<?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-3464874712638783190</id><updated>2012-02-05T08:42:10.423Z</updated><category term='Desejar'/><category term='Revelar'/><category term='Pensar'/><category term='Ouvi por aí'/><category term='Nem sei que lhe chamar'/><category term='Sentir'/><category term='Descobrir'/><category term='De outros'/><category term='Vê-se na natureza'/><category term='Imaginar'/><title type='text'>Mil e uma horas</title><subtitle type='html'>O amor, aquele que é genuino e que se baseia em querer bem ao outro, ocupa-nos a vida toda...quer já tenha chegado, partido ou seja uma semente! Trata-se de um assunto para, pelo menos, mil e uma horas...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>169</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-5369203742785511277</id><published>2011-06-28T15:09:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T15:11:42.055+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imaginar'/><title type='text'>E ao tocar na tua pele toco em ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tintapermanente.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/v1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://tintapermanente.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/v1.jpg" style="float: left; height: 360px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0px; width: 480px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="29" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kvSYajYByPY?rel=0" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na tua pele&lt;br /&gt;moram as palavras dos meus poemas&lt;br /&gt;dançam os alfabetos do abraço&lt;br /&gt;Na tua pele&lt;br /&gt;uma porta para outro mundo neste&lt;br /&gt;os segredos do mar, a infinitude dos horizontes&lt;br /&gt;Na tua pele &lt;br /&gt;a vida em relevos e planícies&lt;br /&gt;os medos, as belezas que a boca cala e não diz&lt;br /&gt;Na tua pele&lt;br /&gt;solfejos de valsa, pauta de alegrias&lt;br /&gt;marchas, sonetos e fantasia&lt;br /&gt;Na tua pele&lt;br /&gt;a fronha suave do sono e o calor da vida&lt;br /&gt;a presença e prova desenhada de que estas aqui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Violin concerto G major - opus 8 - rondeau de Joseph Boulogne&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-5369203742785511277?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/5369203742785511277/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=5369203742785511277' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/5369203742785511277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/5369203742785511277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2011/06/e-ao-tocar-na-tua-pele-toco-em-ti.html' title='E ao tocar na tua pele toco em ti'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/kvSYajYByPY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-5829612789409461629</id><published>2010-11-11T20:54:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-11-11T20:55:11.958Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desejar'/><title type='text'>Desejo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wthhY0UUGI8/THrtDJpSbGI/AAAAAAAAAwY/y_kD34L1LSU/s1600/hydrtyr.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="184" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wthhY0UUGI8/THrtDJpSbGI/AAAAAAAAAwY/y_kD34L1LSU/s200/hydrtyr.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;que me desejes o quanto te desejo&lt;br /&gt;que compreendas o quanto te compreendo&lt;br /&gt;que me saibas o quanto te sei&lt;br /&gt;que acredites o quanto acredito&lt;br /&gt;e que me abraces&amp;nbsp;na forma dum beijo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-5829612789409461629?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/5829612789409461629/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=5829612789409461629' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/5829612789409461629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/5829612789409461629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2010/11/desejo.html' title='Desejo'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wthhY0UUGI8/THrtDJpSbGI/AAAAAAAAAwY/y_kD34L1LSU/s72-c/hydrtyr.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-8723831778257761665</id><published>2010-11-10T00:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-10T00:51:57.745Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desejar'/><title type='text'>Shhhhhhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c0r3XbQLC_w/TNnqQneyCMI/AAAAAAAABnw/YBEB2Xdzyjg/s1600/pppp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c0r3XbQLC_w/TNnqQneyCMI/AAAAAAAABnw/YBEB2Xdzyjg/s320/pppp.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Destapo-te o ombro quente&lt;br /&gt;Beijo-te a pele como quem a cheira&lt;br /&gt;Sem pressa deslizo as mãos e os dedos&lt;br /&gt;Em todas as curvas e encurvo todas as linhas&lt;br /&gt;Pouso-me em ti só por pousar&lt;br /&gt;Prendo-te entre mim e a gravidade&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser o teu horizonte e o teu céu&lt;br /&gt;Sentires-me à tua volta, prender-te assim...&lt;br /&gt;Sentindo que também queres chegar a mim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-8723831778257761665?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/8723831778257761665/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=8723831778257761665' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/8723831778257761665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/8723831778257761665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2010/11/shhhhhhh.html' title='Shhhhhhh'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c0r3XbQLC_w/TNnqQneyCMI/AAAAAAAABnw/YBEB2Xdzyjg/s72-c/pppp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-2164806150740420290</id><published>2010-09-16T00:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T00:11:04.909+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nem sei que lhe chamar'/><title type='text'>Um dia, uma noite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-gxmTWoLPA8/SBWrtoxBROI/AAAAAAAACKo/9ql28X7rPZk/s1600/IMGP6200.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="113" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-gxmTWoLPA8/SBWrtoxBROI/AAAAAAAACKo/9ql28X7rPZk/s200/IMGP6200.JPG" width="166" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c0r3XbQLC_w/TIbjC7UnURI/AAAAAAAABTo/mX-d5AR6Jd0/s1600/mulhercada.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c0r3XbQLC_w/TIbjC7UnURI/AAAAAAAABTo/mX-d5AR6Jd0/s200/mulhercada.bmp" width="166" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;Nasceu um dia maior que um ano!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Andou no seu amor como quem corre num roseiral...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;alegre, bonito, imortal...