sonhado &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;apenas guardo neste coraçao tao sofrido pela falta de ti.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adormeço a pensar em ti&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a desejar que estivesses aqui ao meu lado &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sonho contigo, nao quero acordar, revivo tudo o que vivemos e recuso-me abrir os olhos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;por favor nao me façam acordar deste sonho, tenho-te ao meu lado, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tenho tudo o que desejo, deixem-me continuar assim por favor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porquê?????? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porquê tenho de acordar todos os dias? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porquê tenho de te perder sempre que abro os olhos??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sinto tanto a tua falta, Deus, como eu tenho saudades tuas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1801668459393444565-679066241775991281?l=docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/feeds/679066241775991281/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1801668459393444565&amp;postID=679066241775991281' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/679066241775991281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/679066241775991281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/2009/12/vagueio-por-entre-noite-procurando-te.html' title=''/><author><name>In secret love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532315307773554541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/TLnofp6_91I/AAAAAAAAAWo/7A1aEkJ83QY/S220/DSC_1001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SxbgljHs-MI/AAAAAAAAAR0/S5JXIexSqr8/s72-c/umk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801668459393444565.post-6844443439317249822</id><published>2009-11-29T23:31:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-30T00:03:18.110Z</updated><title type='text'>Estou feliz.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SxMFLXLegII/AAAAAAAAARk/fGdw2kKb-JU/s1600/Ã§jh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409673270160949378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SxMFLXLegII/AAAAAAAAARk/fGdw2kKb-JU/s400/%C3%A7jh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Obrigada querido, por tudo o que ja me deste, e que sei que ainda me vais dar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Obrigada por me devolveres alegria de viver, fizeste-me voltar a sorrir, depois de tanto tempo sem o fazer, os meus sonhos querem renasçer , mas o medo nao quer deixar, nao quero e nao posso voltar a sofrer, nao iria suportar passar tudo mais uma vez.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estou feliz, nao me importa que seja temporario, mas estou e muito&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nao vou pensar no amanha , mas apenas no hoje, porque hoje eu estou muito bem, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sinto-me como ja ha muito nao me sentia, e vou guardar bem dentro de mim este sentimento.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estou feliz!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Procuro no meu peito um pequeno espaço para sentir as palavras que te escrevo. Procuro na minha alma o porquê da minha felicidade ... Não encontro o espaço que procuro. O meu peito está ocupado com a tua imagem, com as tuas palavras, com as tuas melodias, que me embalam sempre para junto de ti.No meu peito nao há lugar para mais nada, para mais ninguém, apenas para ti meu amor. Mas na minha alma encontro a razão dos meus sentimentos.Na minha alma cabem as palavras que te escrevo, que saem da minha voz adormecida cada vez que acordo.Na minha alma encontro a razão da minha felicidade: TU MEU AMOR.Eu amo-te meu amor, estou apaixonada... podes vê-lo na emoção dos meus olhos, na expressão do meu rosto, neste sentir permanente de te querer nos meus braços para afagar com o meu silêncio as palavras que não preciso de te dizer ... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EU Amo-te &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para ti meu amor... EU amo-te&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1801668459393444565-6844443439317249822?l=docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/feeds/6844443439317249822/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1801668459393444565&amp;postID=6844443439317249822' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/6844443439317249822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/6844443439317249822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/2009/11/estou-feliz.html' title='Estou feliz.....'/><author><name>In secret love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532315307773554541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/TLnofp6_91I/AAAAAAAAAWo/7A1aEkJ83QY/S220/DSC_1001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SxMFLXLegII/AAAAAAAAARk/fGdw2kKb-JU/s72-c/%C3%A7jh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801668459393444565.post-7215915579819165709</id><published>2009-11-22T21:51:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-11-22T22:02:49.753Z</updated><title type='text'>Preciso de ti ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/Swm0LM1bfeI/AAAAAAAAARU/C5cseR0LVWE/s1600/kgff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407050932151877090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/Swm0LM1bfeI/AAAAAAAAARU/C5cseR0LVWE/s400/kgff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SwmzGY9hUiI/AAAAAAAAARM/hTbsHyVNPio/s1600/kh.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Preciso de ti. Por nenhuma razão em especial. Apenas por tudo, apenas por nada. Preciso desse sorriso, que se te acende no rosto e me ilumina os dias. Preciso de me encontrar no brilho dos teus olhos faroleiros que me fazem rumar ao cais onde te escondes. Preciso de ti… de deitar a cabeça no teu peito e ouvir o tic tac de um coração que trabalha com a precisão de um relógio suíço. Preciso de te ouvir gemer baixinho o meu nome em doces ecos surdos. Quero adormecer no teu colo e repousar em ti este permanente cansaço. Preciso de ti… porque a minha alma já não me pertence, abandonou-me e habita descaradamente na tua. Preciso que abandones todos os medos e dúvidas e que te deites ao meu lado, que me abraces de forma carinhosa e protectora. E amanhã, quando eu acordar… preciso que estejas exactamente no mesmo sítio. Preciso que me digas que gostas de mim ......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;AD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/1801668459393444565-7215915579819165709?l=docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/feeds/7215915579819165709/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1801668459393444565&amp;postID=7215915579819165709' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/7215915579819165709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/7215915579819165709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/2009/11/preciso-de-ti.html' title='Preciso de ti ....'/><author><name>In secret love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532315307773554541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/TLnofp6_91I/AAAAAAAAAWo/7A1aEkJ83QY/S220/DSC_1001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/Swm0LM1bfeI/AAAAAAAAARU/C5cseR0LVWE/s72-c/kgff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801668459393444565.post-6849040753696915344</id><published>2009-11-12T00:35:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-11-12T00:48:42.924Z</updated><title type='text'>Será mais uma vez o fim?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SvtZlSoHVZI/AAAAAAAAARE/3DzTaXBypeU/s1600-h/5615_1171675975898_1347962235_30445324_2290868_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403010675151164818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SvtZlSoHVZI/AAAAAAAAARE/3DzTaXBypeU/s400/5615_1171675975898_1347962235_30445324_2290868_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SvtYZKwWfFI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/SrxFpEvS2qY/s1600-h/5615_1171675975898_1347962235_30445324_2290868_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Voltei a falhar mais uma vez, desiludi quem está comigo&lt;br /&gt;sinto-me tao magoada com a vida,&lt;br /&gt;que virei desconfiada, sei que com ele nao tinha motivos para tal&lt;br /&gt;Mas foi mais forte do que eu&lt;br /&gt;E agora está desiludido&lt;br /&gt;Começo acreditar no que sempre me disseram&lt;br /&gt;Que eu nunca ia ser ninguem, que nunca ia ser nem fazer ninguem feliz&lt;br /&gt;Estive tanto tempo sozinha, e no momento em que realmente eu decido seguir em frente&lt;br /&gt;estrago tudo&lt;br /&gt;Porque a vida tem de ser tão injusta?&lt;br /&gt;Porque nunca consigo ser feliz, ou pelo menos tentar&lt;br /&gt;Neste caso acho que mais uma vez estraguei tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ele testou-me, e eu perdi, perdi a confiança dele. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fazer o que? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Apenas posso esperar para ver o que vai acontecer, mas infelizmente acho que sei qual vai ser o final, vai ser o mesmo que sempre foi&lt;br /&gt;O fim......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1801668459393444565-6849040753696915344?l=docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/feeds/6849040753696915344/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1801668459393444565&amp;postID=6849040753696915344' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/6849040753696915344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/6849040753696915344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/2009/11/voltei-falhar-mais-uma-vez-desiludi.html' title='Será mais uma vez o fim?'/><author><name>In secret love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532315307773554541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/TLnofp6_91I/AAAAAAAAAWo/7A1aEkJ83QY/S220/DSC_1001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SvtZlSoHVZI/AAAAAAAAARE/3DzTaXBypeU/s72-c/5615_1171675975898_1347962235_30445324_2290868_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801668459393444565.post-7103913377124527852</id><published>2009-11-05T23:14:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-05T23:29:57.706Z</updated><title type='text'>Novidades</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SvNcupCf1JI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/PWc3JVZr0Hc/s1600-h/Dock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 337px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 211px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400762334507422866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SvNcupCf1JI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/PWc3JVZr0Hc/s400/Dock.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Hoje pela primeira vez em muito tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tenho algumas novidades, vou começar pelo trabalho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;estou com 3pessoas na minha equipa, um deles sei que vai longe, é muito esforçado e quer uma melhor situaçao para a vida dele, quer tambem poder mostar a familia que nao é o que eles dizem dele, os outros 2 vou ter de trabalhar com eles, para que eles se sintam bem, sinto que desta vou conseguir a minha equipa, o meu escritorio, e nada nem ninguem vai voltar a estragar isso, vou lutar, dar tudo de mim e vou conseguir, nao terei de abdicar de nada, pois nada tenho para o fazer, queo mostrar a minha familia que apesar de nao ter estudado posso ter uma vida fantastica.&lt;br /&gt;Em relaçao a minha vida particular estou a conheçer alguem que se está a mostrar alguem muito especial, carinhoso, atencioso, maduro, que sabe o que quer da vida, estou a ir muito devagar, nao quero voltar a sofrer, ja sofri demais, nem fazer sofrer ninguem, ha muito que a minha vida está parada nesse aspecto tambem. Quem sabe se nao é desta que consigo nos dois lados?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1801668459393444565-7103913377124527852?l=docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/feeds/7103913377124527852/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1801668459393444565&amp;postID=7103913377124527852' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/7103913377124527852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/7103913377124527852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/2009/11/novidades.html' title='Novidades'/><author><name>In secret love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532315307773554541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/TLnofp6_91I/AAAAAAAAAWo/7A1aEkJ83QY/S220/DSC_1001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SvNcupCf1JI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/PWc3JVZr0Hc/s72-c/Dock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801668459393444565.post-4793891434093621716</id><published>2009-10-13T23:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T23:45:35.220+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 137px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392209259149634418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/StT5wIYvq3I/AAAAAAAAAQM/hwgtZQodio0/s400/hki.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A vida tenta sorrir de novo para mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mais uma vez o medo apodera-se de todos os meus sentidos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Queria poder entregar-me a alguem &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tentar ser feliz novamente, mas nao consigo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nao sou capaz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Velhas recordaçoes vêm &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Graças a Deus a pessoa a quem me entreguei como nunca antes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;está a recuperar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fico muito feliz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e vejo que ele se encontra feliz com a sua vida, e a sua familia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De mim ja nem se deve lembrar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talvez eu tente um pouco mais desta vez &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sinto falta de carinho, afecto, atençao, abraço carinho, palavras meigas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sinto falta de me sentir alguem &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;queria que o medo me deixasse, queria sorrir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;queria nao sentir esta solidao diaria&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;queria deixar de fingir, que nao preciso de ninguem, que adoro a minha vida solitaria&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas nao consigo, o medo é mais forte do que eu &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O medo de nao conseguir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de me magoar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e pior do que tudo de magoar alguem &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a solidao vai-me matando aos poucos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tento resistir-lhe mas está cada vez mais dificil&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;custa-me andar na rua e ver casais, pessoas, felizes, sorridentes, com aquele brilho no olhar que um dia eu tive, e que ha muito nao sei o que é&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A catia diz para eu seguir em frente, nao olhar para o passado mas eu nao consigo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1801668459393444565-4793891434093621716?l=docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/feeds/4793891434093621716/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1801668459393444565&amp;postID=4793891434093621716' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/4793891434093621716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/4793891434093621716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/2009/10/vida-tenta-sorrir-de-novo-para-mim-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>In secret love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532315307773554541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/TLnofp6_91I/AAAAAAAAAWo/7A1aEkJ83QY/S220/DSC_1001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/StT5wIYvq3I/AAAAAAAAAQM/hwgtZQodio0/s72-c/hki.