<?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-29888516</id><updated>2011-12-15T03:14:22.911Z</updated><title type='text'>I'll see you in my dreams...</title><subtitle type='html'>Bem...blog feito para exprimir os meus pensamentos LOOL (ta demasiado profundo)...Agr a falar a serio blog feito apenas para escrever akilo k me vai na cabeça...=P (assim nao xateio o ppl =P)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356837438119144282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29888516.post-117079430633520996</id><published>2007-02-06T20:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-06T20:38:26.346Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3107/3195/1600/664271/untitled4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3107/3195/320/540337/untitled4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Ao olharmos para os nossos amigos vemos o melhor de nós proprios...&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/29888516-117079430633520996?l=illsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/feeds/117079430633520996/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29888516&amp;postID=117079430633520996' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/117079430633520996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/117079430633520996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/2007/02/ao-olharmos-para-os-nossos-amigos.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356837438119144282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29888516.post-117034902621400140</id><published>2007-02-01T16:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-01T16:57:06.230Z</updated><title type='text'>Oasis - Wonderwall</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Porque é simplesmente &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;linda&lt;/span&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/29888516-117034902621400140?l=illsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/feeds/117034902621400140/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29888516&amp;postID=117034902621400140' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/117034902621400140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/117034902621400140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/2007/02/oasis-wonderwall.html' title='Oasis - Wonderwall'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356837438119144282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29888516.post-116743809088046120</id><published>2006-12-30T00:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-30T00:21:30.896Z</updated><title type='text'>Frase do ano...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3107/3195/1600/191205/1699389495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3107/3195/320/681100/1699389495.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Nenhum gajo é feio... Nós é que ainda não bebemos o suficiente...'    xD&lt;br /&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/29888516-116743809088046120?l=illsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/feeds/116743809088046120/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29888516&amp;postID=116743809088046120' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/116743809088046120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/116743809088046120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/2006/12/frase-do-ano.html' title='Frase do ano...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356837438119144282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29888516.post-116570685285994571</id><published>2006-12-09T23:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-09T23:27:32.876Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3107/3195/1600/449478/te_amu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3107/3195/320/297333/te_amu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;"Amar é algo...um sentimento digamos... q n consigo dizê-lo por palavras...q não tem definição exacta...apenas sei o q é quando estou com ela...quando ela me toca...quando olha pra mim com aqueles olhos lindos q a cada olhar me fazem vibrar...q a cada toque as "borboletas" começam a voar...voar tanto q parece q n suportamos mais tal efeito...quando a cada beijo...parece q estamos a andar numa montanha russa a alta velocidade...é um sentimento inexplicavel...que os sortudos conseguem sentir...e que os azarentos morrem sem qualquer objectivo de vida."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;By: My Best Friend&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/29888516-116570685285994571?l=illsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/feeds/116570685285994571/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29888516&amp;postID=116570685285994571' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/116570685285994571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/116570685285994571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/2006/12/amar-algo.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356837438119144282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29888516.post-116396723377721336</id><published>2006-11-19T20:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-19T20:13:53.786Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3107/3195/1600/PB150009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3107/3195/320/PB150009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;"Todas as cartas de amor são ridículas. Não seriam cartas de amor se não fossem ridículas. Também escrevi em meu tempo cartas de amor. Como as outras, ridículas..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;... Fernando Pessoa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fotolog.com/sarah_9"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29888516-116396723377721336?l=illsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/feeds/116396723377721336/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29888516&amp;postID=116396723377721336' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/116396723377721336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/116396723377721336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/2006/11/todas-as-cartas-de-amor-so-ridculas.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356837438119144282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29888516.post-116388711823468270</id><published>2006-11-18T21:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-18T21:58:38.243Z</updated><title type='text'>@</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3107/3195/1600/549792210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3107/3195/320/549792210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Porque quem ama nunca sabe o que ama, Nem sabe por que ama, nem o que é amar ..." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/29888516-116388711823468270?l=illsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/feeds/116388711823468270/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29888516&amp;postID=116388711823468270' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/116388711823468270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/116388711823468270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post_18.html' title='@'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356837438119144282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29888516.post-116316880165392304</id><published>2006-11-10T14:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-10T14:27:33.336Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"..what it's wrong with the world today?!"&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/29888516-116316880165392304?l=illsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/feeds/116316880165392304/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29888516&amp;postID=116316880165392304' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/116316880165392304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/116316880165392304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356837438119144282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29888516.post-116256236763439985</id><published>2006-11-03T13:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-03T13:59:27.643Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;   Talvez por saber que tudo a minha volta mudou eu também tenha mudado. Talvez porque já nada na minha vida é o mesmo eu agora veja as coisas de uma forma diferente. De uma maneira que não me choque tanto, de uma maneira em que já estou preparada para quase tudo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;   Disseram-me que estava diferente, eu não acho. Acho que finalmente revelei quem sou, mostrei o que sinto e o que penso e se calhar por isso é que pensam que mudei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;   Disseram-me que ando mais saida da casca LoooooooooooL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;Na minha opinião ando a viver a minha vida! Vivo cada momento como se fosse o último e se calhar por isso é que mudei... Não penso no futuro, nem me recordo do passado, vivo o presente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;   Pensei o que quiserem... Estou feliz! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29888516-116256236763439985?l=illsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/feeds/116256236763439985/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29888516&amp;postID=116256236763439985' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/116256236763439985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/116256236763439985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/2006/11/talvez-por-saber-que-tudo-minha-volta.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356837438119144282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29888516.post-116242231381321066</id><published>2006-11-01T22:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-01T23:05:13.820Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3107/3195/1600/karamela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3107/3195/320/karamela.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Porque as vezes precisamos de momentos para descomprimir, de momentos para deitar tudo cá para fora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;Porque as vezes precisamos de pessoas que nos ajudem a esquecer de tudo e de todos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;Porque as vezes necessito mesmo de me passar da cabeça e cometer loucuras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;@ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;Porque me fazes sentir como uma doida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;Porque se estivesses ao pé de mim, eu não resistiria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29888516-116242231381321066?l=illsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/feeds/116242231381321066/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29888516&amp;postID=116242231381321066' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/116242231381321066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/116242231381321066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/2006/11/porque-as-vezes-precisamos-de-momentos.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356837438119144282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29888516.post-116180909908442004</id><published>2006-10-25T21:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T21:50:06.553+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quantas Cores o Vento Tem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Se pensa que essa terra lhe pertence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Você tem muito ainda que aprender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pois cada planta, terra ou criatura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Está viva e tem alma, é um ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Se crê que só gente é seu semelhante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;E que os outros não têm o seu valor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mas se seguir pegadas de um estranho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mil surpresas vai achar ao seu redor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Já ouviu um lodo uivando para a lua azul?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Será que já viu homem em si sorrir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;É capaz de ouvir as vozes da montanha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;E com as cores do vento colorir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;E com as cores do vento colorir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Correndo pelas trilhas da floresta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Provando das frutinhas o sabor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rolando em meio a tanta riqueza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nunca vai calcular o seu valor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A lua, o sol e o rio são meus parentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A garça e a lontra são iguais a mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mas somos tão ligados uns aos outros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Neste arco, neste círculo sem fim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Já ouviu um lodo uivando para a lua azul?