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Veio a noite e quanto tempo durará?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sentou-se, ainda sente em si tão vivos...&lt;br /&gt;o ardor, o sarar, os picos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-2164806150740420290?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/2164806150740420290/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=2164806150740420290' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/2164806150740420290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/2164806150740420290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2010/09/um-dia-uma-noite.html' title='Um dia, uma noite'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-gxmTWoLPA8/SBWrtoxBROI/AAAAAAAACKo/9ql28X7rPZk/s72-c/IMGP6200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-2222511024913680846</id><published>2010-09-06T20:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T20:11:43.403+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imaginar'/><title type='text'>Enlevos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c0r3XbQLC_w/TIUDrqQPvvI/AAAAAAAABRw/MxYnOE7PcQU/s1600/8430_1048522351038_1765095374_96127_7823097_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c0r3XbQLC_w/TIUDrqQPvvI/AAAAAAAABRw/MxYnOE7PcQU/s400/8430_1048522351038_1765095374_96127_7823097_n.jpg" width="268" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Nascem-me flores nas mãos, como se fosse natural.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Espirais iluminam as curvas do meu corpo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Nos braços movimentos diagonais, no tronco inclinação.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Os reflexos posturais são sincronizados, o meu olhar no teu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Sem necessidade a necessidade nasce, como se fosse natural.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;As pernas movem-se, são mais dois braços no corpo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Não existe Norte, nem Sul, flutuamos no céu sem chão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Uma chuva de estrelas cadentes passeia-se entre nós.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;O imortal afirma-se sem fim e parece-nos, simplesmente, natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;A alma sem pedir licença apodera-se do corpo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Sem notas, sem acordes, a mil vozes compõe uma canção.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Os nossos gestos sorriem, seduzem-te e enternecem-me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Fecho os olhos e estamos no sonhar acordados, é natural...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Com luzes de não sei donde brilha o espaço e o nosso corpo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;No suspiro o acalmar do vento, &amp;nbsp;na tua pele ainda a ligação.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Não quero dar-lhe hora, tempo, defini-lo...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;é &amp;nbsp;natural, é um&amp;nbsp;momento, é um refrão!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-2222511024913680846?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/2222511024913680846/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=2222511024913680846' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/2222511024913680846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/2222511024913680846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2010/09/enlevos.html' title='Enlevos'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c0r3XbQLC_w/TIUDrqQPvvI/AAAAAAAABRw/MxYnOE7PcQU/s72-c/8430_1048522351038_1765095374_96127_7823097_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-5591461965008839458</id><published>2010-09-01T23:57:00.026+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T23:58:00.285+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensar'/><title type='text'>Ser criança é ser amar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c0r3XbQLC_w/TH1VXIs6CfI/AAAAAAAABPI/rv_VNQUCYT0/s1600/I_am_four_by_meppol_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c0r3XbQLC_w/TH1VXIs6CfI/AAAAAAAABPI/rv_VNQUCYT0/s320/I_am_four_by_meppol_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;É&amp;nbsp;deixa escorrer o outro no coração como um bálsamo e abrir todas as portas do seu ser…&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;É confiar, aceitar ser vulnerável e, sem saber do tempo ou do momento, guiar-se pelo sentimento...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;É saber que estão do mesmo lado nas horas difíceis.&lt;br /&gt;É enfrentar os demónios de cada um a dois e&amp;nbsp;saber que nessas horas um simples abraço vai ajudar.&lt;br /&gt;É apoiar sem ser um peso, ouvir sem estar a dormir, mesmo quando o outro não está a falar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É tentar perceber, sem dramas, que quando se grita se está a chorar.&lt;br /&gt;É ouvir, sem nunca acreditar que o fazem para magoar, e esperar que percebam que só quer ajudar.&lt;br /&gt;É dar a &amp;nbsp;mão e esperar sempre que o outro a apanhe...&lt;br /&gt;É ter a coragem de aceitar que terá sempre que crescer.&lt;br /&gt;É não aguentar um amuo muito tempo, nem deixar o silêncio durar.&lt;br /&gt;É aproveitar tudo, é ter vontade de ser e de estar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;É não deixar que a relação seja pobre, pois para si não o é.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;É&amp;nbsp;saber rir-se dos defeitos que não importam e&amp;nbsp;aproveitar o tempo, aproveitar bem o tempo, não o matar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É ainda aceitar, mais triste que magoado, que o outro se calhar não saiba&amp;nbsp;o&amp;nbsp;sublime e lindo que é ser criança quando se trata de amar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-5591461965008839458?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/5591461965008839458/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=5591461965008839458' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/5591461965008839458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/5591461965008839458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2010/09/ser-crianca-e-ser-amar.html' title='Ser criança é ser amar'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c0r3XbQLC_w/TH1VXIs6CfI/AAAAAAAABPI/rv_VNQUCYT0/s72-c/I_am_four_by_meppol_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-2833421476450582135</id><published>2010-08-26T17:46:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T18:02:20.597+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desejar'/><title type='text'>Trá lá lá</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/download/53321027/hug_by_DecorusAgon.