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801668459393444565.post-1059749331203630128</id><published>2009-09-06T02:18:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T02:35:35.563+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Se me perguntares.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SqMN_jCmsII/AAAAAAAAAQE/HiuumR3cF34/s1600-h/esp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378157765399588994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SqMN_jCmsII/AAAAAAAAAQE/HiuumR3cF34/s400/esp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Se me perguntares ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Como estou?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Respondo-te,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt; Estou quase igual, como quando me abandonaste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;com a diferença, que agora tenho os pes assentes na terra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;sei que nao mais te terei, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;mas tambem sei que para sempre te vou amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt; Se o tempo voltasse atras, eu voltaria apaixonar-me por ti?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Te diria que sim sem hesitar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Como vai a minha vida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Estou a tentar seguir em frente, recordando todos os dias os bons momentos que passamos, com a certeza que apenas isso me resta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Tenho saudades de rir, de brincar, de me sentir viva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Os dias vao passando, negros, sem sentido, mas vao passando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Pouca coisa sei de ti, apenas o que vou lendo quando aqui venho, mas tambem nao posso querer mais, pois sou apenas mais uma leitora. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Desejo-te rapidas melhoras e que sejas muito feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1801668459393444565-1059749331203630128?l=docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/feeds/1059749331203630128/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1801668459393444565&amp;postID=1059749331203630128' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/1059749331203630128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/1059749331203630128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/2009/09/se-me-perguntares.html' title='Se me perguntares.....'/><author><name>In secret love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532315307773554541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/TLnofp6_91I/AAAAAAAAAWo/7A1aEkJ83QY/S220/DSC_1001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SqMN_jCmsII/AAAAAAAAAQE/HiuumR3cF34/s72-c/esp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801668459393444565.post-3322210874938985609</id><published>2009-08-08T19:11:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T19:27:51.984+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais uma vez</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/Sn2__10rN4I/AAAAAAAAAP8/63gAfBc2hgU/s1600-h/umk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367657434396178306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/Sn2__10rN4I/AAAAAAAAAP8/63gAfBc2hgU/s400/umk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O tempo continua a passar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pouca coisa mudou, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;continuo amar alguem impossivel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tento seguir com a minha vida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas o medo é forte demais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;em cada tentativa eu penso: quem sabe se nao dá certo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas quando tentam uma maior aproximaçao&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eu fujo, nao consigo, sinto-me a trair quem nem meu é.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ausentei-me da net, deste pequeno mas tao grande mundo , que tanto me deu &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;na tentativa de deixar de sofrer tanto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e consegui estar algum tempo sem aparecer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e quando vim , reparei depois do que li &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que nao adiantou de nada &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;os meus sentimentos continuam iguais.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O silencio da outra parte desta vez é maior do que nunca&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parece feliz, em paz &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e ainda bem, porque ele mereçe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Rapidas melhoras para ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Bju &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1801668459393444565-3322210874938985609?l=docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/feeds/3322210874938985609/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1801668459393444565&amp;postID=3322210874938985609' title='0 Comentários'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801668459393444565.post-6959456853158480416</id><published>2009-06-09T23:29:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T00:22:06.376+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/Si7pxtq0WdI/AAAAAAAAAPs/V1CLcSvPFss/s1600-h/kdhge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345466848017406418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/Si7pxtq0WdI/AAAAAAAAAPs/V1CLcSvPFss/s400/kdhge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/Si7pmItiCvI/AAAAAAAAAPk/eOFpk72qUL4/s1600-h/i.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/Si7jC8OsUxI/AAAAAAAAAPc/0Vr4sSgY1ps/s1600-h/imagesd.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O tempo passa, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dias, noites interminaveis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pensamentos, lembranças, apoderam-se de mim &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tento afastar do meu peito, do meu coraçao &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nao quero voltar a chorar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas é mais forte do que eu &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sabia que nao seria facil, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tentei deixar que se aproximassem, mesmo sabendo que nao ia deixar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;volto afastar a pessoa que se tenta aproximar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ninguem quer viver na sombra de alguem &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;talvez um dia, eu consiga &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;agora eu nao quero&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tudo o que vivi é ainda muito forte em mim &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nao tento esqueçer o impossivel,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas tento que nao me magoe mais do que ja magoou &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dou por mim a recordar tudo o que passamos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;todos os momentos bons e maus pelos quais passamos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e mesmo sem ti , &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ainda sorrio ao lembrar as nossas brincadeiras&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;as nossas conversas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;os dias sem fim juntos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a ouvir musica, a almoçar, jantar, amar-nos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lembro cada momento passado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e sinto-me feliz por isso. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alguem me disse nao ha muito tempo que nao entende o porque de eu continuar agarrada ao passado &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;esse passado é muito recente em mim, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;talvez eu esteja a errar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;talvez devesse seguir em frente &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;talvez eu nao devesse viver de lembranças&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas eu vivo e nao me importo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pois sao essas lembranças que me ajudam a levantar todos os dias de manha &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e me ajudam a seguir em frente &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nao que eu espere que um dia voltes para mim,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sei que isso será impossivel &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas pelo menos tudo o que me deste me ajuda e muito&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;um dia quem sabe voltamos a falar, ou talvez nao &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas seja como for , vou continuar com as minhas lembranças&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1801668459393444565-6959456853158480416?l=docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/feeds/6959456853158480416/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1801668459393444565&amp;postID=6959456853158480416' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/6959456853158480416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/6959456853158480416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-tempo-passa-dias-noites-interminaveis.html' title=''/><author><name>In secret love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532315307773554541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/TLnofp6_91I/AAAAAAAAAWo/7A1aEkJ83QY/S220/DSC_1001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/Si7pxtq0WdI/AAAAAAAAAPs/V1CLcSvPFss/s72-c/kdhge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801668459393444565.post-6135165371883791728</id><published>2009-05-27T23:41:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T00:10:35.570+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A ti que vais ler estas palavras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/Sh3CS0Mfk3I/AAAAAAAAAPU/ZdNtsdC1QAs/s1600-h/images[3].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340638361635754866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/Sh3CS0Mfk3I/AAAAAAAAAPU/ZdNtsdC1QAs/s400/images%5B3%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Obrigada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; por todo o carinho que me dedicas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tuas palavras doçes e meigas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;por estares sempre pronto quando me sinto mais em baixo, triste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; por me estares ajudar a reescrever  o meu livro da vida, que está com muitas paginas a negro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pela tua paciencia quando eu desatino contigo e me quero afastar, quando o meu mundo fica prestes a desabar e tu nao deixas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;por entenderes que ainda nao me sinto capaz de retribuir o quanto me dás, e nada me exigires. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A ti meu querido tenho muito agradecer, nao sei se algum dia serei capaz de retribuir o que sentes por mim, mas acredita que foste a melhor coisa que me aconteceu nos ultimos meses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nao te darei esperanças nunca, nada que eu nao saiba que possa cumprir. Neste momento o meu coraçao sabes que ainda está noutro sitio, foi entregue a alguem ha muito, e ainda nao me foi devolvido. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gosto de estar contigo, das nossas longas conversas, es meigo mesmo quando eu desatino, mas nao posso dar-te mais do que te dou agora, nao seria justo para ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dizes que o que sentes chega para os dois, mas eu nao quero isso, so iria fazer-te mal, e neste momento eu preciso de estar só, de pensar na minha vida, no que quero, tudo o que vivi, os erros que cometi, enfim , preciso de reescrever o livro da vida do zero, sei como tu dizes que ja antes o fiz, mas desta vez tenho de começar e terminar ou nao terei paz nunca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A ti meu querido dedico-te estas palavras em forma de agradecimento por tudo o quanto me tens ajudado. E desejo que entendas o que aqui te digo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Um beijo enorme para ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/1801668459393444565-6135165371883791728?l=docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/feeds/6135165371883791728/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1801668459393444565&amp;postID=6135165371883791728' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/6135165371883791728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/6135165371883791728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/2009/05/ti-que-vais-ler-estas-palavras.html' title='A ti que vais ler estas palavras'/><author><name>In secret love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532315307773554541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/TLnofp6_91I/AAAAAAAAAWo/7A1aEkJ83QY/S220/DSC_1001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/Sh3CS0Mfk3I/AAAAAAAAAPU/ZdNtsdC1QAs/s72-c/images%5B3%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801668459393444565.post-4969814115069672023</id><published>2009-05-19T23:28:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T23:52:23.509+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/ShM0fSsEgCI/AAAAAAAAAPM/65xP_LiPDao/s1600-h/imagesd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337667695561441314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/ShM0fSsEgCI/AAAAAAAAAPM/65xP_LiPDao/s400/imagesd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que tens sido para mim?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um amor nao vivido&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lembranças maravilhosas de otimos momentos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;uma esperança de felicidade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;juras e mais juras, nenhuma delas cumpridas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alguem que me mostrou o que é amar de verdade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sofrer de verdade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sonhar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;desejar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;magoa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;desilusao&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;esperança&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que tenho sido eu para ti?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um brinquedo , que está sempre disponivel para quando queres?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um fantoche onde te delicias a aumentar o ego masculino?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Devo ser qualquer coisa assim, ou melhor era porque desisti finalmente de ter esperança que algum dia cumpras algo que dizes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apartir de hoje, serei eu e mais ninguem, apenas eu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ninguem mais ficará feliz  com uma unica lagrima que eu aqui derrame. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E sabes porquê? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque isso nao vai voltar acontecer nunca mais, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nunca mais derramarei uma lagrima por ti.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Felicidades para ti...