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Será que já viu homem em si sorrir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;É capaz de ouvir as vozes da montanha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;E com as cores do vento colorir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;E com as cores do vento colorir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A árvore aonde irá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Se você acordar, nunca saberá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Não vai mais o lobo uivar para a lua azul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Já não importa mais a nossa cor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vamos cantar com as belas vozes da montanha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;E com as cores do vento colorir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Você só vai conseguir dessa terra usufruir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Se com as cores do vento colorir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;Chamem o que quiserem, mas esta música é apenas &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;LINDA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; , música do filme da Pocahontas !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;As vezes dá-me vontade de voltar a ser criança... Ter aqueles momentos em que dizia ao meu pai "Mete-me as tuas cavalitas :P", lembro-me e nunca mais me irei esquecer duma frase que eu dizia sempre que comia peixe, era linda...Conversas entre mim, a minha mãe e o meu pai:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;Mãe - "Sara queres azeite no peixe?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;Eu - "Não! Quero o molho especial do pai!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;Mãe - "Mas Sara o que o teu pai te põe é azeite"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;Eu - "Não é nada... Não quero azeite, quero aquilo que o pai me põe no peixe..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;Ai como é bom ser criança... Não ter noção de nada e ter uma mente tão inocente. Tenho falta disso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29888516-116180909908442004?l=illsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/feeds/116180909908442004/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29888516&amp;postID=116180909908442004' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/116180909908442004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/116180909908442004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/2006/10/quantas-cores-o-vento-tem.html' title='Quantas Cores o Vento Tem'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356837438119144282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29888516.post-116155092102140973</id><published>2006-10-22T21:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T22:02:01.033+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dias de chuva...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3107/3195/1600/PA220001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3107/3195/320/PA220001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Dias de chuva...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;Como é tão bom estar em casa sem fazer nada e apenas olhar pa chuva...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;Olhar para ela e pensar em tudo e em nada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;Em toda a nossa vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;Ai como é bom!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;Como é bom não haver nada pa fazer senão ficar ali no sofá...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;Sentada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;A pensar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;Sozinha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;Que saudades que tenho de o fazer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;Era nesses momentos que eu tinha um tempo para mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;Que podia ser um pouco egoista e não pensar em mais ninguém a não ser em mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;@ "Look into my eyes, Tell me what you see..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;Bjuu* Karamela*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29888516-116155092102140973?l=illsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/feeds/116155092102140973/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29888516&amp;postID=116155092102140973' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/116155092102140973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/116155092102140973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/2006/10/dias-de-chuva.html' title='Dias de chuva...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356837438119144282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29888516.post-116119977832761175</id><published>2006-10-18T20:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T20:33:37.423+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3107/3195/1600/PA150012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3107/3195/320/PA150012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" O Alquimista pegou num livro que alguém na caravana tinha trazido. O volume estava sem capa, mas conseguiu identificar o seu autor: Oscar Wilde. Enquanto folheava as suas páginas, encontrou uma história sobre Narciso.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O Alquimista conhecia a lenda de Narciso, um belo rapaz que todos os dias ia contemplar a sua própria beleza num lago. Estava tão fascinado por si mesmo que certo dia caiu dentro do lago e morreu afogado. No lugar onde caiu, nasceu uma flor, que chamaram de narciso.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas não era assim que Oscar Wilde acabava a história.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ele dizia que quando Narciso morreu, vieram as Oréiades - deusas do bosque - e viram o lago transformado, de um lago de água doce, nem cântaro de lágrimas salgadas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Por que choras? - perguntaram as Oréiades.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Choro por Narciso - disse o lago.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Ah, não nos espanta que chores por Narciso - continuaram elas. - Afinal de contas, apesar de todas nós sempre corrermos atrás dele pelo bosque, tu eras o único que tinha a oportunidade de contemplar a sua beleza.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Mas Narciso era belo? - perguntou o lago.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Quem mais do que tu poderia saber disso? - responderam, surpresas, as Oréiades. - Afinal de contas, era nas tuas margens que ele se debruçava todos os dias.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O lago ficou algum tempo silencioso. Por fim, disse:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Eu choro por Narciso, mas nunca tinha percebido que Narciso era belo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;»Choro por Narciso, porque todas as vezes que ele se debruçava sobre as minhas margens eu podia ver, no fundo dos seus olhos, a minha própria beleza reflectida."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;In "O Alquimista"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nem sempre aquilo que parece é...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Por vezes o que transparecemos não é aquilo que verdadeiramente sentimos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Os sentimentos que demostramos não os sentimos, mas ninguém se apercebe disso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29888516-116119977832761175?l=illsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/feeds/116119977832761175/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29888516&amp;postID=116119977832761175' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/116119977832761175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/116119977832761175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/2006/10/feeling.html' title='Feeling*'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356837438119144282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29888516.post-116103751094387454</id><published>2006-10-16T23:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T23:27:20.676+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Life*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3107/3195/1600/me1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3107/3195/320/me1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"O horizonte tingiu-se de vermelho, e depois apareceu o Sol. O rapaz lembrou-se da conversa com o pai e sentiu-se alegre; tinha já conhecido muitos castelos e muitas mulheres (mas nenhuma igual Àquela que o esperava daí a poucos dias). Tinha um casaco, um livro que podia trocar por outro, e um rebanho de ovelhas. O mais importante, entretanto, é que todo o dia realizava o grande sonho da sua vida: viajar. Quando se cansasse dos campos da Andaluzia, podia vender as suas ovelhas e tornar-se marinheiro. Quando se cansasse do mar, teria conhecido muitas cidades, muitas mulheres, muitas oportunidades de ser feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;«Não sei como procuram Deus no seminário», pensou, enquanto olhava o Sol que nascia. Sempre que possível, procurava um caminho diferente para andar. Nunca tinha estado naquela igreja antes, apesar de ter passado tantas vezes por ali. O mundo era grande e inesgotável, e se ele deixasse que as ovelhas o guiassem apenas por um poucinho, ia acabar por descobrir mais coisas interessantes. «O problema é que elas não se dão conta de que estão a percorrer caminhos novos em cada dia. Não percebem que os pastos mudaram, que as estações são diferentes, porque apenas se ocupam com a água e a comida.»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;«Talvez seja assim com todos nós», pensou o pastor. «Mesmo comigo, que não penso noutras mulheres desde que conheci a filha do comerciante».&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;Olhou o céu, e pelos seus cálculos estaria antes do almoço em Tarifa. Lá podeira trocar o seu livro por um volume mais grosso, encher a garrafa de vinho, e fazer a barba e cortar o cabelo; tinha de estar pronto para encontrar a menina, e não queria pensar na possibilidade de outro pastor ter chegado entes dele, com mais ovelhas, para pedir a sua mão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;«É justamente a possibilidade de realizar um sonho que torna a vida interessante»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, reflectiu enquanto olhava novamente o céu e apressava o passo..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;Excerto de "O Alquimista" de Paulo Coelho (livro que agora ando a ler :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29888516-116103751094387454?l=illsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/feeds/116103751094387454/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29888516&amp;postID=116103751094387454' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/116103751094387454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/116103751094387454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/2006/10/life.html' title='Life*'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356837438119144282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29888516.post-116082186671346684</id><published>2006-10-14T11:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T11:32:21.973+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Talvez...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Talvez porque já não saiba o que sei... Ou o que pensava saber...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;Talvez porque realmente nada é para sempre, nem mesmo a amizade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;Olho para ti e vejo um desconhecido, uma pessoa que outrora não o era. Aliás que sabia de tudo por mim, que se preocupava e que recebia a mesma preocupação... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;Agora tudo mudou! Passou um vendaval e fez-te esquecer de tudo, de todos os momentos, de todo o apoio, de tudo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;As vezes penso como é possivel, como é possivel já nem amizade existir... Mas depois chego a conclusao que o mundo é falso, as pessoas também o são... Vivemos num mundo cheio de mentiras, em que as pessoas têm também de se adaptar e temos aquelas que se adaptam ao mundo e aquelas que se adaptam as pessoas que o rodeiam... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;Posso ficar por aqui a divagar mas aqueles que me conhecem bem sabem a minha opinião, sabem aquilo que penso... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;A amizade não é eterna! É uma coisa que vai e vem, e que se não houver &lt;strong&gt;esforço&lt;/strong&gt; de ambos os lados não se irá manter por muito tempo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;@ É pena que algumas amizades acabem... Ou que por outras razões sejam obrigadas e acabar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29888516-116082186671346684?l=illsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/feeds/116082186671346684/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29888516&amp;postID=116082186671346684' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/116082186671346684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/116082186671346684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/2006/10/talvez.html' title='Talvez...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356837438119144282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29888516.post-115996815101977085</id><published>2006-10-04T14:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T14:22:31.030+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Just one smile*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;O sorriso... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Tenho de agradecer este sorriso a muita gente... Mas principalmente aos meus amigos, aqueles que estão sempre comigo e que espero eu nunca me abandonarão... Mas agora pergunto, haverá amizades dessas?! Será a amizade capaz de aguentar tudo e mais alguma coisa? Não acredito muito ja... É o que dá ter desilusoes nesse aspecto... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;A amizade é um bem tão precioso e ainda existem pessoas que teimam em dar cabo dela...Ou melhor que tentam fazer dela o que não é... Que tentam acabar com uma amizade que se foi construindo em 3 anos.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Às vezes penso em sair daqui, para bem longe, onde nada nem ninguém me faça lembrar o passado... Onde começe uma vida nova, conheça pessoas novas, onde possa renascer ! Mas depois penso que esse lugar não existe... Essa minha mentalidade está errada... Teria sempre saudades de tudo e de todos, teria saudades daquilo que não devo, daquilo que não posso... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;E com isto fica o sorriso... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;O sorriso que mesmo que custe sai sempre... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Obrigada* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29888516-115996815101977085?l=illsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/feeds/115996815101977085/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29888516&amp;postID=115996815101977085' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/115996815101977085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/115996815101977085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/2006/10/just-one-smile.html' title='Just one smile*'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356837438119144282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29888516.post-115970458599912041</id><published>2006-10-01T12:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T13:09:46.106+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns Kinder Bueno =P</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3107/3195/1600/1151019725_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3107/3195/320/1151019725_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Hoje o meu kinder bueno faz aninhos.... Portanto este post vai ser pa ele !!! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;Bem grandes conversas que já tivemos =P Deixo aki so um xeirinho :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;*Sarah* Ti: a mim n me agarras :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;[11:40:38 PM] [b][c=46]the: knuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;[11:40:44 PM] *Sarah* Ti: n agarras n :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;[11:40:53 PM] [b][c=46]the: agarro sim .gr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;[11:41:04 PM] *Sarah* Ti: keru ver isso..:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;[11:41:42 PM] [b][c=46]the: lol vc vai ver quando eu te conheçer pessoalmente, vou agarrar vc, e nk mais soltar x'D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;[11:42:55 PM] *Sarah* Ti: nunka mais soltar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;[11:43:34 PM] [b][c=46]the: nk mais te solto tas a ver?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;[11:43:40 PM] *Sarah* Ti: :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;__________"_____________"______________"_________________"__________________"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;• Caramela •: ÉS LINDO !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;[12:40:58 AM] [b][c=7]Kind: não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;[12:41:25 AM] • Caramela •: es sim :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;[12:41:30 AM] [b][c=7]Kind: não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;[12:41:39 AM] • Caramela •: és lindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;[12:41:41 AM] • Caramela •: bom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;[12:41:43 AM] • Caramela •: fofo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;[12:41:57 AM] • Caramela •: es um espetakulo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;[12:42:05 AM] • Caramela •: das-m a volta a cabeça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;[12:42:11 AM] • Caramela •: esses olhos matam-m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;[12:42:34 AM] [b][c=7]Kind: XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;[12:42:39 AM] • Caramela •: e esse korpinho entao :P:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;______________"_______________"_______________"__________________"___________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;• Caramela •: andas a ajudar a eskecer :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;[01:35:33 AM] [b][c=7]Kind: XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;[01:35:36 AM] [b][c=7]Kind: inda bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;[01:35:36 AM] [b][c=7]Kind: XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;[01:35:54 AM] • Caramela •: Goto mt d ti :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;[01:35:58 AM] [b][c=7]Kind: too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;[01:36:02 AM] [b][c=7]Kind: ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;______________________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Ai como eu gosto de vc meu kinder bueno preferido =P=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Tantas tardes que ainda vamos ter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;Bigada por seres como es... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;Gosto de ti !!!! =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29888516-115970458599912041?l=illsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/feeds/115970458599912041/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29888516&amp;postID=115970458599912041' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/115970458599912041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/115970458599912041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/2006/10/parabns-kinder-bueno-p.html' title='Parabéns Kinder Bueno =P'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356837438119144282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29888516.post-115927292691209737</id><published>2006-09-26T12:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T13:23:50.436+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ser feliz...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3107/3195/1600/P9220061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3107/3195/320/P9220061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Afinal de contas... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;O que é ser feliz?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Ser feliz é apenas um estado de graça que nós temos por momentos?! Hummm será que ser feliz é assim tão pouca coisa? Será que a felicidade está apenas nesses momentos por vezes tão estupidos e tão banais que passamos? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Talvez... Acho que ninguém tem a noção certa de ser feliz! Essa noção muda de pessoa para pessoa consoante os momentos da sua vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Para mim ser feliz é estar bem comigo mesma, é viver a vida sem sofrer, sem pensar que existe algo que me pode condicionar a minha alegria... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;A felicidade é algo muito irreal... é algo que existe mas ao mesmo tempo não existe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;É algo que nós procuramos a vida toda e apenas a encontramos algumas vezes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;É algo que dizemos que temos mas só as vezes o demonstramos... =S &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;Bem deixo aqui algumas frases sobre a felicidade =P..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;@ "Para mim, a felicidade, é acima de tudo sentir-se bem." - Autor: Françoise Sagan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;@ "Ser feliz sem motivo é a mais autêntica forma de felicidade." - Autor: Carlos Drummond &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;@ "A verdadeira felicidade custa pouco; sendo cara, é porque a sua qualidade não presta." - Autor: François Chateaubriand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;@ "O segredo da felicidade é o seguinte: deixar que os nossos interesses sejam tão amplos quanto possível, e deixar que as nossas reações em relação às coisas e às pessoas sejam tão amistosas quanto possam ser." - Autor: Bertrand Russell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;@ "Não há que ter vergonha de preferir a felicidade." - Fonte: "A Peste" - Autor: Albert Camus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;@ "A felicidade não consiste em adquirir nem em gozar, mas sim em nada desejar, consiste em ser livre." - Fonte: "Manual" - Autor: Epiteto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;@ "A felicidade é uma flor que não se deve colher." - Fonte: "Memórias" - Autor: André Maurois &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;@ "A felicidade é uma obra-prima: o menor erro falseia-a, a menor hesitação altera-a, a menor falta de delicadeza desfeia-a, a menor palermice embrutece-a." - Fonte: "Memórias de Adriano" - Autor: Marguerite Yourcenar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;@ "A felicidade não é um luxo: está em nós como nós próprios." - Autor: Paul Claudel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;@ "Quanto mais se é feliz menos se presta atenção à felicidade." - Fonte: "O Desprezo" - Autor: Alberto Moravia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;@ "A sorte é um acaso, a felicidade uma vocação." - Fonte: "Pensamentos" - Autor: Alexandru Vlahuta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;@ "De todos aqueles que consideramos felizes, não há um que o seja." - Fonte: "Fragmentos" - Autor: Anaxágoras &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;@ "A felicidade é saber o que se quer e querê-lo apaixonadamente." - Autor: Félicien Marceau &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;@ "Felizes não são os que pensam que são mas sim os que o sentem.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29888516-115927292691209737?l=illsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/feeds/115927292691209737/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29888516&amp;postID=115927292691209737' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/115927292691209737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/115927292691209737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/2006/09/ser-feliz.html' title='Ser feliz...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356837438119144282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29888516.post-115894805111137545</id><published>2006-09-22T18:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T19:04:33.610+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A vida é bela! LOOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tou Felizzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz ! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Vida pa frente !!! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;The words have been drained from this pencil &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Sweet words that I want to give you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;And I can't sleep I need to tell you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Goodnight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;When we're together, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;I feel perfect &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;When I'm pulled away from you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;I fall apart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;All you say is sacred to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Your eyes are so blue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;I can't look away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;As we lay in the stillness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;You whisper to me Amy, marry me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Promise you'll stay with me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Oh you don't have to ask me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;You know you're all that I live for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;You know I'd die just to hold you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Stay with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Somehow I'll show you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;That you are my night sky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;I've always been right behind you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Now I'll always be right beside you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;So many nights I cried myself to sleep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Now that you love me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;I love myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;I never thought I would say this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;I never thought there'd be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;[You , Amy Lee]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29888516-115894805111137545?l=illsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/feeds/115894805111137545/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29888516&amp;postID=115894805111137545' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/115894805111137545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/115894805111137545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/2006/09/vida-bela-lool.html' title='A vida é bela! LOOL'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356837438119144282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29888516.post-115861670272350471</id><published>2006-09-18T22:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T22:58:22.796+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E começa tudo outra vez...