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="320" src="http://www.deviantart.com/download/53321027/hug_by_DecorusAgon.jpg" style="display: block; height: 231px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 216px;" width="299" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;class="apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;A tua mão, a toda a velocidade, pára a milimetros do meu braço.&lt;/class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Um impeto não controlado, um controle não desejado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Depois é afinal todo o teu braço que me apanha as costas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Num gesto muito menos travado, conscientemente levado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Apertas-me como se quisesses que soubesse de ti, sem teres de dizer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E eu sei, correm-me palavras em cascata nos pensamentos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Desordenadas.... e uma ou outra consigo travar antes de fugirem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Atropeladas pelas que se encadeam, sem parar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E ouço-te, ouço-me... sinto o que o abraço nos faz abraçar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Demoramos hipnotisados nesse momento em silêncio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Em que o corpo se esquece sem se deixar de fazer lembrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E surge-me uma vontade, gritante, de nos cantar, de te beijar.&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/3464874712638783190-2833421476450582135?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/2833421476450582135/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=2833421476450582135' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/2833421476450582135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/2833421476450582135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2010/08/tra-la-la.html' title='Trá lá lá'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-8607368343480088219</id><published>2010-08-19T23:57:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T00:09:10.474+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imaginar'/><title type='text'>Agri-doce</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/TG25pEpSmpI/AAAAAAAAATE/rh4YzbHi2Bs/s1600/927404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/TG25pEpSmpI/AAAAAAAAATE/rh4YzbHi2Bs/s320/927404.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507262034616687250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Junta a tua tristeza à minha.&lt;/div&gt;Vamos solta-las com uma gargalhada.&lt;br /&gt;E no meio dos nossos abraços vê-las partirem.&lt;br /&gt;Fiquemos os dois, largando o aperto do coração,&lt;br /&gt;Deixando o sentimento ir junto com a ilusão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem, junta a tua tristeza à minha,&lt;br /&gt;E vamos desenha-las com a pluma da recordação&lt;br /&gt;Em traços a sépia, espirais até chegar ao fim.&lt;br /&gt;E sem a matar, porque não se pode,&lt;br /&gt;queimar a folha e guarda-la em esboço na memória.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junta a tua tristeza à minha,&lt;br /&gt;Juntemos as lágrimas, as perguntas sem resposta.&lt;br /&gt;E deixemos voar pelo ar a fantasia duma vida,&lt;br /&gt;Que devagar se escoa num passado por nós abençoado.&lt;br /&gt;E no presente resgatá-la, de mansinho, para nós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem, junta a tua tristeza à minha,&lt;br /&gt;Não to vou pedir, vou implorar: aceitemos o passado,&lt;br /&gt;O meu, o teu... cada um lindo e triste.&lt;br /&gt;Porque me tocaste, eu toquei-te, eu percebi, tu percebeste&lt;br /&gt;Que nos aconteceu querer, de mãos dadas,  reaprender a voar.&lt;div&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/3464874712638783190-8607368343480088219?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/8607368343480088219/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=8607368343480088219' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/8607368343480088219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/8607368343480088219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2010/08/agri-doce.html' title='Agri-doce'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/TG25pEpSmpI/AAAAAAAAATE/rh4YzbHi2Bs/s72-c/927404.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-8616023611017328840</id><published>2010-08-01T02:06:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T12:41:36.568+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imaginar'/><title type='text'>Acção!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.animaatjes.nl/plaatjes/f/film/film-clapboard-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 267px;" src="http://www.animaatjes.nl/plaatjes/f/film/film-clapboard-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Desassossega-me os dias que trago comigo&lt;/div&gt;com uma palavra fora do teu registo,&lt;br /&gt;numa troca de olhares pretensamente fugitiva,&lt;br /&gt;uma mão que só eu vejo estender-se no meio da multidão.&lt;br /&gt;Desenquieta-me o coração que anseia respirar&lt;br /&gt;com uma dedicatória disfarçadamente leve,&lt;br /&gt;num momento aparentemente superficial,&lt;br /&gt;um sorriso que só eu consiga adivinhar.&lt;br /&gt;Como se se tratasse de um poderoso segredo só nosso,&lt;div&gt;num complot do qual só nós conhecemos os meandros,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;uma aventura registada sem pelicula na câmara!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-8616023611017328840?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/8616023611017328840/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=8616023611017328840' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/8616023611017328840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/8616023611017328840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2010/08/accao.html' title='Acção!'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-789302304372912757</id><published>2010-07-31T01:57:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T02:19:08.506+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Revelar'/><title type='text'>Num hoje</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/212/510677320_764bc12800.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 219px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/212/510677320_764bc12800.