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1801668459393444565-4969814115069672023?l=docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/feeds/4969814115069672023/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1801668459393444565&amp;postID=4969814115069672023' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/4969814115069672023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/4969814115069672023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-que-tens-sido-para-mim-um-amor-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>In secret love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532315307773554541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/TLnofp6_91I/AAAAAAAAAWo/7A1aEkJ83QY/S220/DSC_1001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/ShM0fSsEgCI/AAAAAAAAAPM/65xP_LiPDao/s72-c/imagesd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801668459393444565.post-4228847014319299672</id><published>2009-04-26T02:00:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T02:18:10.225+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SfOyVqxXnkI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Mkl2OLrEtA4/s1600-h/images[24].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328798869437783618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SfOyVqxXnkI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Mkl2OLrEtA4/s400/images%5B24%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Amo-te muito meu amor, obrigada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1801668459393444565-4228847014319299672?l=docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/feeds/4228847014319299672/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1801668459393444565&amp;postID=4228847014319299672' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/4228847014319299672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/4228847014319299672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/2009/04/amo-te-muito-meu-amor-obrigado.html' title=''/><author><name>In secret love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532315307773554541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/TLnofp6_91I/AAAAAAAAAWo/7A1aEkJ83QY/S220/DSC_1001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SfOyVqxXnkI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Mkl2OLrEtA4/s72-c/images%5B24%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801668459393444565.post-2070658212114121465</id><published>2009-04-12T12:21:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T14:09:58.332+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Porquê????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SeHPM6GcemI/AAAAAAAAAO8/gaBpOn-MzQU/s1600-h/i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323764055190305378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 95px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SeHPM6GcemI/AAAAAAAAAO8/gaBpOn-MzQU/s400/i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mais uma ilusao&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;uma dor, magoa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;um dia eu aprendo a nao mais me iludir contigo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e com as tuas falsas promessas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;adoras sentir-te bajulado, amado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;desejado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;adoras sumir sem nada dizer &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de magoar, e saberes que quando te lembrares &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;as pessoas te vao acolher do mesmo jeito.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Refugiei-me de mim , do mundo, sofri, chorei, magoei-me, desejei contigo falar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bati la no fundo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;soubeste e nem o minimo de preocupaçao tiveste&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;deu para entender o que realmente eu sou para ti &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;apenas um passatempo, que quando te sentes mais carente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me procuras porque sabes que eu estou sempre aqui &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e nao te consigo dizer que nao &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;disseste que nao mais ias sumir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que nao querias sofrer, nem me magoar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e mais uma vez me mentiste, iludiste &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;magoaste.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque tens de ser assim?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Algum dia serás sincero comigo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Contigo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seria tao mais facil eu aceitar que para ti nao passo de um passatempo, de recordaçoes, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de alguem que passou na tua vida.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E que quando me procuras eu soubesse nao me iludir,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gostava de ser feliz, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de ter paz na minha vida &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ter alguem &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que me ouça, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;acarinhe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nao me magoe, ou desiluda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas eu nao dou chançe de se aproximarem de mim &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;porque estou sempre a tua espera &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nao peço que me ames &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;apesar de sempre mo dizeres&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nao peço que fiques comigo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;apenas peço que pares de me magoar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sempre me testas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e apesar de eu sempre achar que desta vez as coisas vao sempre diferentes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que nao o vais voltar a fazer &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tu repetes tudo ............&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando acho que nao tenho mais forças para outra dor &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vejo que afinal ainda nao sofri tudo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero parar de sofrer &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;será que me podes ofereçer isso?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sabes que te amo, como sempre te amei e amarei &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas eu nao sou de ferro &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e nao é justo tudo o que me fazes &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sempre te amarei, e sempre estarei aqui para ti.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conversamos, fomos sinceros no que se passaria, eu nada te disse, nada te pedi, tudo aceitei &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e mesmo asssim tu foste embora.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diz-me porque???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arrependeste-te??????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1801668459393444565-2070658212114121465?l=docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/feeds/2070658212114121465/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1801668459393444565&amp;postID=2070658212114121465' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/2070658212114121465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/2070658212114121465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/2009/04/porque.html' title='Porquê????'/><author><name>In secret love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532315307773554541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/TLnofp6_91I/AAAAAAAAAWo/7A1aEkJ83QY/S220/DSC_1001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SeHPM6GcemI/AAAAAAAAAO8/gaBpOn-MzQU/s72-c/i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801668459393444565.post-670848992052929905</id><published>2009-03-21T23:41:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-22T00:04:24.089Z</updated><title type='text'>Hoje</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/ScV7WMu9ItI/AAAAAAAAAOc/V6CqZtvSJy0/s1600-h/1236214027792_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315790556486247122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/ScV7WMu9ItI/AAAAAAAAAOc/V6CqZtvSJy0/s400/1236214027792_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje tento mais uma vez refugiar-me de mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do que sinto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nao quero sofrer mais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nao é justo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;queria nada sentir &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nao mais chorar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas nao consigo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a dor veio &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ai como eu queria que nao doesse &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;como eu queria um pouco de paz &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tento nao me iludir com promessas &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;palavras ditas na hora &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;como é dificil viver assim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sem sonhos, apenas com lembranças&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;queria seguir com a minha vida em frente , mas sei que nao consigo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ja antes tentei, e nao deu certo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nao sais do meu pensamento&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do meu coraçao &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mesmo depois de tanto tempo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de tanta coisa ter acontecido &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de tanta dor, desilusao, magoa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nao consigo e nao tento esqueçer-te&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;possuis a minha vida nas tuas maos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;consegues tudo o que queres de mim &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nao te sei dizer que nao , cada vez que me procuras&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mesmo sabendo que vou sofrer &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o meu coraçao palpita de felicidade, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a seguir vem o receio de que amanha voltas a nao lembrar de mim &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tens a tua vida, eu sei, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas sempre que de mim te lembras procuras-me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e eu anseio por esse dia &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sei que preciso de seguir com a minha vida &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas nao quero, nao consigo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;juras-te nao mais sumir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lembro umas palavras que me disseste &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que eram: "tenho medo de sofrer, medo de te magoar"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;magoaste hoje, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;respondo com monossilbos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nao quero que voltes a sumir &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas doeu ler &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hoje volto a chorar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sei que o que estou a sentir agora nao vai embora&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas espero que pelo menos alivie &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;finjo ser forte, que nada me atinge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que nao me importo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas é mentira &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vou fechar tudo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;apagar todas as luzes &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;preciso de escuro &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do meu cantinho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sem ninguem a perguntar o que tenho &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vou refugiar-me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e chorar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ate que o cansaço me vença e eu consiga adormeçer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quem sabe amanha , a dor que sinto &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nao seja mais suportavel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;espero que sim &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas hoje, hoje vou deixar-me chorar ate nao mais poder &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1801668459393444565-670848992052929905?l=docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/feeds/670848992052929905/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1801668459393444565&amp;postID=670848992052929905' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/670848992052929905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/670848992052929905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/2009/03/hoje_21.html' title='Hoje'/><author><name>In secret love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532315307773554541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/TLnofp6_91I/AAAAAAAAAWo/7A1aEkJ83QY/S220/DSC_1001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/ScV7WMu9ItI/AAAAAAAAAOc/V6CqZtvSJy0/s72-c/1236214027792_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801668459393444565.post-8711819475703517234</id><published>2009-03-20T03:19:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-21T00:48:24.380Z</updated><title type='text'>Juro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/ScMMaZjEU8I/AAAAAAAAAOU/jUwv-QeYj_0/s1600-h/1236297872702_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315105632901419970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/ScMMaZjEU8I/AAAAAAAAAOU/jUwv-QeYj_0/s400/1236297872702_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tentei... Juro que tentei esquecer-te...Esquecer a nossa história,Os nossos momentos ...Mas foi impossível.Apoderaste-te da minha mente...Impregnaste-te no meu sangue...Insinuaste-te na minha alma ...Entraste profundamentena minha vida...Como te esquecer ?Como te tirar do meu pensamento...Se tu és... o meu próprio pensamento?Tentei esquecer-te, sim...Tentei arrancar da minha pele, as marcas dos teus sentidos...Procurei apagar da minha alma ,as últimas ilusões de te ter...Arrisquei a erradicar da minha mente, as tuas palavras...O teu carinho...Tudo inútil...Nos meus ouvidos, a tua voz... O teu sorriso... os teus sussurros...Na minha boca, ainda o sabor da tua...Nos meus olhos, os teus... o teu corpo...Nas minhas entranhas... tu... todo em mim...Como esquecer-te???Como tirar-te de mim???Como arrancar as lembranças???Não te consigo esquecer... E... sabes porquê?Porque não é isso que eu quero!Porque eu não te quero afastar ou perder os nossos momentos!Porque... mesmo que não te tenha comigo Outra vez...Quero pelo menos... lembrar-me Da nossa história, dos nossos momentos!De TI !!!E esperar... o abraço eternamente prometido...o abraço que nunca virá...que nunca me darás...o abraço que nunca passará alem de um sonho...de um belo sonho...o que doi ainda mais é amar-te,amar-te a ti...mesmo sabendo que nao me amas,que nao me queres,que me ignoras,que nao sentes a minha falta...mas que pior ainda que tens outra pessoa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Catia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1801668459393444565-8711819475703517234?l=docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/feeds/8711819475703517234/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1801668459393444565&amp;postID=8711819475703517234' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/8711819475703517234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/8711819475703517234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/2009/03/juro.html' title='Juro'/><author><name>In secret love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532315307773554541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/TLnofp6_91I/AAAAAAAAAWo/7A1aEkJ83QY/S220/DSC_1001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/ScMMaZjEU8I/AAAAAAAAAOU/jUwv-QeYj_0/s72-c/1236297872702_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801668459393444565.post-2737713302910265716</id><published>2009-03-18T23:59:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-19T00:23:30.625Z</updated><title type='text'>Hoje</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/ScGL-60Xv2I/AAAAAAAAAOM/TONlG3JCeII/s1600-h/imagv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314682948330962786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/ScGL-60Xv2I/AAAAAAAAAOM/TONlG3JCeII/s400/imagv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje a pessoa por quem eu tive o meu sonho em risco foi despedida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sinto-me aliviada, estava a cansar-me de me sentir "ameaçada"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nao sei o que se passou e sinceramente tambem nao me interessa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so sei que me sinto aliviada, algo que eu ja nao sentia algum tempo desde que a conheci &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tenho pena pelas filhas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas nao dava mais para continuar nesta situaçao&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eu entrava calada e saia muda, so pelo receio de ser mal interpretada e voltar a ter problemas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando hoje me pediram o meu telemovel , dizendo que que se tinha voltado a passar o mesmo, e que eu nao ia ter acesso a ele, nem perguntas fiz, entreguei, sei que ela me tentou incriminar mais uma vez, mas desta vez ninguem acreditou, Fui suspensa , paguei muito caro. Nao voltei a falar com ela, a trabalhar com ela, e mesmo assim queria implicar-me, mas nao conseguiu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sinto-me aliviada &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agora é so lutar para voltar a ter o que um dia tive, e nao mais falhar. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se ja consegui um dia, vou voltar a conseguir eu sei que sim ..............&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1801668459393444565-2737713302910265716?l=docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/feeds/2737713302910265716/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1801668459393444565&amp;postID=2737713302910265716' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/2737713302910265716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/2737713302910265716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/2009/03/hoje.html' title='Hoje'/><author><name>In secret love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532315307773554541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/TLnofp6_91I/AAAAAAAAAWo/7A1aEkJ83QY/S220/DSC_1001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/ScGL-60Xv2I/AAAAAAAAAOM/TONlG3JCeII/s72-c/imagv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801668459393444565.post-8989490193491841937</id><published>2009-03-04T23:20:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-04T23:49:07.282Z</updated><title type='text'>De volta um dos sonhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/Sa8PVSpDyNI/AAAAAAAAAOE/KDi2W6l-jT4/s1600-h/im.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309479344148826322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/Sa8PVSpDyNI/AAAAAAAAAOE/KDi2W6l-jT4/s400/im.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O meu sonho voltou, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;recuperei o meu emprego&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o meu sonho de ter o meu escritorio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nao sei em que situaçao eu vou voltar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;se a etapa em que estava &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;se ter de voltar a fazer tudo de novo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas seja qual for &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sei que vou lutar para recuperar o que perdi ,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vou com forças renovadas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e vou lutar para nao distanciar muito o tempo a que me tinha proposto abrir o meu escritorio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;agora sei que aos poucos a minha vida vai voltar ao normal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e sei que um dia destes o resto da minha felicidade vai voltar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e ai sim terei a minha felicidade de volta a 100%&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chamem-me louca, doida, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o que quiserem &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas eu sei que um dia vou ter tudo o que um dia por minha burriçe eu perdi &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pode nao ser hoje, amanha, daqui a um ano ou dez, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas vou voltar a ter &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o meu emprego regressou &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;agora aos poucos e poucos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vou voltar a refazer a minha vida &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e o que falta , la virá com o tempo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e eu vou saber esperar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1801668459393444565-8989490193491841937?l=docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/feeds/8989490193491841937/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1801668459393444565&amp;postID=8989490193491841937' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/8989490193491841937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/8989490193491841937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/2009/03/de-volta-um-dos-sonhos.html' title='De volta um dos sonhos'/><author><name>In secret love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532315307773554541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/TLnofp6_91I/AAAAAAAAAWo/7A1aEkJ83QY/S220/DSC_1001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/Sa8PVSpDyNI/AAAAAAAAAOE/KDi2W6l-jT4/s72-c/im.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801668459393444565.post-9113896130645519522</id><published>2009-03-04T16:20:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-04T16:54:01.957Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/Sa6qhPbuliI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Ln6Pa79U1nw/s1600-h/s.ribeira.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309368498771629602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/Sa6qhPbuliI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Ln6Pa79U1nw/s400/s.ribeira.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sinto-me perdida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nao sei o que fazer &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o que esperar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;esta espera está a matar-me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sinto-me a suforcar a cada minuto que passa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje parece qe toda a gente se lembrou qu eu existo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Logo hoje que eu quero estar sozinha , &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no meu canto , sem ver , ou falar com  ninguem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quero a minha cama, o meu escuro, no meu silencio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deixem-me em paz, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;esqueçam-me como sempre fizeram&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nao preciso que se lembrem de mim agora&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero a minha vida de volta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; quero o que ja tinha conquistado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quero o meu trabalho &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a minha equipa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a pica de falar com as pessoas &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a adrenalina que era todos os dias &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o tocar o sino &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o ser o exemplo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;as disputas quase diarias com os colegas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a admissao de pessoas para o escritorio, para a minha equipa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eu preciso disso, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;preciso sentir-me viva de novo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;preciso do meu sonho de ter o meu escritorio &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu nao posso perder tudo na vida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ja perdi o homem que amo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;agora perder mais este sonho é demais&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1801668459393444565-9113896130645519522?l=docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/feeds/9113896130645519522/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1801668459393444565&amp;postID=9113896130645519522' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/9113896130645519522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/9113896130645519522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/2009/03/sinto-me-perdida-nao-sei-o-que-fazer-o.html' title=''/><author><name>In secret love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532315307773554541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/TLnofp6_91I/AAAAAAAAAWo/7A1aEkJ83QY/S220/DSC_1001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/Sa6qhPbuliI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Ln6Pa79U1nw/s72-c/s.ribeira.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801668459393444565.post-3941198718067639626</id><published>2009-03-02T17:24:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-03-03T14:12:30.590Z</updated><title type='text'>A carta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SawWfFe3C0I/AAAAAAAAAN0/G-heD9pdiCc/s1600-h/image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308642784066341698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 99px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SawWfFe3C0I/AAAAAAAAAN0/G-heD9pdiCc/s400/image.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Essa é uma carta de amor, para que meu coração se abra para você, lhe dizem com todas as letras o quanto é maravilhoso ter alguém para amar e para ser feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Não há no mundo uma razão mais forte do que o amor, e é o amor que dá motivos para tudo acontecer,tudo transformar, e tudo modificar, faz os dias tristes ficarem alegres, faz a monotonia se transformar em uma gostosa rotina compartilhada.&lt;br /&gt;Como eu te amo, queria repetir essa frase mil vezesaté que o mundo compreendesse que só através do amor conseguimos nos realizar. Desde que te conheci, tudo na minha vida mudou,tenho somente razões para acreditar na beleza da vida.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje o tempo passou, e mais maduros e conscientes sabendo o que desejamos para nosso futuro, estamos trilhando o mesmo caminho, a mesma direcção que sempre esteve traçada em nosso destino, o sonho mais lindo que sonhei,a realidade mais linda que já vivi.&lt;br /&gt;Juntos vamos construir a nossa história, e a cada página veremos que a felicidade poderá ser vivenciada e sentida todos os minutos do nosso dia.&lt;br /&gt;Te amo hoje, muito mais do que ontem e muito menos do que amanhã, através desta carta tão amorosa sinta como é imenso meu amor por você.Um milhão de beijos recheados de ternura, carinho e amor!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1801668459393444565-3941198718067639626?l=docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/feeds/3941198718067639626/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1801668459393444565&amp;postID=3941198718067639626' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/3941198718067639626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/3941198718067639626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/2009/03/carta.html' title='A carta'/><author><name>In secret love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532315307773554541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/TLnofp6_91I/AAAAAAAAAWo/7A1aEkJ83QY/S220/DSC_1001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SawWfFe3C0I/AAAAAAAAAN0/G-heD9pdiCc/s72-c/image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801668459393444565.post-1289933032940576923</id><published>2009-03-02T16:18:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-02T16:30:11.798Z</updated><title type='text'>Peciso de ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SawJWWA4L-I/AAAAAAAAANs/dKhKh8rtw8M/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308628340234006498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SawJWWA4L-I/AAAAAAAAANs/dKhKh8rtw8M/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Preciso de sentir o teu abraço.&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de sentir que estás comigo.&lt;br /&gt;Preciso que digas que gostas de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Preciso da tua presença.&lt;br /&gt;Preciso do teu sentimento por mim.&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de esquecer todas as mágoas.&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu quero... sim eu quero... como nunca quis.&lt;br /&gt;Quero sim. Quero-te sim.&lt;br /&gt;Esquece-te de mim quando eu morrer... e depois voa livre por cima de todos os mares. Lembra-te de todos os nossos sorrisos e de todos os nossos momentos.&lt;br /&gt;So quero que recordes... que te adoro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1801668459393444565-1289933032940576923?l=docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/feeds/1289933032940576923/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1801668459393444565&amp;postID=1289933032940576923' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/1289933032940576923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/1289933032940576923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/2009/03/peciso-de-ti.html' title='Peciso de ti'/><author><name>In secret love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532315307773554541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/TLnofp6_91I/AAAAAAAAAWo/7A1aEkJ83QY/S220/DSC_1001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SawJWWA4L-I/AAAAAAAAANs/dKhKh8rtw8M/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801668459393444565.post-5177128218505629825</id><published>2009-02-26T11:21:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-26T11:40:19.326Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SaZ7x6Q5UgI/AAAAAAAAANc/ICwFBUWiqio/s1600-h/ksee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307065308286636546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 109px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SaZ7x6Q5UgI/AAAAAAAAANc/ICwFBUWiqio/s400/ksee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que queres de mim?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque so me procuras para me magoar, desiludir?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque tenho de ficar cega cada vez que me procuras?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque ainda acredito que talvez me ames, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e que possamos ter uma chance?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque ainda me iludo, se no fundo sei que vais voltar a fazer o mesmo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tenho de aprender, e entender de uma vez por todas, que te foste e nao mais voltas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nao tento esquecer-te, nao quero esquecer-te&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Queria voltar a sorrir, a ser feliz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sinto-me perdida, tao só , neste mundo ingrato , onde so vencem os mais fortes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brincas com os meus sentimentos, enxes-me de esperança e puxas o meu tapete sem dó nem piedade, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e eu burra sempre penso que nao tens culpa que o erro foi meu. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A minha vida neste momento está numa tempestade de problemas, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mais uma vez estou só, sem ninguem com quem falar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sem ninguem que me ajude&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sei que nao confio em ninguem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas caramba , existe alturas em que preciso tanto de alguem com quem falar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nao sei o que me vai acontecer agora&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;apenas sei que aconteça o que acontecer , eu vou encarar, pois se estou metida nisto, se a culpa é minha , tenho mais é que pagar por isso. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perdi mais um sonho, talvez o unico sonho que tive na vida para alem de ti , mais uma vez faltava tao pouco para o conseguir, tal como aconteceu contigo, morri a beira da praia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tanto esforço , luta, para nada, para de um segundo para o outro perder tudo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que sina a minha, lutar tanto e quando estou prestes a conseguir perco.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voltar a começar a vida do zero, sinto-me tao cansada, sem forças para voltar a fazer tudo de novo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ja perdi a conta as vezes que tive de o fazer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nao sei se vou ser capaz de voltar a lutar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nao sei o que vou fazer, o que vai acontecer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So sei que me sinto exausta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1801668459393444565-5177128218505629825?l=docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/feeds/5177128218505629825/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1801668459393444565&amp;postID=5177128218505629825' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/5177128218505629825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/5177128218505629825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-que-queres-de-mim-porque-so-me.html' title=''/><author><name>In secret love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532315307773554541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/TLnofp6_91I/AAAAAAAAAWo/7A1aEkJ83QY/S220/DSC_1001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SaZ7x6Q5UgI/AAAAAAAAANc/ICwFBUWiqio/s72-c/ksee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801668459393444565.post-8477642203468700290</id><published>2008-11-08T21:52:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-08T22:02:23.175Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SRYKncf3_TI/AAAAAAAAANM/ZGazDS6xN6Y/s1600-h/y1pj1YgPxddLJcLasfX7YgRCrIiNtfZuOixTA52CNv1pJoAbSbTpL5DRAqXQ8gTl33oXFTCjN7FtzY%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266408487037435186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 335px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SRYKncf3_TI/AAAAAAAAANM/ZGazDS6xN6Y/s400/y1pj1YgPxddLJcLasfX7YgRCrIiNtfZuOixTA52CNv1pJoAbSbTpL5DRAqXQ8gTl33oXFTCjN7FtzY%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voltaste a sumir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de novo a solidao&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o desespero&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o silencio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mais uma vez volto a magoar-me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ainda nao estava curada da ultima&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nao é justo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas desta vez &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;desta vez eu nao volto a procurar alguem que nem de mim lembra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chega &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nao o faço mais &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;se antes estava impossivel de esqueçer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;agora continua igual&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas com mais intensidade porque fui burra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;procurei-te&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;deste-me esperanças &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e voltaste a sumir &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nao tens sentimentos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;brincas com os sentimentos dos outros&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que nao te aconteça o que me fizeste agora&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;porque nao irias gostar nada &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;é humilhante demais este tipo de situaçao&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas aprendi com ela&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que quando se perde a primeira vez &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nao ha volta a dar para recuperar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nada mais espero,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;com nada mais conto &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sê feliz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1801668459393444565-8477642203468700290?l=docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/feeds/8477642203468700290/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1801668459393444565&amp;postID=8477642203468700290' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/8477642203468700290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/8477642203468700290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/2008/11/voltaste-sumir-de-novo-solidao-o.html' title=''/><author><name>In secret love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532315307773554541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/TLnofp6_91I/AAAAAAAAAWo/7A1aEkJ83QY/S220/DSC_1001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SRYKncf3_TI/AAAAAAAAANM/ZGazDS6xN6Y/s72-c/y1pj1YgPxddLJcLasfX7YgRCrIiNtfZuOixTA52CNv1pJoAbSbTpL5DRAqXQ8gTl33oXFTCjN7FtzY%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801668459393444565.post-3898959931267553591</id><published>2008-11-04T22:09:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-11-04T22:57:38.247Z</updated><title type='text'>POR FAVOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SRDISfB93NI/AAAAAAAAANE/C5t0iU6lqy0/s1600-h/kse1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264928184289058002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SRDISfB93NI/AAAAAAAAANE/C5t0iU6lqy0/s400/kse1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E os dias continuam a passar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sem brilho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sem sentido &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a tristeza é cada vez mais profunda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pensei que com o tempo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iria passar, ou pelo menos abrandar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;engano meu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ela é cada vez mais forte &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;faz alguns meses&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que nao sinto o teu carinho &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o teu amor &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;o teu calor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;doçura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;afundo-me cada vez mais &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nesta minha solidao &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;todos os que me rodeiam começam a desistir de mim &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nao conseguem mais ver o meu olhar carregado &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a minha tristeza refletida em tudo o que faço ou digo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voltei a perder-me da vida como ha uns anos atras&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como é possivel voltar a viver o mesmo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apenas ver tudo negro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sem cor, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sem sentido&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sem significado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque comigo tem de ter sempre tanta luta, tanta batalha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;porque nada me é facilitado?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fiz assim tanto mal, para ser castigada deste jeito?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quanto mais meu Deus me vais obrigar aguentar?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ja nao testaste os meus limites o suficiente?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Xega por favor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Da-me descanso, da-me paz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So te peço um dia, um unico dia feliz &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Será pedir muito?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se nao mo das , por favor . &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pára&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;estou no meu limite, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nao aguento mais &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nao aguento&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leva-me de vez desta maldita vida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1801668459393444565-3898959931267553591?l=docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/feeds/3898959931267553591/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1801668459393444565&amp;postID=3898959931267553591' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/3898959931267553591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/3898959931267553591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/2008/11/e-os-dias-passam.html' title='POR FAVOR'/><author><name>In secret love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532315307773554541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/TLnofp6_91I/AAAAAAAAAWo/7A1aEkJ83QY/S220/DSC_1001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SRDISfB93NI/AAAAAAAAANE/C5t0iU6lqy0/s72-c/kse1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801668459393444565.post-2413917053704908616</id><published>2008-11-03T23:01:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-11-03T23:27:14.814Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SQ-C6zKVdAI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Y1s1MVQcgRg/s1600-h/images2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264570436096979970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SQ-C6zKVdAI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Y1s1MVQcgRg/s400/images2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje para nao fugir a regra&lt;br /&gt;foi mais um dia para esqueçer&lt;br /&gt;um dia em que tudo mais uma vez me correu mal&lt;br /&gt;sao ja tantos os dias assim, que eu ja nao noto&lt;br /&gt;ja nao sinto nada,&lt;br /&gt;sinto-me vazia de sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;de sentir algo&lt;br /&gt;vazia de tudo&lt;br /&gt;Vou tentar explicar-te como me sinto&lt;br /&gt;quem sabe nao entendes&lt;br /&gt;sinto-me como uma tempestade&lt;br /&gt;com vontade de sumir de vez&lt;br /&gt;de descarregar esta raiva do mundo&lt;br /&gt;sinto-me a ponto de explodir tudo a minha passagem&lt;br /&gt;com indeçisoes&lt;br /&gt;respostas evasivas&lt;br /&gt;incertezas&lt;br /&gt;Porque nao es sincero, pelo menos desta vez?&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou saber entender&lt;br /&gt;so nao me peças para voltar a jogar no escuro&lt;br /&gt;porque isso eu nao volto a fazer&lt;br /&gt;agora so entro em algo em que saiba com o que vou contar&lt;br /&gt;para nao voltar a repetir erros passados&lt;br /&gt;Ha muito que eu desisti de viver&lt;br /&gt;Apenas nao faço com que ela acabe de vez,&lt;br /&gt;porque te procurei e me deste esperanças&lt;br /&gt;e porque a minha familia nao mereçe que os continue a desiludir mais do que ja fiz&lt;br /&gt;mas em indecisoes eu nao volto a viver&lt;br /&gt;Ja reparaste?&lt;br /&gt;Ate a minha familia eu desiludo&lt;br /&gt;desiludo toda a gente que de mim se aproxima&lt;br /&gt;so deixo marcas ruins&lt;br /&gt;O trabalho vai de mal a pior&lt;br /&gt;Para que continuar a viver assim?&lt;br /&gt;Quero, e preciso de respostas&lt;br /&gt;tenho de saber com o que contar&lt;br /&gt;Estou tao cansada&lt;br /&gt;Porque insistem em me obrigar acordar todos os dias????&lt;br /&gt;Seria tao mais feliz se nao o fizessem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1801668459393444565-2413917053704908616?l=docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/feeds/2413917053704908616/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1801668459393444565&amp;postID=2413917053704908616' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/2413917053704908616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/2413917053704908616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/2008/11/hoje-para-nao-fugir-regra-foi-mais-um.html' title=''/><author><name>In secret love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532315307773554541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/TLnofp6_91I/AAAAAAAAAWo/7A1aEkJ83QY/S220/DSC_1001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SQ-C6zKVdAI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Y1s1MVQcgRg/s72-c/images2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801668459393444565.post-3268624196877306197</id><published>2008-11-01T22:45:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-01T23:17:03.743Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SQzcecneHAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Yh6EierMwdM/s1600-h/fkfk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263824480125197314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SQzcecneHAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Yh6EierMwdM/s400/fkfk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As respostas vieram &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nao as que sonhava&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;afinal o que eu pensava ser um pesadelo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;é a realidade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doeu demais le-las&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;foi como se me matasses aos poucos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a sangue frio &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque nao me mentiste???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque me fizeste acordar do que eu axava ser pesadelo???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque? Diz-me porque &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque te perdi?