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Pois é... Começo de um novo ano lectivo. Começo de tudo novamente: aulas, intervalos, tempos com os colegas, discussões com os stores, testes, sekas, entre muitas outras coisas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;Começo de tudo para me fazer esquecer e para me fazer lembrar! Esquecer de tudo o que vivi de momentos maus... E lembrar de tudo o que vivi com os meus amigos e com as pessoas de quem gosto... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;Ano para trabalhar, sim porque tempo não me falta... A fazer apenas 5 disciplinas tenho tempo que sobra. Vamos lá ver como corre este ano! Espero pelo menos me decidir no que fazer em relação à minha vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;Espero passar momentos bons que apaguem todos os maus que tenho na minha cabeça, espero ajudar os meus amigos naquilo que posso. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Espero ser forte!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#990000;"&gt;Espero por vezes demonstrar a força que pensam que tenho, que eu própria necessito e quero ter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;Obrigada Juh ! Embora eu não veja onde está a força, obrigada por me dizeres que ela existe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29888516-115861670272350471?l=illsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/feeds/115861670272350471/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29888516&amp;postID=115861670272350471' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/115861670272350471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/115861670272350471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/2006/09/e-comea-tudo-outra-vez.html' title='E começa tudo outra vez...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356837438119144282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29888516.post-115841390672634052</id><published>2006-09-16T13:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T14:38:34.556+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Existem dias melhores e dias piores... Estes ultimos dias têm sido esquisitos... Não sei como me irei sentir, mas ao mesmo tempo sei !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;Sei que me sinto cansada desta vida, cansada de ver sempre as mesmas coisas, as mesmas pessoas, de fazer sempre o mesmo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;Quero sair daqui para um sitio onde não conheça ninguém, quero começar uma vida nova a partir do zero... Quero viver novas experiências, novas emoções, ter novos amigos, ver novas pessoas, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;VIVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;Quero sair deste fim de mundo...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;"Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii a **** da minha vida" [Dia de S. Receber , Xutos]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Momentos do dia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Música - "Sozinho" Caetano Veloso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sentimento - São tantos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Frase do dia - "Tenho vontade de sair daqui para um sitio bem longe..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29888516-115841390672634052?l=illsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/feeds/115841390672634052/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29888516&amp;postID=115841390672634052' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/115841390672634052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/115841390672634052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/2006/09/existem-dias-melhores-e-dias-piores.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356837438119144282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29888516.post-115817985960077385</id><published>2006-09-13T21:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T21:37:39.723+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pankadas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gosto:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;@ Xokolate branko !!! (o de leite tb é bom, mas o branko e melhor =P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;@ Olhos azuis =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;@ Amigos !!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;@ Sair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;@ Malibu cola !!! =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;@ Desporto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;@ Dormir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;@ Música&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;@ Msn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;@ Café&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;@ Escrever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;@ Ler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Detesto:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;@ Pessoas falsas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;@ Que me mintam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;@ Que não digam as coisas na cara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;@ Que sejam xatos !!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;@ Que me irritem (e n me keiram ver irritada looooool)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Bem pankadas de momento!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Momentos do dia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Música - "The Blowers Daughter" Damien Rice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sentimento - Aliviada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Frase do dia - "Eu como o menino com chokolate branko..." é mais doce mas é melhor =P LOOOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29888516-115817985960077385?l=illsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/feeds/115817985960077385/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29888516&amp;postID=115817985960077385' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/115817985960077385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/115817985960077385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/2006/09/pankadas.html' title='Pankadas...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356837438119144282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29888516.post-115789641180160173</id><published>2006-09-10T14:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T14:53:31.813+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tudo tem um fim...Tudo acaba...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;A vida dá muitas voltas... Tantas que num minuto nos estamos a rir e no outro a chorar...&lt;br /&gt;Não sei, se calhar o melhor mesmo é a vida mudar. Pena é que sai sempre alguém mal dessas mudanças. Quando são os outros a ficar mal, nós não nos preocupamos mas quando a situação se inverte e somos nós, aí pensamos em tudo o que a vida nos dá e nos tira... Pensamos em tudo aquilo que vivemos e que ficou por viver...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tantos planos que as pessoas fazem para depois ir tudo ao ar... Para quê juras de amor?! Para quê dizer amo-te?! Para quê?! Para tudo acabar de um momento para o outro e as pessoas se tratarem como desconhecidos?! É pena, realmente é... Tanto tempo juntos, para depois tudo acabar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E para continuar como no titulo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Acabou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Momentos do dia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Música - "Eternity" Robbie Williams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sentimento - Estranheza =S (não sei se existe, mas é como me sinto...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Frase do dia - "I believe without a doubt, in you"   I hope you fell the same...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29888516-115789641180160173?l=illsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/feeds/115789641180160173/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29888516&amp;postID=115789641180160173' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/115789641180160173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/115789641180160173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/2006/09/tudo-tem-um-fimtudo-acaba.html' title='Tudo tem um fim...Tudo acaba...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356837438119144282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29888516.post-115780133646131527</id><published>2006-09-09T12:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T12:28:56.540+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Obrigada Padrinho =p</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3107/3195/1600/P3250085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3107/3195/320/P3250085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Hoje decidi agradecer a uma pessoa muito especial para mim... O meu padrinho paixao Ivo! (a outra parte é pa eskecer loooool) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;Este rapazito deu-me nas orelhas quando eu precisei, levantou-me quando eu cai (no sentido filosófico da frase lol), apoiou-me quando estava em baixo, deu-me conselhos, etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;Não sei muito bem que dizer, apenas que já te conheço há uns bons 4 anos +- e que adoro ser tua amiga! Só nos começámos a dar melhor o ano passado é verdade mas mesmo assim estiveste lá! Obrigada por isso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;Desejo-te tudo de bom na vida!!! Nada de tristezas!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;Epah como não tenho grande jeito para isto é melhor acabar por aqui... =s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;GMDT padrinho paixao =P *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Momentos do dia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Música - "Máscara" Pitty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sentimento - Malukeira =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Frase do dia - "Os amigos são realmente a melhor coisa que Deus nos deu...Nunca te esqueças deles!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29888516-115780133646131527?l=illsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/feeds/115780133646131527/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29888516&amp;postID=115780133646131527' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/115780133646131527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/115780133646131527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/2006/09/obrigada-padrinho-p.html' title='Obrigada Padrinho =p'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356837438119144282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29888516.post-115771293782053740</id><published>2006-09-08T11:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T12:02:19.243+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Equalize...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Às vezes se eu me destraio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Se eu não me vigio um instante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Me transporto pra perto de você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Já vi que não posso ficar tão solta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Me vem logo aquele cheiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Que passa de você pra mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Num fluxo perfeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Enquanto você conversa e me beija&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Ao mesmo tempo eu vejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;As suas cores no seu olho, tão de perto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Me balanço devagar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Como quando você me embala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;O ritmo rola fácil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Parece que foi ensaiado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;E eu acho que eu gosto mesmo de você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Bem do jeito que você é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Eu vou equalizar você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Numa freqüência que só a gente sabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Eu te transformei nessa canção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Pra poder te gravar em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Adoro essa sua cara de sono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;E o timbre da sua voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Que fica me dizendo coisas tão malucas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;E que quase me mata de rir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Quando tenta me convencer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Que eu só fiquei aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Porque nós dois somos iguais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Até parece que você já tinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;O meu Manual de Instruções&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Porque você decifrava os meus sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Porque você sabe o que eu gosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;E porque quando você me abraça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;O mundo gira devagar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;E o tempo é só meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;E ninguém registra a cena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;De repente vira um filme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Todo em câmera lenta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;E eu acho que eu gosto mesmo de você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Bem do jeito que você é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Eu vou equalizar você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Numa freqüência que só a gente sabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Eu te transformei nessa canção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Pra poder te gravar em mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;[Equalize, Pitty]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Adoro esta música!