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;O mundo esmerou-se e ficou lindo como nunca o vi&lt;/div&gt;Juntaram-se os barcos no horizonte, alinharam-se&lt;br /&gt;Como numa festa que se prepara, quando se retorna às origens&lt;br /&gt;O céu ficou rosa e foi-se desbotando num sorriso dissimulado,&lt;br /&gt;O mar pacífico quis ser cinzento, discreto&lt;br /&gt;No ar uma brisa ténue, nos ouvidos o som das ondas&lt;br /&gt;No meu peito os acordes com que me amanheceste&lt;br /&gt;Na minha alma o espanto, a calma, a vida,...a festa?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-789302304372912757?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/789302304372912757/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=789302304372912757' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/789302304372912757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/789302304372912757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2010/07/num-hoje.html' title='Num hoje'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-1852248596025549313</id><published>2010-07-29T11:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T11:37:45.860+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nem sei que lhe chamar'/><title type='text'>Nasceu, morreu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/TE6xKdGmJHI/AAAAAAAAAR0/MmQ2Srd1gEo/s1600/1578325926_d91839caf4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/TE6xKdGmJHI/AAAAAAAAAR0/MmQ2Srd1gEo/s320/1578325926_d91839caf4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498526988235056242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nasceu um sonho, uma esperança.&lt;div&gt;Juntou-se a matéria num movimento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abriram-se caminhos, fizeram-se canções.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E na embriaguez da vitória ideal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Viveram-se dias felizes, ensoleirados,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Até aparecerem as nuvens, inescapáveis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surgiram sombras e necessidades.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dentro das multidões muitos já tinham perdido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A guerra, sem a saber, que nunca começou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas, sem vencedores nem vencidos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Morreu, levando com ela o fim da quimera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E sem braços estendidos, apenas olhos marejados,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Passou a ser a história que não se fala,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas que ninguém esqueceu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-1852248596025549313?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/1852248596025549313/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=1852248596025549313' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/1852248596025549313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/1852248596025549313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2010/07/nasceu-morreu.html' title='Nasceu, morreu'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/TE6xKdGmJHI/AAAAAAAAAR0/MmQ2Srd1gEo/s72-c/1578325926_d91839caf4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-7015180656087879383</id><published>2010-07-29T11:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T11:45:52.458+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sentir'/><title type='text'>Sob o céu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/TFFbzQ7PkPI/AAAAAAAAASU/4kz0-RxdKIU/s1600/balancoire4587em0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/TFFbzQ7PkPI/AAAAAAAAASU/4kz0-RxdKIU/s320/balancoire4587em0.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499277556270993650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sinto no braço as tuas carícias quando sozinha escrevo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E sinto que fazes os raios de luar virarem-se para mim quando me perco,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sei que falas ao sol para me acordar quando fico entorpecida,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sei que me sussurras por trás da orelha e me afagas o cabelo de noite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sinto na luz da manhã o teu bom dia querida e a tua presença discreta&lt;br /&gt;E sinto falta de te poder dizer sem parar que me sinto vaidosa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De me considerares assim e reconhecida de me reconheceres.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-7015180656087879383?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/7015180656087879383/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=7015180656087879383' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/7015180656087879383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/7015180656087879383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2010/07/sob-o-ceu.html' title='Sob o céu'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/TFFbzQ7PkPI/AAAAAAAAASU/4kz0-RxdKIU/s72-c/balancoire4587em0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-2610058091882978886</id><published>2010-07-29T11:26:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T02:07:13.699+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensar'/><title type='text'>O tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wthhY0UUGI8/TFFWrePQR3I/AAAAAAAAAuk/L9CM8FALcRE/s1600/time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wthhY0UUGI8/TFFWrePQR3I/AAAAAAAAAuk/L9CM8FALcRE/s320/time.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499271924847495026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;que como um calendário perpétuo se repete, só se libertará quando perceberes que não se reduz a números e cálculos e que não pode ser quantificado!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-2610058091882978886?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/2610058091882978886/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=2610058091882978886' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/2610058091882978886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/2610058091882978886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2010/07/o-tempo.html' title='O tempo'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wthhY0UUGI8/TFFWrePQR3I/AAAAAAAAAuk/L9CM8FALcRE/s72-c/time.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-7407814792134541075</id><published>2010-07-15T01:26:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T01:38:44.811+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sentir'/><title type='text'>Gravemente ou levemente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://new.math.uiuc.edu/MA198-2008/mmlsna2/balloon.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 217px; height: 291px;" src="http://new.math.uiuc.edu/MA198-2008/mmlsna2/balloon.