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Está a doer tanto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Queria ser forte&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Queria nao me importar com essa verdade &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas a realidade é que eu me importo e muito&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nao aceito que te perdi &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tira esta dor de mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diz-me que tavas a brincar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diz-me que es meu, que nunca deixaste de o ser &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu nao estou a saber aguentar esta realidade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu juro que estou a tentar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que digo ao meu coraçao que nao ha mais nada a fazer &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que partiste &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas ele nao me ouve &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e doi bem fundo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sangra &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nao te quero esqueçer &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e nao aguento esta dor &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero que sejas feliz &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que encontres tudo o que sempre procuras-te&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So queria uma ultima vez contigo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olhar-te nos olhos e ver que me esqueçes-te &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que esqueçes-te tudo o que vivemos e sonhamos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ver no teu olhar que agora sim es feliz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1801668459393444565-3268624196877306197?l=docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/feeds/3268624196877306197/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1801668459393444565&amp;postID=3268624196877306197' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/3268624196877306197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/3268624196877306197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/2008/11/procurei-te.html' title=''/><author><name>In secret love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532315307773554541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/TLnofp6_91I/AAAAAAAAAWo/7A1aEkJ83QY/S220/DSC_1001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SQzcecneHAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Yh6EierMwdM/s72-c/fkfk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801668459393444565.post-186175686676429299</id><published>2008-10-27T23:25:00.008Z</published><updated>2008-10-28T00:18:19.710Z</updated><title type='text'>Choro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SQZOhxtqOBI/AAAAAAAAAMk/YnyXqwyIqHI/s1600-h/fdfdf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261979556816500754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SQZOhxtqOBI/AAAAAAAAAMk/YnyXqwyIqHI/s400/fdfdf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sabes hoje volto a chorar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;como ontem,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;como todos os dias desde que estou sem ti&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;choro ao olhar as tuas fotos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;choro ao reler as nossas conversas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;choro ao recordar os nossos momentos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;choro ao saber que nem lembras de mim &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;choro por te saber tao distante &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;distante de mim e do que eu sinto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;choro ao ler palavras tao crueis como hoje li &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;choro porque a saudade bate tao fundo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;choro na ilusao que junto das lagrimas, va um pouco da minha dor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;choro ao dar conta que a dor nao se vai &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;choro ao sentir que a dor aumenta mais &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;choro por saber que nao vou voltar a ler palavras de amor tuas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;choro porque desisti de viver &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;choro ao ver que Deus se esqueçeu de mim, e me obriga a suportar esta dor &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;choro ao escrever este texto &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;choro porque me apetece gritar que pare de doer tanto &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;choro porque ainda tenho esperança que tudo isto seja mentira&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;choro porque devolvi os presentes que me deste &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;choro porque sinto a tua falta &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;choro porque me sinto perdida, sem rumo, sem ti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;choro porque nao tenho mais o meu porto de abrigo, a minha tabua de salvaçao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;choro porque estou tao desprotegida, tao só&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;choro porque sinto frio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;choro porque sinto falta do teu calor, do teu amor, do teu corpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;choro porque diariamente me obrigam a sorrir mesmo sem vontade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;choro ao ver as pessoas na rua felizes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;choro ao ver casais que se amam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;choro porque te AMO como no primeiro dia &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;choro com odio de mim, do mundo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;choro porque sinto que fui uma inutil &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;choro porque passei na tua vida e nao soube ficar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;choro porque nao sei ser feliz e nao sei fazer ninguem feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;choro ao perçeber que quem passa na minha vida so fica com lembranças más&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;choro por nada de bom fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;choro porque peço respostas e nao as tenho &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;choro porque nem por um so segundo te tiro do meu pensamento&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;choro na esperança que Janeiro seja logo e com isso eu tenha algumas respostas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;choro, choro, choro &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ontem, hoje e amanha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a 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href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/2008/10/choro.html' title='Choro'/><author><name>In secret love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532315307773554541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/TLnofp6_91I/AAAAAAAAAWo/7A1aEkJ83QY/S220/DSC_1001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SQZOhxtqOBI/AAAAAAAAAMk/YnyXqwyIqHI/s72-c/fdfdf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801668459393444565.post-2794185762297707711</id><published>2008-10-26T20:23:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-10-26T21:02:07.606Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SQTau_Yiw4I/AAAAAAAAAMU/YF8t85p7ZIQ/s1600-h/748.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261570765498794882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SQTau_Yiw4I/AAAAAAAAAMU/YF8t85p7ZIQ/s320/748.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dias, noites interminaveis&lt;br /&gt;Uma vida deixada para tras&lt;br /&gt;Sonhei&lt;br /&gt;amei&lt;br /&gt;sorri&lt;br /&gt;desejei&lt;br /&gt;fui feliz&lt;br /&gt;nao soube aproveitar tudo isso&lt;br /&gt;e perdi&lt;br /&gt;agora....&lt;br /&gt;agora choro&lt;br /&gt;meu coraçao sangra de dor&lt;br /&gt;sente-se perdido&lt;br /&gt;sem ninguem com quem falar&lt;br /&gt;escrevo sem saber o que&lt;br /&gt;nem ele sabe o que dizer&lt;br /&gt;sente-se perdido&lt;br /&gt;sem rumo&lt;br /&gt;perdeu a vontade de bater&lt;br /&gt;apenas me obrigo a levantar todos os dias&lt;br /&gt;a minha familia nao mereçe que eu os volte a desiludir&lt;br /&gt;a magoar&lt;br /&gt;se soubessem como me sinto&lt;br /&gt;o que me está a custar viver,&lt;br /&gt;lutar&lt;br /&gt;por algo que nem eu mesmo quero....&lt;br /&gt;.... A vida.....&lt;br /&gt;Ah essa, essa ha muito que perdeu o sentido para mim&lt;br /&gt;eu tive tudo, e de repente tudo perdi&lt;br /&gt;nao tenho nada&lt;br /&gt;amigos&lt;br /&gt;amor&lt;br /&gt;sorriso&lt;br /&gt;nada, nada tenho&lt;br /&gt;Os sonhos esses viraram pesadelo&lt;br /&gt;queria nao mais acordar&lt;br /&gt;queria terminar com esta dor que aos poucos me está a matar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dizem que todos nós nascemos com uma missao &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nao acredito nisso, a minha seria se isso existisse, sofrer e fazer sofrer, nao fazer nada de jeito &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sei que quando fechar os olhos, ninguem irá sentir a minha falta e ainda bem.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;entao para que continuar a lutar???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por algo que eu sei que nunca irei ser ??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feliz...... Nao sei mais o que isso é&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estou a desistir , a cruzar os braços, e deixar os dias passar ...........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rezo para que nao demore muito ...........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1801668459393444565-2794185762297707711?l=docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/feeds/2794185762297707711/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1801668459393444565&amp;postID=2794185762297707711' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/2794185762297707711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/2794185762297707711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/2008/10/dias-noites-interminaveis-uma-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>In secret love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532315307773554541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/TLnofp6_91I/AAAAAAAAAWo/7A1aEkJ83QY/S220/DSC_1001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SQTau_Yiw4I/AAAAAAAAAMU/YF8t85p7ZIQ/s72-c/748.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801668459393444565.post-7716596159216695585</id><published>2008-10-24T22:58:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T23:23:04.849+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SQJFeVgNpRI/AAAAAAAAAL8/akzn-ktoEGE/s1600-h/adeus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260843702192809234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SQJFeVgNpRI/AAAAAAAAAL8/akzn-ktoEGE/s320/adeus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guardo a secreta esperança que estou a ter um pesadelo, que tudo o que estou a viver agora nao passa disso de um horrivel pesadelo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero acordar, ver que tudo é mentira, toda a dor, sofrimento, lagrimas, dias interminaveis, duvidas. Façam-me acordar, quero o meu sorriso, a minha alegria de viver de volta, os meus sonhos, quero de volta o nosso lema "juntos para sempre", quero gritar que amo e sou amada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sabia que ia ser dificil lidar com isto, mas nao está dificil, está impossivel, a dor da tua ausencia aumenta a cada minuto que passa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amanha é um dia de muito importante para ti, vais casar, e finalmente ser feliz, é o que te desejo, nao o foste comigo, por isso por favor sê feliz agora e nao deixes que nunca ninguem te roube essa felicidade. Quem sabe um dia eu volte a ver a vida com outros olhos, um pouco mais alegre, agora apenas vejo tudo negro, sem brilho, sem sentido. Mas nao importa, talvez eu nao tenha lutado o suficiente pelo teu amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guardo a secreta esperança que vais voltar, nao te despediste de mim como sempre combinamos, dentro de mim ainda acredito mesmo com todas as evidencias a dizerem-me e mostrarem o contrario, eu ainda acredito que é mentira, e que continuas a ser meu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guardo a secreta esperança de um dia o meu telemovel vai tocar e será uma sms tua, que me vais dizer que es meu, que nunca o deixas-te de ser, e que isto foi mais um teste parvo, que continuas amar-me, eu sei que um dia tu vais voltar, nem que seja para uma ultima conversa, e se no dia que me procurares, for para ter a ultima conversa, sabe que te irei reçeber com todo o carinho, nao vao haver acusaçoes, chantagem, nada, apenas uma conversa, e se essa conversa for a utlima, te direi adeus, mas ate la , ate la meu amor, ate la eu continuo a tua espera como sempre estive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="125" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SPPYWW1mmsI/AAAAAAAAAL0/oDcaXGTQwm8/s320/images.jpg" width="149" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não sei bem o que sinto&lt;br /&gt;Mas algo dói cá dentro&lt;br /&gt;Estremece o meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Tenho frio, fome&lt;br /&gt;E esta dor que me consome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que vazio súbito este&lt;br /&gt;Que perda, que lágrima&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei tão perdida sem ti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como fui capaz de pensar&lt;br /&gt;que ficarias para sempre do meu lado?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingénua loucura&lt;br /&gt;A minha sombra partiu&lt;br /&gt;O meu anjo da guarda voou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei só!&lt;br /&gt;Tão só!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que perplexidade&lt;br /&gt;Que silêncio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda não percebi bem como ou quando&lt;br /&gt;Mas partiste ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdi-te; a certeza é simples e letal e definitiva. Aceitá-la será uma tarefa árdua, talvez impossível, talvez inatingível, mas é a realidade e não posso fugir dela para sempre, por mais que tente ignorar o facto de já não estares aqui ou tentar criar na minha cabeça a ilusão de que ainda és meu.&lt;br /&gt;Perdi-te, tenho de ser honesta, com o mundo, com a realidade, comigo própria. Perdi-te, quem sabe entre os beijos furtivos e os olhares apaixonados. Perdi-te, como uma criança que deixa o fio que prende o balão escapar. Perdi-te, e a sensação de vazio e medo que me assombra é algo que não pensava ser possível sentir. Sempre gostei de me considerar uma pessoa forte, a coragem sempre caminhou ao meu lado em todos os aspectos da vida; contudo agora, sem os teus braços à minha volta, sinto-me desprotegida e fraca e vulnerável.&lt;br /&gt;Perdi-te. Tenho que encarar isso honrada e corajosamente. Soltei a tua mão por breves instantes e o vento levou-te para longe.&lt;br /&gt;Perdi-te, já lá vai algum tempo, mas só agora tomo consciência disso. Durante todo o tempo em que estivemos separados a distância não foi dolorosa. Guardava a secreta esperança de que havias de voltar, mais cedo ou mais tarde, havia de te voltar a ver entrar pela porta novamente. Eras meu, tomava-te por certo, mesmo depois de partires. Afinal, eu julgava (e talvez ainda julgue, confesso) que entre nós havia uma ligação, que era o destino que nos mantinha juntos, e contra o destino a força humana é inútil, e o destino havia de te trazer de volta para mim.&lt;br /&gt;Mas só agora, só agora que te vejo com outra mulher, agora que reconheço nos teus olhos o brilho de uma nova paixão, só agora dou conta que te perdi mesmo. Olho para ti e percebo que já não me pertences, sob forma alguma, e que talvez o destino se tenha alterado. Aquilo que sentes parece verdadeiro, tão verdadeiro que não consigo sentir-me invejosa, trocada, substituída, como seria suposto sentir. Estranhamente, sinto que estás no local certo, que encontraste finalmente a tua prateleira, o teu porto de abrigo. Eu não fui capaz de te acolher da tempestade…Talvez ela seja.&lt;br /&gt;E é por isso que sei, sei que te perdi. Aquilo que fomos não voltaremos a ser e aquilo que sentias desvaneceu-se na linha do horizonte com o amanhecer.&lt;br /&gt;Volto para o quarto gelado onde o sol teima em entrar, e fecho a janela para que a luz não me atormente. Não, hoje vou chorar… até que a tua ausência se torne mais fácil de suportar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não encontrei palavras minhas que falassem desta tao dolorosa despedida, procurei e axei estes dois textos, nao dizem tudo, mas dizem o suficiente.