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Momentos do dia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Música - "Equalize" Pitty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sentimento - Nem sei descrever bem... Relaxada =P LOOOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Frase do dia - "Don't worry! Be happy =D"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29888516-115771293782053740?l=illsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/feeds/115771293782053740/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29888516&amp;postID=115771293782053740' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/115771293782053740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/115771293782053740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/2006/09/equalize.html' title='Equalize...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356837438119144282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29888516.post-115756611893621812</id><published>2006-09-06T18:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T19:08:40.296+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Frase do dia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Porque é que existem aquelas pessoas que nós pensamos que nunca nos vão desiludir mas que de um momento para o outro mudam completamente para connosco?! Porque é que isso acontece quando tudo está bem?! Realmente tudo está destinado a ter um fim e às vezes temos de agradecer a uma força superior por ter posto um fim, aquilo que até pensávamos que não queriamos que acabasse... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;Mas passando à frente essa parte (sim porque eu já passei), mesmo não estando tão próxima dessa pessoa não me queria afastar mais dela, pelo menos gostaria que a amizade se mantivesse, se isso for possivel claro... Por mim estou sempre disposta a reatar essa amizade que por momentos julguei perdida mas que espero que não tivesse ido à vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Momentos do dia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Música - "Foi Feitiço" André Sardet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sentimento - Desilusão / Alívio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Frase do dia - "Podemos ser amigos?!Mas não metas nada à frente dessa amizade sff"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Agradecia pelo menos a resposta de uma pessoa a este post...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29888516-115756611893621812?l=illsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/feeds/115756611893621812/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29888516&amp;postID=115756611893621812' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/115756611893621812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/115756611893621812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/2006/09/frase-do-dia.html' title='Frase do dia...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356837438119144282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29888516.post-115746004798124322</id><published>2006-09-05T13:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T13:40:47.996+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marina Elali - Você&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Você, que tanto tempo faz,Você que eu não conheço mais.Você, que um dia eu amei demais.Você, que ontem me sufocou de amor e de felicidade.Hoje me sufoca de saudade.Você, que já não diz pra mim as coisas que preciso ouvir.Você, que até hoje eu não esqueci.Você que, eu tento me enganar dizendo que tudo passou.Na realidade, aqui em mim você ficou.Você que eu não encontro mais.Os beijos que já não lhe dou.Fui tanto pra você e hoje nada sou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;Tirei este texto do blog duma amiga minha... Transmite um pouco akilo que sinto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29888516-115746004798124322?l=illsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/feeds/115746004798124322/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29888516&amp;postID=115746004798124322' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/115746004798124322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/115746004798124322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/2006/09/marina-elali-voc-voc-que-tanto-tempo.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356837438119144282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29888516.post-115732518165610141</id><published>2006-09-04T00:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T00:13:01.666+01:00</updated><title type='text'>New nick =P</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;New nick... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pitinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;But just for you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;=P&lt;/span&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/29888516-115732518165610141?l=illsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/feeds/115732518165610141/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29888516&amp;postID=115732518165610141' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/115732518165610141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/115732518165610141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/2006/09/new-nick-p.html' title='New nick =P'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356837438119144282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29888516.post-115693201146029945</id><published>2006-08-30T10:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T11:00:11.473+01:00</updated><title type='text'>10 meses, 23 dias...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Acabou... A melhor fase da minha vida acabou... Realmente é estranho como namoros podem acabar assim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;Bem não me vou alongar muito hoje, também porque não quero falar muito do assunto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;Apenas quero agradecer-te por me teres feito muito feliz durante esse tempo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;Apesar de tudo &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;gosto muito de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; e já sabes a 1ª a saber de tudo LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Continuamos amigos!&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/29888516-115693201146029945?l=illsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/feeds/115693201146029945/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29888516&amp;postID=115693201146029945' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/115693201146029945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/115693201146029945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/2006/08/10-meses-23-dias.html' title='10 meses, 23 dias...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356837438119144282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29888516.post-115671989293152674</id><published>2006-08-27T23:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T00:04:52.943+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pieces...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;I tried to be perfect but nothing was worth it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;I don't believe it makes me real &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;I thought it'd be easy but no one believes me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;I meant all the things I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;if you believe it's in my soul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;I'd say all the words that I know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;just to see if it would show &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;that I'm trying to let you know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;that I'm better off on my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;this place is so empty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;my thoughts are so tempting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;I don't know how it got so bad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;sometimes it's so crazy that nothing can save me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;but it's the only thing that I have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;if you believe it's in my soul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;I'd say all the words that I know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;just to see if it would show &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;that I'm trying to let you know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;that I'm better off on my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;I tried to be perfect it just wasn't worth it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;nothing could ever be so wrong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;it's hard to believe me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;it never gets easy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;I guess I knew that all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;if you believe it's in my soul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;I'd say all the words that I know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;just to see if it would show &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;that I'm trying to let you know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;that I'm better off on my own &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Pieces, Sum41]&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/29888516-115671989293152674?l=illsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/feeds/115671989293152674/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29888516&amp;postID=115671989293152674' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/115671989293152674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/115671989293152674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/2006/08/pieces.html' title='Pieces...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356837438119144282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29888516.post-115641998678622786</id><published>2006-08-24T12:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T12:56:34.796+01:00</updated><title type='text'>17 aninhos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Ah pois é 17 aninhos... =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Tantas recordações ao longo destes anos... Tantos momentos que uma pessoa recorda ou por serem bons ou por serem maus... Tantas pessoas que nos ficam no coração...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;Bem eu não vou tar aqui a falar da minha vida... Quero apenas agradecer às pessoas que ao longo do tempo estiveram comigo... Adoro-vos, com voces aprendi muitas coisas que me ficarão para a vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;Amei o dia de ontem... Muito obrigada por me fazeres tão feliz!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amei a tarde!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amei o relógio!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amei a pulseira!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amei os abraços!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Amei os beijos!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Amo-te a ti!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&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/29888516-115641998678622786?l=illsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/feeds/115641998678622786/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29888516&amp;postID=115641998678622786' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/115641998678622786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/115641998678622786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/2006/08/17-aninhos.html' title='17 aninhos...