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;estou em gravidade zero, sem solo, sem tecto!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-7407814792134541075?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/7407814792134541075/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=7407814792134541075' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/7407814792134541075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/7407814792134541075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2008/07/gravemente.html' title='Gravemente ou levemente'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-2646201011491753832</id><published>2010-07-15T01:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T01:39:31.443+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sentir'/><title type='text'>Sinto muito!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qrFiBot-gE/SXj7msyxe1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/hT2b6XiGgqc/s320/sorry_we_are_closed_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qrFiBot-gE/SXj7msyxe1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/hT2b6XiGgqc/s320/sorry_we_are_closed_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Não penso, sinto... Sinto e falo e fico "nua" à tua frente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não sei o que pensar, mas sei o que sinto... e sinto muito!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-2646201011491753832?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/2646201011491753832/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=2646201011491753832' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/2646201011491753832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/2646201011491753832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2010/07/sinto-muito.html' title='Sinto muito!'/><author><name>etc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6wZtoinqr0/SSWqMeLn4_I/AAAAAAAAAA4/zjJD6oKbGGI/S220/000276189ib.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6qrFiBot-gE/SXj7msyxe1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/hT2b6XiGgqc/s72-c/sorry_we_are_closed_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-1584058661049016851</id><published>2010-07-15T01:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T01:39:43.115+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desejar'/><title type='text'>Só se</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/TD5XdyceuQI/AAAAAAAAARs/b6G8-TTce-Q/s1600/ANDREI+ZADORINE+-+THE+OPEN+DOOR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/TD5XdyceuQI/AAAAAAAAARs/b6G8-TTce-Q/s320/ANDREI+ZADORINE+-+THE+OPEN+DOOR.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493924764707633410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abre as portas do sonho, meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-as inundar de imagens as minhas paredes&lt;br /&gt;Encher de luz as minhas sombras preciosas&lt;br /&gt;Mas só as abras se quiseres que as minhas imagens&lt;br /&gt;Inundem as tuas paredes e iluminem as tuas sombras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-1584058661049016851?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/1584058661049016851/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=1584058661049016851' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/1584058661049016851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/1584058661049016851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2010/07/so-se.html' title='Só se'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/TD5XdyceuQI/AAAAAAAAARs/b6G8-TTce-Q/s72-c/ANDREI+ZADORINE+-+THE+OPEN+DOOR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-6818152184827320288</id><published>2010-07-15T01:10:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T03:05:11.260+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sentir'/><title type='text'>Tu és todas as estações</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/TD5XDKQDSnI/AAAAAAAAARk/LvDz0Xmyi8Q/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/TD5XDKQDSnI/AAAAAAAAARk/LvDz0Xmyi8Q/s320/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493924307241486962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trazes em ti a plenitude dos dias Verão&lt;br /&gt;No calor dos abraços, na luz do teu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;No luar dos teus olhos que me fascinam&lt;br /&gt;Trazes em ti as tardes de Outono&lt;br /&gt;Na beleza dos teus sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;Na calma das tuas atitudes&lt;br /&gt;Trazes em ti as noites de Inverno&lt;br /&gt;No aconchego de conversas únicas&lt;br /&gt;No refúgio tão apetecido que é a tua alma&lt;br /&gt;Trazes em ti as manhãs de Primavera&lt;br /&gt;No nascer de esperanças, dia após dia,&lt;br /&gt;Na leveza de sonhos por realizar&lt;br /&gt;Trazes contigo todas as estações que consegues materializar&lt;br /&gt;sem obeceder a uma ordem ou duração predefinidas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-6818152184827320288?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/6818152184827320288/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=6818152184827320288' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/6818152184827320288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/6818152184827320288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2010/07/tu-es-todas-as-estacoes.html' title='Tu és todas as estações'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/TD5XDKQDSnI/AAAAAAAAARk/LvDz0Xmyi8Q/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-7430762660063354523</id><published>2009-03-19T15:55:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-03-20T16:16:39.117Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ouvi por aí'/><title type='text'>Não esquecer,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6wZtoinqr0/ScPBNuE0uAI/AAAAAAAAAWY/J2U4-O_Sgu8/s1600-h/cole_under_breath_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315304426678040578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6wZtoinqr0/ScPBNuE0uAI/AAAAAAAAAWY/J2U4-O_Sgu8/s320/cole_under_breath_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6wZtoinqr0/ScJsxvYbJ1I/AAAAAAAAAWI/6U_K9FcjDx4/s1600-h/cole_under_breath_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mas ainda assim acreditar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-7430762660063354523?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/7430762660063354523/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=7430762660063354523' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/7430762660063354523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/7430762660063354523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2009/03/pois-e.html' title='Não esquecer,'/><author><name>etc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6wZtoinqr0/SSWqMeLn4_I/AAAAAAAAAA4/zjJD6oKbGGI/S220/000276189ib.