&lt;br /&gt;Desejo-te toda a felicidade do mundo, pois tu mais do que ninguem mereçes ser feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adeus meu menino, obrigada por tudo o que me deste neste tempo juntos, contigo aprendi e conheçi o verdadeiro amor, contigo sorri, lutei, fui feliz como nunca antes o fui, contigo senti-me uma mulher de verdade. Perdoa-me por tudo o que te fiz sofrer e o quanto te magoei mesmo sem intençao. Perdoa-me nao ter sido para ti o que precisavas e mereçias. Com tudo isso perdi-te. Como o teu filho diz doi ver-te sofrer por amor ou melhor pela imaturidade de alguem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adeus, o meu amor terás sempre pois sei que outro eu nao quero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despeço-me de ti , e da vida, e so peço que os dias de sol cinzentos me ajudem a deixar passar os dias sem ti, sem os teus beijos, carinhos, sorriso, tuas palavras doces.............&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1801668459393444565-6908853235693434033?l=docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/feeds/6908853235693434033/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1801668459393444565&amp;postID=6908853235693434033' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/6908853235693434033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/6908853235693434033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/2008/10/adeus-meu-amor.html' title='Adeus meu amor'/><author><name>In secret love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532315307773554541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/TLnofp6_91I/AAAAAAAAAWo/7A1aEkJ83QY/S220/DSC_1001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SPPYWW1mmsI/AAAAAAAAAL0/oDcaXGTQwm8/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801668459393444565.post-7080627364871554100</id><published>2008-10-04T21:59:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T22:13:52.969+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um gesto, uma palavra. Teriam bastado?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SOfarNhwLXI/AAAAAAAAALs/-uGs8JGm0gU/s1600-h/y1pTsE-tasYSkz11D_vN9y9YjzkLpZJUMhKsj-pKssVmP9uI96I4ZcgK1JeZg_DIBJZsbFBJjfpU-Q%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253407926251433330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SOfarNhwLXI/AAAAAAAAALs/-uGs8JGm0gU/s320/y1pTsE-tasYSkz11D_vN9y9YjzkLpZJUMhKsj-pKssVmP9uI96I4ZcgK1JeZg_DIBJZsbFBJjfpU-Q%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SOfaiVSz89I/AAAAAAAAALk/8QrQGcApY8M/s1600-h/y1pTsE-tasYSkz11D_vN9y9YjzkLpZJUMhKsj-pKssVmP9uI96I4ZcgK1JeZg_DIBJZsbFBJjfpU-Q%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rodopiamos na vertiginosa procura&lt;br /&gt;até os dedos, exangues, se soltarem&lt;br /&gt;até os olhos, mudos, desesvoaçarem&lt;br /&gt;enlouquecidos na desventura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calcorreamos o verso até à exaustão&lt;br /&gt;delapidamos os dias projectados&lt;br /&gt;perdemos os pássaros, refugiados&lt;br /&gt;esgotamos os passos sem chão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incrédulos&lt;br /&gt;não estendemos os braços à memória&lt;br /&gt;nem permitimos a luz…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um gesto mais lento que a brisa&lt;br /&gt;uma palavra mais leve que o medo&lt;br /&gt;Teriam bastado ?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pedro Castro Silva &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SOfZtPxCjEI/AAAAAAAAALc/9FLcSA-wuZY/s1600-h/lv.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/1801668459393444565-7080627364871554100?l=docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/feeds/7080627364871554100/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1801668459393444565&amp;postID=7080627364871554100' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/7080627364871554100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/7080627364871554100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/2008/10/um-gesto-uma-palavra-teriam-bastado.html' title='Um gesto, uma palavra. Teriam bastado?'/><author><name>In secret love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532315307773554541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/TLnofp6_91I/AAAAAAAAAWo/7A1aEkJ83QY/S220/DSC_1001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SOfarNhwLXI/AAAAAAAAALs/-uGs8JGm0gU/s72-c/y1pTsE-tasYSkz11D_vN9y9YjzkLpZJUMhKsj-pKssVmP9uI96I4ZcgK1JeZg_DIBJZsbFBJjfpU-Q%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801668459393444565.post-5453301731770861325</id><published>2008-10-04T21:50:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T21:57:35.072+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Falar.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SOfXi_1HpPI/AAAAAAAAALU/Q-ZRrmztFo8/s1600-h/y1p4WVCzWMDd36nfUHFXQj3smja26JiC-mbsOaR1JhbeIhLAvdtKcp1yCdjb3i99h2uu-9l-MCdyhc%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253404486600729842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SOfXi_1HpPI/AAAAAAAAALU/Q-ZRrmztFo8/s320/y1p4WVCzWMDd36nfUHFXQj3smja26JiC-mbsOaR1JhbeIhLAvdtKcp1yCdjb3i99h2uu-9l-MCdyhc%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...da angústia que se esvai;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com ela o sol.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Da hora em que o silêncio &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ainda é tão leve &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que nem sequer a brisa o trai.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Verás o tempo estagnar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no intangível esbater da cor. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero falar-te &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do desassossego dos pássaros, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;prenúncio da calma de mais uma noite,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e, da paz intensa, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas tão breve... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Manuel Filipe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1801668459393444565-5453301731770861325?l=docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/feeds/5453301731770861325/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1801668459393444565&amp;postID=5453301731770861325' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/5453301731770861325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/5453301731770861325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='Falar.....'/><author><name>In secret love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532315307773554541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/TLnofp6_91I/AAAAAAAAAWo/7A1aEkJ83QY/S220/DSC_1001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SOfXi_1HpPI/AAAAAAAAALU/Q-ZRrmztFo8/s72-c/y1p4WVCzWMDd36nfUHFXQj3smja26JiC-mbsOaR1JhbeIhLAvdtKcp1yCdjb3i99h2uu-9l-MCdyhc%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801668459393444565.post-6870795360261441178</id><published>2008-09-24T23:24:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T23:30:50.155+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A teu lado </title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SNq-b4bGkHI/AAAAAAAAALE/26Ey-rQRnw4/s1600-h/por+do+sol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249717701865541746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SNq-b4bGkHI/AAAAAAAAALE/26Ey-rQRnw4/s320/por+do+sol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vou estar por aqui&lt;br /&gt;Nos lugares do costume&lt;br /&gt;Ao teu lado jogando contigo&lt;br /&gt;Conversas mansas do tempo que passa&lt;br /&gt;No nosso porto e abrigo&lt;br /&gt;Quando secam as palavras rego-as&lt;br /&gt;Com um beijo molhado&lt;br /&gt;E vejo-me escoar a teu lado&lt;br /&gt;Caminhado nesse passo marcado&lt;br /&gt;Sabes…&lt;br /&gt;Nos bons e maus momentos&lt;br /&gt;Vencerão os bons de certeza&lt;br /&gt;E na planta que nascer&lt;br /&gt;Um amor pura beleza &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque o nosso amor sempre assim, sempre vençemos. Juntos para sempre. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bem vindo meu amor ............ Saudade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amo-te muito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1801668459393444565-6870795360261441178?l=docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/feeds/6870795360261441178/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1801668459393444565&amp;postID=6870795360261441178' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/6870795360261441178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/6870795360261441178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/2008/09/teu-lado.html' title='A teu lado '/><author><name>In secret love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532315307773554541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/TLnofp6_91I/AAAAAAAAAWo/7A1aEkJ83QY/S220/DSC_1001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SNq-b4bGkHI/AAAAAAAAALE/26Ey-rQRnw4/s72-c/por+do+sol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801668459393444565.post-1333733112603903776</id><published>2008-09-12T00:04:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T00:09:44.440+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SMmkNYw7SkI/AAAAAAAAAK8/625VGBoafOo/s1600-h/thumbnail%5B32%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244903790942571074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SMmkNYw7SkI/AAAAAAAAAK8/625VGBoafOo/s320/thumbnail%5B32%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pressinto o fim do tempo de mim, em ti.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pressinto um acto de resignação, contraditório ao meu ser, num esvair das forças que a alma comporta.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cedo-me, entre o dia e a noite, à igual diferença que os dias vão tomando.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pressinto o esvaecer do todo e do tanto que em ti ainda possa existir, de mim. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na delonga dos gestos, nos silêncios das palavras, na carência da percepção da minha ausência, da escassez do meu sorriso.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Regresso ao meu mundo, na cadência que o esvanecer dos teus sentires me inflige, contigo em mim, ocupando todos os meus espaços. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E vou-me fechando ao ritmo dos ponteiros do relógio desse tempo que pressinto.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;azul&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1801668459393444565-1333733112603903776?l=docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/feeds/1333733112603903776/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1801668459393444565&amp;postID=1333733112603903776' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/1333733112603903776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/1333733112603903776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/2008/09/pressinto-o-fim-do-tempo-de-mim-em-ti.html' title=''/><author><name>In secret love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532315307773554541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/TLnofp6_91I/AAAAAAAAAWo/7A1aEkJ83QY/S220/DSC_1001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SMmkNYw7SkI/AAAAAAAAAK8/625VGBoafOo/s72-c/thumbnail%5B32%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801668459393444565.post-6533352214164884891</id><published>2008-08-15T15:06:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T14:58:00.648+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Talvez</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SKWNvc2bFoI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oerWingFrak/s1600-h/y1pj1YgPxddLJcLasfX7YgRCrIiNtfZuOixTA52CNv1pJoAbSbTpL5DRAqXQ8gTl33oXFTCjN7FtzY%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234745988225898114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SKWNvc2bFoI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oerWingFrak/s320/y1pj1YgPxddLJcLasfX7YgRCrIiNtfZuOixTA52CNv1pJoAbSbTpL5DRAqXQ8gTl33oXFTCjN7FtzY%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talvez…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talvez a questão seja eu, talvez esteja em mim.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talvez a questão seja eu e esta minha sede desmedida de vida.Talvez seja esta minha vontade sufocante de querer abraçar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talvez seja esta minha vontade de partir para um qualquer lugar onde me esperem ou não, sem nota prévia de chegada ou hora marcada de regresso.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talvez seja eu e este meu desejo incontrolável de querer VIVER.Talvez seja eu e este meu desejo incontrolável de querer DAR.Dar, dar-me por inteiro. Intensamente. Plena.Porque só assim faz sentido e sei viver.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E SENTIR…Sentir a alma vibrar, o corpo estremecer com um sorriso num rosto, um brilho de um olhar, a ternura de uma mão que se estende, o calor que se dá e recebe num abraço, como uma meta cumprida, um objectivo atingido, um sonho realizado.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talvez…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talvez seja eu e esta minha avidez de querer parar de escrever a página de um livro cuja personagem deixei de reconhecer, e começar outro. De novo. Com o Eu que conheço, que sempre fui e que perdi num qualquer parágrafo escrito no lugar errado, que fez mudar o rumo desta que é hoje uma desinteressante história. Um enredo que vai perdendo a cada dia o sentido, com um epílogo demasiado previsível.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talvez…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talvez seja eu, mera figurante ou personagem em papel inadequado.Talvez seja eu e minha cupidez de querer correr pelas linhas, tropeçar nas vírgulas, cair nos pontos finais e erguer-me para um novo parágrafo, uma nova página. De querer aprender pela passagem dos pontos de interrogação, deliciar-me com pontos de exclamação, mergulhar nas reticências e absorver tudo o que está para além delas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talvez…Talvez seja eu e esta minha sofreguidão de me superar a mim mesma. Porque acredito que nunca sou o bastante e que posso ser sempre mais e melhor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talvez…&lt;br /&gt;Talvez seja eu:a loucura sentenciada pelos que me crêem saber!&lt;br /&gt;Talvez seja eu:a lucidez entendida pelos que me conhecem! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Texto enviado por uma amiga, autor Azul do blog &lt;a href="http://teusonhomeu.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://teusonhomeu.