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356837438119144282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29888516.post-115619761239646911</id><published>2006-08-21T22:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T23:00:12.406+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Please...=$</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Can it be forever?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;Please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Kisses for all*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29888516-115619761239646911?l=illsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/feeds/115619761239646911/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29888516&amp;postID=115619761239646911' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/115619761239646911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/115619761239646911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/2006/08/please.html' title='Please...=$'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356837438119144282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29888516.post-115611342937770552</id><published>2006-08-20T23:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T23:37:14.886+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A razão das coisas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"&gt;Hoje cheguei à conclusão que tudo o que nos acontece é por alguma razão... Seja bom ou mau, serve para nós aprendermos algo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Por exemplo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;- quando os nossos pais não nos deixam ir a algum lado é porque se preocupam connosco e porque às vezes nós até pedimos demasiado, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;- quando uma amizade acaba é porque talvez deva mesmo ser assim, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;- quando um namoro acaba é porque se calhar estava destinado que essas duas pessoas não deveriam estar juntas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Talvez esta minha teoria até esteja errada, mas hoje senti que tudo o que me está a acontecer seja para me mostrar alguma coisa... Para eu aprender com o que me acontece...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Mas como também já disse... Pode ser que esteja errada... Pode ser que a vida seja apenas estupida, que apenas goste de nos ver sofrer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Embora não seja grande coisa ficam com o que penso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29888516-115611342937770552?l=illsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/feeds/115611342937770552/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29888516&amp;postID=115611342937770552' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/115611342937770552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/115611342937770552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/2006/08/razo-das-coisas.html' title='A razão das coisas...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356837438119144282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29888516.post-115585451939101281</id><published>2006-08-17T23:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T23:41:59.403+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It's my life!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;As vezes tenho vontade de morrer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Outras de gritar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Outras de fugir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas agora apenas quero aproveitar!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;K se lixem td e todos...A vida é minha e faço dela o k kiser!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29888516-115585451939101281?l=illsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/feeds/115585451939101281/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29888516&amp;postID=115585451939101281' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/115585451939101281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/115585451939101281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-my-life.html' title='It&apos;s my life!!!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356837438119144282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29888516.post-115568549367111328</id><published>2006-08-16T00:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T00:44:53.690+01:00</updated><title type='text'>'Cause to love you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;When I'm feeling down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Nothing seems ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;I see her eyes and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;I believe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;I'll find a way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;When I'm feeling down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Things don't go so well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;I see her eyes and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;I forget the tears that fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;When I'm alone in the street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;And I'm scared and tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;For the first time in my whole life I felt desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;When I'm far from home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;And I just don't want to be found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;I run into your arms and they bring my feet back to the ground!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;CHORUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;'Cause to love you means so much more (2X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;When I need to cry you make me try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;I want to die and ask me why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;'Cause I can't fight no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;When I'm feeling down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Nothing seems ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;I see her eyes and I believe.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;we'll find a way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;I'm alone in the street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;And I'm scared and tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;For the first time in my whole life I felt desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;When I'm far from home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;And I just don't want to be found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;I run into your arms and they bring my feet back to the ground!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;CHORUS (2X)&lt;br /&gt;'Cause to love you means so much more (2X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;'Cause to love you means so much more (2X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;When I wanted to stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;When I wanted to fail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;I saw your eyes and I believed there's so much more… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;So much more… so much more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;[Fingertips]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Esta música é simplesmente linda!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29888516-115568549367111328?l=illsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/feeds/115568549367111328/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29888516&amp;postID=115568549367111328' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/115568549367111328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/115568549367111328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/2006/08/cause-to-love-you.html' title='&apos;Cause to love you...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356837438119144282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29888516.post-115404150666868470</id><published>2006-07-27T23:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T00:05:06.686+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O meu manuh =P</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3107/3195/1600/andre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3107/3195/320/andre.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;O meu mano lindo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;O que este miudo as vezes me atura, até tenho pena dele loool...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mas pronto contando a nossa história (mas resumida), conhecemo-nos no nosso 5º ano o que quer dizer há cerca de 6/7 anos e desde esse tempo temos vindo a conhecer o que somos... Temos conhecido as facetas um do outro e muitas vezes já sabemos quando algo se passa, quando o outro precisa de ajuda, de uma palavra, de um sorriso, de uma brincadeira, entre outros...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Alem disso este gajo é lindo!!! =D=D=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tenho muita pena por as vezes nao estarmos juntos o tempo que eu muitas vezes gostaria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tenho muita pena por as vezes nao poder chegar a ti e contar-te tudo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mas há fases, e esta é apenas uma fase...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Alem disso eu &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;adoro-te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; e tu &lt;strong&gt;NUNCA&lt;/strong&gt; te vais ver livre de mim =P=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ÉS LINDO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ADORO-TE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Beijos ***Sarah***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29888516-115404150666868470?l=illsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/feeds/115404150666868470/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29888516&amp;postID=115404150666868470' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/115404150666868470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/115404150666868470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/2006/07/o-meu-manuh-p.html' title='O meu manuh =P'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356837438119144282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29888516.post-115339604038819497</id><published>2006-07-20T12:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T12:47:20.400+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando a chuva passar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Quando a chuva passar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Pra que falar&lt;br /&gt;Se você não quer me ouvir&lt;br /&gt;Fugir agora não resolve nada&lt;br /&gt;Mas não vou chorar&lt;br /&gt;Se você quiser partir&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes a distancia ajuda&lt;br /&gt;E essa tempestade um dia vai acabar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Só quero te lembrar&lt;br /&gt;De quando a gente andava nas estrelas&lt;br /&gt;Nas horas lindas que passamos juntos&lt;br /&gt;A gente só queria amar e amar e hoje eu tenho certeza&lt;br /&gt;A nossa história não termina agora&lt;br /&gt;Pois essa tempestade um dia vai acabar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(Refrão)&lt;br /&gt;Quando a chuva passar&lt;br /&gt;Quando o tempo abrir&lt;br /&gt;Abra a janela e veja eu sou o sol&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou céu e mar&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou seu e fim&lt;br /&gt;E meu amor é imensidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Só quero te lembrar&lt;br /&gt;De quando a gente andava nas estrelas&lt;br /&gt;Nas horas lindas que passamos juntos&lt;br /&gt;A gente só queria amar e amar&lt;br /&gt;E hoje eu tenho certeza&lt;br /&gt;A nossa história não termina agora&lt;br /&gt;Pois essa tempestade um dia vai acabar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Refrão 2x)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;Deixo-vos esta musica que eu acho completamente linda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;Ivete Sangalo rulla!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29888516-115339604038819497?l=illsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/feeds/115339604038819497/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29888516&amp;postID=115339604038819497' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/115339604038819497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/115339604038819497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/2006/07/quando-chuva-passar-quando-chuva.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356837438119144282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29888516.post-115323743922894618</id><published>2006-07-18T16:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T16:43:59.243+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Serei normal?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Serei eu a verdadeira anormal desta história toda?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Problemas é coisa que não falta!! Relações completamente atribuladas, que nem eu sei como chegaram a este ponto... Ao ponto eu que se se troca alguma palavra cai-nos o mundo em cima, ao ponto em que não podemos ter um pouco de liberdade, ao ponto em que deixamos de confiar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Fico triste por pensares assim, fico triste por não me deixares ter a vida que eu realmente quero, por não poder estar com quem quero e quando quero...