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6wZtoinqr0/ScPBNuE0uAI/AAAAAAAAAWY/J2U4-O_Sgu8/s72-c/cole_under_breath_4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-4180416815821126846</id><published>2009-02-19T22:48:00.007Z</published><updated>2010-07-15T01:08:34.513+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Descobrir'/><title type='text'>É</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/TD5RedexXdI/AAAAAAAAARE/TYvk5YRwtuU/s1600/amizade.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/TD5RedexXdI/AAAAAAAAARE/TYvk5YRwtuU/s320/amizade.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493918179190201810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;as minhas mãos só fazem sentido quando seguram as tuas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quando, num impulso, te acariciam o cabelo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e te redesenham as curvas do pescoço&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;o meu olhar só faz sentido quando te adivinha a silhueta,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quando numa atracção com o teu nos fazem encostar as almas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a minha vida só faz sentido abraçada à tua,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quando num acordar te toco, quando num anoitecer te encontro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-4180416815821126846?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/4180416815821126846/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=4180416815821126846' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/4180416815821126846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/4180416815821126846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2009/02/afinal.html' title='É'/><author><name>etc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6wZtoinqr0/SSWqMeLn4_I/AAAAAAAAAA4/zjJD6oKbGGI/S220/000276189ib.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/TD5RedexXdI/AAAAAAAAARE/TYvk5YRwtuU/s72-c/amizade.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-6267763129842220069</id><published>2009-02-03T20:02:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-02-03T20:15:35.935Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desejar'/><title type='text'>Sonha comigo amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cgfa.sunsite.dk/bouguereau/bouguereau26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 399px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://cgfa.sunsite.dk/bouguereau/bouguereau26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;com os meus braços que te acolhem, as minhas mãos que te acarinham, o meu corpo que te afaga, o meu olhar que te acalma, a minha voz que te canta, o meu perfume que te inebria, o meu coração que te ama, a minha alma que te quer, os meus pensamentos que são só luz por serem teus, a minha pele que respira a tua, os meus cabelos que te acariciam, o meu ar que tu respiras, os meus suspiros que tu libertas, os meus desejos que tu acordas, as minhas forças que tu triplicas, os meus medos que tu desbotas, as minhas fraquezas que tu aceitas, a minha alegria que tu tatuas, a minha vida que tu, se quiseres, podes encher.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-6267763129842220069?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/6267763129842220069/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=6267763129842220069' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/6267763129842220069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/6267763129842220069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2009/02/sonha-comigo-amor.html' title='Sonha comigo amor...'/><author><name>etc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6wZtoinqr0/SSWqMeLn4_I/AAAAAAAAAA4/zjJD6oKbGGI/S220/000276189ib.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-2396169859701786206</id><published>2009-01-18T19:23:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-01-18T23:42:17.839Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='De outros'/><title type='text'>Estrelas e sol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6wZtoinqr0/SXOEmHEdA8I/AAAAAAAAANA/b89TurACZpY/s1600-h/untitled66.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292719777358087106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6wZtoinqr0/SXOEmHEdA8I/AAAAAAAAANA/b89TurACZpY/s320/untitled66.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Et les verres étaient vides&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;et la bouteille brisée&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Et le lit était grand ouvert&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;et la porte fermée&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Et toutes les étoiles de verre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;du bonheur et de la beauté&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;resplendissaient dans la poussiére&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de la chambre mal balayée&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Et j'étais ivre de mort&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;et j'étais fou de joie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;et toi ivre vivante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;toute nue dans mes bras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jacques Prévert - Fiesta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-2396169859701786206?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/2396169859701786206/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=2396169859701786206' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/2396169859701786206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/2396169859701786206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2009/01/estrelas-e-sol.html' title='Estrelas e sol'/><author><name>etc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6wZtoinqr0/SSWqMeLn4_I/AAAAAAAAAA4/zjJD6oKbGGI/S220/000276189ib.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6wZtoinqr0/SXOEmHEdA8I/AAAAAAAAANA/b89TurACZpY/s72-c/untitled66.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-1345845655386859629</id><published>2009-01-18T15:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-18T15:01:04.145Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sentir'/><title type='text'>4 e 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.olhares.com/data/big/86/864530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 367px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.olhares.com/data/big/86/864530.