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&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/1801668459393444565-6533352214164884891?l=docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/feeds/6533352214164884891/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1801668459393444565&amp;postID=6533352214164884891' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/6533352214164884891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/6533352214164884891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/2008/08/talvez.html' title='Talvez'/><author><name>In secret love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532315307773554541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/TLnofp6_91I/AAAAAAAAAWo/7A1aEkJ83QY/S220/DSC_1001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SKWNvc2bFoI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oerWingFrak/s72-c/y1pj1YgPxddLJcLasfX7YgRCrIiNtfZuOixTA52CNv1pJoAbSbTpL5DRAqXQ8gTl33oXFTCjN7FtzY%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801668459393444565.post-5372925985381301663</id><published>2008-08-15T14:59:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T15:15:29.523+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lado a lado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SKWMW4grD3I/AAAAAAAAAJc/CUIWurrV_XQ/s1600-h/y1pD5F3uoa9FSChRBfawayfwNcjbDmVS-CtsaJ6LvrwTaYv6P19nBPdGv_L9XDquca-HW5Qt4PAzwg%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234744466642505586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SKWMW4grD3I/AAAAAAAAAJc/CUIWurrV_XQ/s320/y1pD5F3uoa9FSChRBfawayfwNcjbDmVS-CtsaJ6LvrwTaYv6P19nBPdGv_L9XDquca-HW5Qt4PAzwg%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iam lado a lado, não porque partilhassem o mesmo caminho mas porque aconteceu assim. Não se lembram sequer de ter iniciado o caminho juntos. De terem tomado uma decisão, de terem sequer pensado no assunto. Iam lado a lado mas cada um a seguir o seu destino. Sem o saberem estavam a segui-lo... e que outra coisa é o destino se não isso mesmo?De cada vez que pela dança própria do andar as suas mãos se tocavam quase que se assustavam, e só aí nesse momento, percebiam que iam lado a lado. Não porque o tivessem decidido. Mas porque a vida tem destas coisas e quem somos nós para pôr em causa as suas razões.Várias bifurcações apareceram, passaram por vários cruzamentos mas continuavam a andar lado a lado na certeza que o caminho a seguir era sempre em frente. Por vezes paravam em simultâneo como se de repente o caminho lhes faltasse aos pés. Limitavam-se a respirar fundo. Nunca olharam para trás. Sabiam que nunca se deve lamentar pelo que se decidiu perder mas apenas ansiar pelo que de novo se pode ganhar. Restabelecidas as forças e com a mesma força de quem vai descobrir novos continentes começavam a andar como se tivessem sido empurrados.Chegados ao fim do caminho (não porque este tivesse acabado mas porque sabiam que ali era o fim) deixaram-se ficar parados e com as palavras que o vento levou, antes mesmo de se poderem fazer ouvir, decidiram o caminho a fazer a seguir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1801668459393444565-5372925985381301663?l=docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/feeds/5372925985381301663/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1801668459393444565&amp;postID=5372925985381301663' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/5372925985381301663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/5372925985381301663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/2008/08/lado-lado.html' title='Lado a lado'/><author><name>In secret love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532315307773554541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/TLnofp6_91I/AAAAAAAAAWo/7A1aEkJ83QY/S220/DSC_1001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SKWMW4grD3I/AAAAAAAAAJc/CUIWurrV_XQ/s72-c/y1pD5F3uoa9FSChRBfawayfwNcjbDmVS-CtsaJ6LvrwTaYv6P19nBPdGv_L9XDquca-HW5Qt4PAzwg%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801668459393444565.post-4000736800478729970</id><published>2008-08-08T22:50:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T22:57:44.616+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cor do tempo </title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SJzAHuJWYCI/AAAAAAAAAJM/554bkIEYNDo/s1600-h/y1pV_Clq4tGidmZf4_nOrH47Sa7xyptnqUxfIsINff6GFq703Osu9YfqXIRZATnmfAJUvxtkVVl0Zw%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232268105976537122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SJzAHuJWYCI/AAAAAAAAAJM/554bkIEYNDo/s320/y1pV_Clq4tGidmZf4_nOrH47Sa7xyptnqUxfIsINff6GFq703Osu9YfqXIRZATnmfAJUvxtkVVl0Zw%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje estou perdida no tempo! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A cor deste dia, parece querer envolver-se timidamente em mim.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; O pranto das nuvens mantém-se. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Indistintamente vejo uma onda multicolorida que se ergue diante dos meus olhos querendo invadir o meu corpo e ser a minha pele! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É um turbilhão colorido de pura magia. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É um arco-íris!! É a cor do tempo! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Infiltra-se o poder destas cores no meu corpo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É imenso e absorvente, faz de mim uma deusa. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Serei uma deusa? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A deusa do tempo Do tempo e das cores? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ou estarei viajando no limiar da lucidez e da utopia? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cores&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Formas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Vultos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Momentos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Sentimentos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Lembranças &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sensações&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Desprendimentos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Intenções&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Matizes do tempo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Matizes de mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Hoje perdida nas cores do tempo… &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Encontrei-me por fim… &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ausência&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1801668459393444565-4000736800478729970?l=docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/feeds/4000736800478729970/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1801668459393444565&amp;postID=4000736800478729970' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/4000736800478729970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/4000736800478729970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/2008/08/cor-do-tempo.html' title='Cor do tempo '/><author><name>In secret love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532315307773554541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/TLnofp6_91I/AAAAAAAAAWo/7A1aEkJ83QY/S220/DSC_1001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SJzAHuJWYCI/AAAAAAAAAJM/554bkIEYNDo/s72-c/y1pV_Clq4tGidmZf4_nOrH47Sa7xyptnqUxfIsINff6GFq703Osu9YfqXIRZATnmfAJUvxtkVVl0Zw%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801668459393444565.post-8118674452382639004</id><published>2008-07-29T17:25:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T17:42:40.063+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Olhar</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SI9FdgcSFwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/-I-6BOJPLN8/s1600-h/pk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228474065627518722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SI9FdgcSFwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/-I-6BOJPLN8/s320/pk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um olhar é tudo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele fala por nós&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;atraiçoa quando menos esperamos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;seduz por nós &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ama&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chora&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;entristece&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;brilha de felicidade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aconchega &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;constrange&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ve o que o nosso coraçao nao ve&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ve o que o coraçao sente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O olhar pode ser &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;doce&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;meigo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;carinhoso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alegre&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cheio de vida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas tambem pode ser &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;frio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vazio &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;triste&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O olhar pode ser tudo mesmo que palavras nao sejam ditas e gestos feitos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1801668459393444565-8118674452382639004?l=docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/feeds/8118674452382639004/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1801668459393444565&amp;postID=8118674452382639004' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/8118674452382639004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/8118674452382639004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/2008/07/olhar.html' title='Olhar'/><author><name>In secret love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532315307773554541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/TLnofp6_91I/AAAAAAAAAWo/7A1aEkJ83QY/S220/DSC_1001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SI9FdgcSFwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/-I-6BOJPLN8/s72-c/pk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801668459393444565.post-1757373268807333943</id><published>2008-07-29T17:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T17:08:01.019+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Que fazer????</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228466717754264082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 109px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="100" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SI8-xzeyChI/AAAAAAAAAEw/2tVUCpJEUdI/s320/images%5B66%5D.jpg" width="101" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hum estou na duvida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;se te provoco  com palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;se te seduzo com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; gestos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Com a certeza que faça o que fizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;te vou despertar o instinto animal de me possuires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;e a mim ahh a mim  o desejo louco de te sentir possuir-me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1801668459393444565-1757373268807333943?l=docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/feeds/1757373268807333943/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1801668459393444565&amp;postID=1757373268807333943' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/1757373268807333943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/1757373268807333943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/2008/07/que-fazer.html' title='Que fazer????'/><author><name>In secret love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532315307773554541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/TLnofp6_91I/AAAAAAAAAWo/7A1aEkJ83QY/S220/DSC_1001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SI8-xzeyChI/AAAAAAAAAEw/2tVUCpJEUdI/s72-c/images%5B66%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801668459393444565.post-4126676765115681163</id><published>2008-07-29T16:46:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T16:58:51.417+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gestos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SI89x3_IvtI/AAAAAAAAAEo/_LLFw3IXi7E/s1600-h/rom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228465619452083922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SI89x3_IvtI/AAAAAAAAAEo/_LLFw3IXi7E/s320/rom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gestos.ele fazia pequenos gestos para que ela reparasse nele&lt;br /&gt;olhares.ela pensava no porque dele não olhar para ela.&lt;br /&gt;ele tentava chamar a atenção dela. ela não procurava atenção, afinal já tinha a dele.&lt;br /&gt;ele tentava arrancar lhe um sorriso sem que ela percebesse.mas não conseguia reparar nas expressões do seu rosto controladas pela sua timidez.&lt;br /&gt;ambos pensavam simplesmente em estar juntos.mas sentiam-se tão afastados ao mesmo tempo. entristeciam.&lt;br /&gt;nenhum dos dois percebia que suas mentes pensavam em uníssono.&lt;br /&gt;que as suas almas sentiam o mesmo calor.. .um do outro.&lt;br /&gt;meses, dias, horas.&lt;br /&gt;talvez, simplesmente,ainda não fosse a hora certa.&lt;br /&gt;talvez devesse ser tudo tão mais simples.&lt;br /&gt;mas quem disse que existem coisas simples?&lt;br /&gt;ele odiava a dificuldade.&lt;br /&gt;ela achava graça e um tanto excitante tudo isto.&lt;br /&gt;ele jurava que se declararia da próxima vez.&lt;br /&gt;ela prometia fazer se dificil.&lt;br /&gt;a hora certa chegaria,&lt;br /&gt;paciência.&lt;br /&gt;confiança.&lt;br /&gt;certas coisas não têm motivo ou razão&lt;br /&gt;apenas acontecem.&lt;br /&gt;mas no fim,&lt;br /&gt;bem no fim..&lt;br /&gt;ele não avançou e&lt;br /&gt;ela não disse que“sim”. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;AD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Posso esperar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1801668459393444565-4126676765115681163?l=docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/feeds/4126676765115681163/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1801668459393444565&amp;postID=4126676765115681163' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/4126676765115681163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/4126676765115681163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/2008/07/gestos.html' title='Gestos'/><author><name>In secret love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532315307773554541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/TLnofp6_91I/AAAAAAAAAWo/7A1aEkJ83QY/S220/DSC_1001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SI89x3_IvtI/AAAAAAAAAEo/_LLFw3IXi7E/s72-c/rom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801668459393444565.post-7316165032751226443</id><published>2008-07-29T16:19:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T16:38:53.118+01:00</updated><title type='text'>No teu abraço</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SI81QhZhq5I/AAAAAAAAAEY/c0ofWbzyjOM/s1600-h/lv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228456250360048530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SI81QhZhq5I/AAAAAAAAAEY/c0ofWbzyjOM/s320/lv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;É no teu abraço que eu encontro paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Em que me sinto protegida do mundo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Onde me sinto quente em noites geladas de Inverno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;É nele que todas as noites o meu corpo desperta para os mares de prazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;na entrega dos nossos corpos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;É no teu abraço que te digo ate logo meu amor, volta rapido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;E é com esse mesmo abraço que voltas todos os dias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;carregado de amor e saudades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;E nele conversamos sobre o nosso dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;os nossos problemas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;planos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;é nele em que pedimos opinião sobre algo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;sabendo que seremos escutados, e acarinhados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;E é nesse abraço que quando o sono vem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;adormeçemos sabendo que no dia seguinte tudo continuará do mesmo jeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;com o mesmo amor, e dedicaçao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Amo-te muito &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1801668459393444565-7316165032751226443?l=docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/feeds/7316165032751226443/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1801668459393444565&amp;postID=7316165032751226443' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/7316165032751226443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801668459393444565/posts/default/7316165032751226443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docedesejodeamar.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-teu-abrao.html' title='No teu abraço'/><author><name>In secret love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17532315307773554541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/TLnofp6_91I/AAAAAAAAAWo/7A1aEkJ83QY/S220/DSC_1001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lj_PCR8LZFU/SI81QhZhq5I/AAAAAAAAAEY/c0ofWbzyjOM/s72-c/lv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