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"A vida é injusta" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;aliás bastante injusta... E tu realmente percebes isso mas não dás o braço a torcer e deixas-me muitas vezes sofrer em vão, deixas-me muitas vezes infeliz comigo mesma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Só espero que um dia te apercebas daquilo que fazes, daquilo que me fazes sentir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29888516-115323743922894618?l=illsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/feeds/115323743922894618/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29888516&amp;postID=115323743922894618' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/115323743922894618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/115323743922894618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/2006/07/serei-normal.html' title='Serei normal?!?!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356837438119144282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29888516.post-115308671748014424</id><published>2006-07-16T22:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T22:53:08.510+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O mais importante para mim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3107/3195/1600/P7160006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3107/3195/320/P7160006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amo-te&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...Sim eu &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;amo-te&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amo-te&lt;/strong&gt; mais do que ao mar, do que ao céu, do que à própria vida... &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amo-te&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; porque és como és e nunca mudaste para comigo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Amo cada dia passado contigo e cada palavra que tu me dizes, cada gesto que tu fazes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;És sem duvida o mais importante para mim actualmente...É por ti que eu sou o que sou, é por tua causa que eu raramente estou triste, tu fazes-me sorrir nos meus piores momentos, fazes-me esquecer tudo e mais alguma coisa quando estou contigo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Amo-te****&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/29888516-115308671748014424?l=illsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/feeds/115308671748014424/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29888516&amp;postID=115308671748014424' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/115308671748014424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/115308671748014424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/2006/07/o-mais-importante-para-mim.html' title='O mais importante para mim...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356837438119144282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29888516.post-115245029507357357</id><published>2006-07-09T13:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T14:04:55.096+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Partilha...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3107/3195/1600/dezena.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3107/3195/320/dezena.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Partilha... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; que é para vocês partilhar?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;Ontem realmente fizeram-me esta pergunta e consegui responder, embora nem pensasse muito no que estava a dizer mas até acho que me saiu bastante bem =P... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;Bem explicando melhor...Ontem foi a Assembleia de Jovens e fizémos um jogo em que haviam várias palavras e várias pessoas e tinhamos de associar a palavra que nós tinhamos com uma pessoa, a minha palavra foi &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PARTILHA &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;e e escolhi Fernando Pessoa, escolhi este grande homem porque ele partilhava o que sentia e o que pensava através das palavras. E aí perguntaram-me para mim o que é que isso significava, o que significava &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"partilhar" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;e eu respondi, respondi com o que me ia no coração e não com o que me ia na cabeça. Para mim partilhar e podermos dar a conhecer aos outros tudo aquilo que sentimos e que pensamos, dar a conhecer as nossas opiniões acerca do mundo, mas também claro recebermos essa mesma informação vinda dos outros e com isso mudarmos algumas mentalidades e podermos mudar um pouco o que está mal na nossa vida e na nossa cabeça...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agora fiquem com um poema de Alberto Caeiro (heteronimo de Pessoa)... [Adoro este poema =D]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O meu olhar é nítido como um girassol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tenho o costume de andar pelas estradas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Olhando para a direita e para a esquerda, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E de, vez em quando olhando para trás... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E o que vejo a cada momento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;É aquilo que nunca antes eu tinha visto, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E eu sei dar por isso muito bem... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sei ter o pasmo essencial &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Que tem uma criança se, ao nascer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Reparasse que nascera deveras... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sinto-me nascido a cada momento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Para a eterna novidade do Mundo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Creio no mundo como num malmequer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Porque o vejo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mas não penso nele &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Porque pensar é não compreender ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O Mundo não se fez para pensarmos nele &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Pensar é estar doente dos olhos) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mas para olharmos para ele e estarmos de acordo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eu não tenho filosofia: tenho sentidos... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Se falo na Natureza não é porque saiba o que ela é, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mas porque a amo, e amo-a por isso, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Porque quem ama nunca sabe o que ama &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nem sabe por que ama, nem o que é amar ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amar é a eterna inocência, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E a única inocência não pensar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nota:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;A foto que está neste post foi tirada em Fátima com o GJP e é uma dezena... (digam lá que não é linda?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;E agora para vocês o que é &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;PARTILHAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29888516-115245029507357357?l=illsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/feeds/115245029507357357/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29888516&amp;postID=115245029507357357' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/115245029507357357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/115245029507357357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/2006/07/partilha.html' title='Partilha...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356837438119144282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29888516.post-115167817034774662</id><published>2006-06-30T15:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T15:36:10.356+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma nova etapa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333399;"&gt;Hoje acabo uma etapa da minha vida e começo outra...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333399;"&gt;Hoje finalmente estou de férias!! Acabaram-se os exames, acabou-se o 11º ano, acabaram as aulas!! =D FÉRIASSSSS!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333399;"&gt;Para o ano vai ser ainda pior...Ok que tenho menos disciplinas, mas mesmo assim tenho de me dedicar ainda mais aos estudos...  Para seguir o meu sonho vai ter de ser asim... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333399;"&gt;Se tudo correr bem é só mais ano aqui... =) Por um lado é tão bom sair deste canto do mundo, conhecer coisas novas, pessoas novas e diferentes de mim, outras culturas; mas por outro também é um pouco mau, deixar as pessoas que amo, deixar os sitios que ja conheço, que me são familiares...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333399;"&gt;Mas pensando noutras coisas!! Agora vem aí as belas das férias e aqui a je vai amanha pa viseu =S...BAHHHHHHH k seka...As férias deste ano vão ser passadas em Viseu, Algarve e Alentejo...Claro com algumas visitas à Guarda, Aveiro, Porto, Évora, entre outros... =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333399;"&gt;Vou morrer de saudades vossas pessoal...Mas prometo que vou tentar vir com muitas coisas pa contar =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333399;"&gt;Ah claro que não podia deixar de dizer...Depois ainda tenho de falar com algumas pessoas pos meus aninhos...Ainda falta eu sei =P (23 de Agosto pa kem nao sabe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ADORO-VOX MTAO********&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMUTXI MTMTMTMTMTMTMTMTAO KID =P&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/29888516-115167817034774662?l=illsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/feeds/115167817034774662/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29888516&amp;postID=115167817034774662' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/115167817034774662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/115167817034774662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/2006/06/uma-nova-etapa.html' title='Uma nova etapa...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356837438119144282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29888516.post-115152460830618855</id><published>2006-06-28T20:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T20:58:19.116+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Obrigada =P</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3107/3195/1600/bgda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3107/3195/320/bgda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;Bem hoje é para agradecer a 4 pessoas muito especiais para mim... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;4 pessoas que me acompanharam este ano numa parte da minha vida muito importante, o GJP, passámos de tudo e vivémos de tudo sempre juntos! Desde choro, a risos, a brincadeiras, a almoços bem interesantes, a sessões de fotos, a sessões de wrestling, a jogos de futebol, entre muitos outros...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;O melhor sem dúvida foi o retiro, fez-nos aproximar mais do que nós já estávamos, ouvirmos as histórias uns dos outros, chorarmos uns com os outros, foi uma experiência que amei. Amei pelos momentos vividos mas também por os ter vivido com vocês...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;Só vos agradeço por estarem comigo nos bons e nos maus momentos da minha vida! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;Muito obrigada por tudo o que &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;fizeram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, por tudo o que &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;disseram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, por tudo o que &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ouviram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, mas principalmente &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;por estarem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ADORO-VOS Leong, Fifax, Juh e Jota****&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/29888516-115152460830618855?l=illsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/feeds/115152460830618855/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29888516&amp;postID=115152460830618855' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/115152460830618855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/115152460830618855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/2006/06/obrigada-p.html' title='Obrigada =P'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356837438119144282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29888516.post-115115494651768877</id><published>2006-06-24T13:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T14:15:46.543+01:00</updated><title type='text'>As minhas paixoes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3107/3195/1600/manas.