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Porque a nossa relação emociona-me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E sei tão bem dizer amo-te e como te abraçar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas onde estás não há voz, nem corpo, nem tempo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só sentimentos... sentes-me ao teu lado?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-1345845655386859629?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/1345845655386859629/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=1345845655386859629' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/1345845655386859629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/1345845655386859629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2009/01/4-e-4.html' title='4 e 4'/><author><name>etc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6wZtoinqr0/SSWqMeLn4_I/AAAAAAAAAA4/zjJD6oKbGGI/S220/000276189ib.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-4795510196506266106</id><published>2009-01-17T11:31:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-01-17T11:39:26.119Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Revelar'/><title type='text'>Sei que sabes,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;mas sinto falta de to poder dizer:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6wZtoinqr0/SXHBFF3C2wI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XYHT7aSkkhM/s1600-h/1331301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292223330353601282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 351px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6wZtoinqr0/SXHBFF3C2wI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XYHT7aSkkhM/s320/1331301.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.olhares.com/data/big/100/1007887.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 351px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 390px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.olhares.com/data/big/100/1007887.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Os pequenos gestos, os silêncios, os desabafos que fizemos... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fizeram com que o nosso abraço ultrapassasse a morte!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-4795510196506266106?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/4795510196506266106/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=4795510196506266106' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/4795510196506266106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/4795510196506266106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2009/01/sei-que-sabes.html' title='Sei que sabes,'/><author><name>etc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6wZtoinqr0/SSWqMeLn4_I/AAAAAAAAAA4/zjJD6oKbGGI/S220/000276189ib.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6wZtoinqr0/SXHBFF3C2wI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XYHT7aSkkhM/s72-c/1331301.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-5991256676437186060</id><published>2009-01-12T15:02:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-12T15:49:14.761Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nem sei que lhe chamar'/><title type='text'>Porque me preocupo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.olhares.com/data/big/96/961971.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No tecido da razão com que cobres a tua realidade,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feito de fios nobres e convicções marcadas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Notam-se ténues manchas de toda a alma...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que não se pode matar, nem ignorar e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que abafa e se entristece, trazendo melancolia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sob a forma de negras que se eternizam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 10px 0px 0px 10px; WIDTH: 339px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://apphotnum.free.fr/images/cartier-bresson01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E lamento ver-te assim, envolvido nesse tecido,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bom, resistente, mas tão engomado e manchado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque não o deixaste amarrotar, porque não o lavaste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque não o usaste, amaciaste e deixaste rasgar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque o mantens feito relíquia? Porque o deixaste endurecer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arrependes-te ou achas o custo que pagas aceitável?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E só to pergunto porque te vejo sofrer calado,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vejo como sofre resignado o teu generoso coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E porque gostava de te ver a ser "estupidamente" feliz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;A carta que não te mando porque nessa ferida que estóicamente suportas acho que não tenho o direito de mexer!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-5991256676437186060?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/5991256676437186060/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=5991256676437186060' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/5991256676437186060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/5991256676437186060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2008/11/puro-e-duro.html' title='Porque me preocupo'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-3893059912172830333</id><published>2009-01-06T22:54:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-06T22:56:20.870Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desejar'/><title type='text'>Apetece-me dizer-te</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://adeusmundocruel.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/olhar-infantil-andre-goncalves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 383px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://adeusmundocruel.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/olhar-infantil-andre-goncalves.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Apanha-me pelo cotovelo no meio da multidão.&lt;br /&gt;Sorri-me com os olhos. Afaga-me na solidão.&lt;br /&gt;Sê o amigo que me dá a mão, o amor a que não se deve dizer não.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-3893059912172830333?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/3893059912172830333/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=3893059912172830333' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/3893059912172830333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/3893059912172830333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2009/01/apetece-me-dizer-te.html' title='Apetece-me dizer-te'/><author><name>etc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6wZtoinqr0/SSWqMeLn4_I/AAAAAAAAAA4/zjJD6oKbGGI/S220/000276189ib.