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;Todos nós temos as nossas próprias paixoes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000066;"&gt;Eu neste momento, tenho várias...Uma delas é &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a minha mana&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, a minha grande paixão de sempre e para sempre...Adoro akela miuda (miuda que tem mais 14 anos k eu =P) mesmo muitas vezes dando-me sermoes, etc... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000066;"&gt;És linda! Acho que não podia ter tido melhor irma!! =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000066;"&gt;Outra das minhas paixões é &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o mar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...O mar tem aquele dom que me faz estar calma, relaxada, não pensar em nada e ao mesmo tempo pensar em tudo, faz-me reflectir sobre a minha vida, faz-me pensar...Faz-me esquecer de todos os problemas! É engraçado o mar transmite calma, mas ao mesmo tempo está sempre em tanta revolta, está num patamar superior ao nosso, está acima de nós, com tanta imensidão conseguimos sentir a nossa pequenes ao pé dele...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000066;"&gt;Por ultimo a minha paixão, que se viria a transformar em amor...&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O meu namorado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...Fez 3 anos que nos conhecemos e quem iria dizer que passados 3 ano e passadas tantas zangas nós iriamos estar como estamos hoje?! Estamos bem um com o outro e isso é que interessa, sentimo-nos bem um com o outro e isso é que interessa, amamo-nos um ao outro e isso é que interessa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29888516-115115494651768877?l=illsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/feeds/115115494651768877/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29888516&amp;postID=115115494651768877' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/115115494651768877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/115115494651768877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/2006/06/as-minhas-paixoes.html' title='As minhas paixoes...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356837438119144282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29888516.post-115091871372992599</id><published>2006-06-21T20:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T20:38:33.740+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Afinal o que é realmente o amor??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ninguém sabe ao certo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Definição de amor: O amor é uma atração afectiva ou física que, devido a certa afinidade, um ser manifesta por outro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Esta definição de amor está...(como direi?!)...muito sem sal, sem sentimentos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Bem deixo-vos aqui algumas frases que ao longo do tempo foram sendo ditas e escritas que definem um pouco o amor e com as quais eu me defino...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;"Amor é uma palavra; o que importa é a conexão que esta palavra implica". Matrix Revolutions&lt;br /&gt;"O amor não consiste em olhar um para o outro, mas sim em olhar juntos para a mesma direção". Antoine de Saint-Exupéry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quem não ama demais não ama o bastante". Bussy Rabutin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Amor: uma perigosa doença mental". Platão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O amor é o sentimento dos seres imperfeitos, posto que a função do amor é levar o ser humano à perfeição". Aristóteles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O amor é a força mais sutil do mundo". Mahatma Gandhi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Amar é encontrar na felicidade de outrem a própria felicidade". Gottfried Leibnitz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quem começa a entender o amor, a explicá-lo, a qualificá-lo e quantificá-lo, já não está amando". Roberto Freire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Amor é um não-sei-quê, que surge não sei de onde, e acaba não sei como". Scudery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;"O amor é a vida acontecendo no momento: sem passado, sem futuro, presente puro, eternidade numa bolha de sabão."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Claro que não poderia acabar este post de outra forma...O inicio do belo poema que todos conhecem...e a continuação pa quem não sabe é uma musica de Sérgio Godinho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Amor é fogo que arde sem se ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;é ferida que dói e não se sente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;é um contentamento descontente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;é dor que desatina sem doer"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Que o poeta de todos os poetas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;me conceda boa estrela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;que a estrela de todos os astros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;me premeie na lapela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;prémios de honor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;prefiro os muitos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oferecidos pelas mãos do amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;coroando o amor e seus heterónimos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nem vão caber nos Jerónimos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amores anónimos não há&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e assim foi pela madrugada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mesmo que seja um "assim fosse"vou nomear-te namorada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ninguém já soube o que é o amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;se o amor é aquilo que ninguém viu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;uma cor que fugiude um pano leve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e pairou serena e breve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pousa agora, borboleta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;na pena deste poeta:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É uma cor que dá na vida&lt;br /&gt;o amor&lt;br /&gt;é uma luz que dá na cor&lt;br /&gt;É uma cor que dá na vida&lt;br /&gt;o amor&lt;br /&gt;é uma luz que dá na cor&lt;br /&gt;mas é uma batalha perdida&lt;br /&gt;que se trava com ardor&lt;br /&gt;é uma cor que dá na vida&lt;br /&gt;o amor&lt;br /&gt;dor que desatina sem doer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se devagar se vai ao longe&lt;br /&gt;devagar te quero perto&lt;br /&gt;mesmo que o que arde nunca cure&lt;br /&gt;vou beijar-te a sol aberto&lt;br /&gt;é já dos livros que o instante&lt;br /&gt;se parece tanto com a eternidade&lt;br /&gt;e que o amor, na verdade&lt;br /&gt;só se cansa de ti&lt;br /&gt;se de ti mesmo te cansas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mordidas mansas, emoções&lt;br /&gt;suspiros densos, afagares&lt;br /&gt;liberto das definiçõe&lt;br /&gt;so amor define os seus lugares&lt;br /&gt;ilhas desertas até ver&lt;br /&gt;ver o sol, a chuva&lt;br /&gt;o arco do corpo&lt;br /&gt;arco-íris, corpo a corpo&lt;br /&gt;cara a cara, cor a cor&lt;br /&gt;incandescendo o olhar&lt;br /&gt;(Pousa agora, borboleta&lt;br /&gt;na pena deste poeta:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É uma cor que dá na vida&lt;br /&gt;o amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ao pôr o dedo nas feridas&lt;br /&gt;que supúnhamos curadas&lt;br /&gt;provas de fogo atravessamos&lt;br /&gt;no mar alto festejadas&lt;br /&gt;não se controla o inesperado&lt;br /&gt;nem se diz o indizível do amor&lt;br /&gt;uma cor que fugiu&lt;br /&gt;de um pano leve&lt;br /&gt;e pairou serena e breve&lt;br /&gt;no ar&lt;br /&gt;(Pousa agora, borboleta&lt;br /&gt;na pena deste poeta:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É uma cor que dá na vida&lt;br /&gt;o amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Agora digam-me para voces...Afinal o que é o amor?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29888516-115091871372992599?l=illsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/feeds/115091871372992599/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29888516&amp;postID=115091871372992599' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/115091871372992599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/115091871372992599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/2006/06/love.html' title='Love...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356837438119144282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29888516.post-115080040735669554</id><published>2006-06-20T11:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T11:46:47.373+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hoje vou falar duma das coisas boas que me aconteceu este ano... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;(sim porke foram muitas...=P) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Essa coisa foi a minha equipa de basket!! Esta ekipa vinha desde o ano passado do Desporto Escolar da Braamcamp Freire mas no final do ano escolar de 2004/2005 decidimos federarmo-nos e isso deu um optimo resultado (basta olhar para nós)...Hoje somos mais que uma ekipa, somos uma segunda familia para cada uma de nós... Muitas vezes deixámos de acreditar mas no dia 29 de Janeiro isso tudo mudou...Ganhámos o nosso primeiro jogo (contra o Cadaval), e coincidência das coincidências foi nesse mesmo dia que nevou em Lisboa!! =D A partir desse dia tornamo-nos mais unidas, embora houvesse ali um periodo de tempo em que isso não se demonstrasse mas agora está tudo bem!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Claro que não temos de agradecer apenas ao Coach Nuno, mas também à D. Joana, à D. Lenia, à D. Mabília, ao Telmo, ao CAC, à claque, a todos que tornaram possivel este sonho... =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Bem ontem não postei mas hoje fika este do fundo do koraçao =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3107/3195/1600/ekipa_basket_cac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3107/3195/320/ekipa_basket_cac.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;PS: Esta montagem quem fez foi a Rita das juniores =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29888516-115080040735669554?l=illsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/feeds/115080040735669554/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29888516&amp;postID=115080040735669554' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/115080040735669554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/115080040735669554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/2006/06/hoje-vou-falar-duma-das-coisas-boas.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356837438119144282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29888516.post-115063919434925964</id><published>2006-06-18T14:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T14:24:37.906+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Just to start...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3107/3195/1600/P3230017.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3107/3195/320/P3230017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bem esta sou eu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Para primeiro post no meu blog decidi falar um pouco de mim, embora não saiba muito bem aquilo que vou dizer... =S LOOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Vou tentar...Então é assim sou morena (pelo que podem ver na foto), tenho 16 anitos quase 17, n sou alta (nada a ver...=P), bem magra tb n sou mas tb n sou gorda LOOOL (se eu disse-se que era gorda havia alguém que me matava). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Quanto à cabeçinha sou frontal, amiga dos amigos, demasiado conversadora =P, um bocadinho de nada orgulhosa, epah simpática, descontraida, divertida, sempre pronta pa ramboia =P...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Agora gostos... Detesto mesmo: arroz doce, favas, feijao, grão, cozido a portuguesa, entre outras coisas... (já sabem não me podem dar disto lol) Adoro: como qualquer rapariga adoro chocolate looool, ouvir musica, ver tv, fazer desporto (BASKET), etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Gostos musicais... XUTOS!!!! TARA PERDIDA!!!! Simple Plan, epah e outras bandas tugas e estrangeiras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Para terminar não me posso esquecer da coisa mais importante para voces me conhecerem mais ou menos...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tenho o melhor namorado do mundo todo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;!!!!=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;D=D=D=D=D=D=D=D=D=D=D=D=D=D=D=D=D=D=D=D=D=D=D=D&lt;/span&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/29888516-115063919434925964?l=illsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/feeds/115063919434925964/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29888516&amp;postID=115063919434925964' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/115063919434925964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29888516/posts/default/115063919434925964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illsee.blogspot.com/2006/06/just-to-start.html' title='Just to start...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356837438119144282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