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-2184978540831622569</id><published>2008-12-30T18:24:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-30T18:26:07.037Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensar'/><title type='text'>Eis a questão!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apl385.com/leutasch/Arriving%20Kirchplatzl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 385px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://apl385.com/leutasch/Arriving%20Kirchplatzl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eu queria um princípio... será que vou para um fim?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-2184978540831622569?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/2184978540831622569/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=2184978540831622569' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/2184978540831622569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/2184978540831622569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2008/12/eis-questo.html' title='Eis a questão!'/><author><name>etc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6wZtoinqr0/SSWqMeLn4_I/AAAAAAAAAA4/zjJD6oKbGGI/S220/000276189ib.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-4561119817769397257</id><published>2008-12-28T03:06:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-12-28T03:14:15.637Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nem sei que lhe chamar'/><title type='text'>Um momento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://misc.com.sapo.pt/Suffering_Angele.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 357px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://misc.com.sapo.pt/Suffering_Angele.gif" width="358" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Num vómito rasgado de alma, num gemido rouco de uma dor desconhecida, a minha solidão esmagou-me... Entre soluços do corpo e lágrimas de pranto impossíveis de controlar, perdida no sofrimento de um sentimento de abandono, descubro a ferida que me habita e que não trato. Agora não a posso ignorar, agora sangra até ao tutano, agora alastra-se como a sombra ao cair da noite... e dói...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-4561119817769397257?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/4561119817769397257/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=4561119817769397257' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/4561119817769397257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/4561119817769397257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2008/12/um-momento.html' title='Um momento'/><author><name>etc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6wZtoinqr0/SSWqMeLn4_I/AAAAAAAAAA4/zjJD6oKbGGI/S220/000276189ib.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-5904274110940750896</id><published>2008-12-27T20:44:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-27T20:45:47.135Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensar'/><title type='text'>De caneta na mão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.prof2000.pt/users/jacarelas/img/diario.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 384px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.prof2000.pt/users/jacarelas/img/diario.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O passado há-de fazer sempre parte de nós, mas não nos deve impedir de encher com alma as páginas que se encontram virgens porque elas também serão o nosso passado!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-5904274110940750896?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/5904274110940750896/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=5904274110940750896' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/5904274110940750896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/5904274110940750896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2008/12/de-caneta-na-mo.html' title='De caneta na mão'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-5292038312123869251</id><published>2008-12-27T19:26:00.008Z</published><updated>2008-12-27T19:31:24.675Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Descobrir'/><title type='text'>No ciclo natural</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/155/335880883_f6c85edf01.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 383px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="337" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/155/335880883_f6c85edf01.jpg?v=0" width="457" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Revi-me na silhueta da àrvore despida, neste dia de chuva cinza claro, com grandes raízes e cheia de promessas de verde que secretamente prepara enquanta aguarda pela Primavera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-5292038312123869251?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/5292038312123869251/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=5292038312123869251' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/5292038312123869251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/5292038312123869251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-ciclo-natural.html' title='No ciclo natural'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-4197345360669859204</id><published>2008-12-21T18:22:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-21T18:51:16.008Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desejar'/><title type='text'>Votos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.allthingschristmas.com/backgroundimages/christmas-downloads-d1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 385px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.allthingschristmas.com/backgroundimages/christmas-downloads-d1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; de um Natal com a segurança necessária &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;para poderes estar vulnerável.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-4197345360669859204?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/4197345360669859204/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=4197345360669859204' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/4197345360669859204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/4197345360669859204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2008/12/votos.html' title='Votos'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-6186246903339294014</id><published>2008-12-05T10:36:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-22T00:18:47.644Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sentir'/><title type='text'>Clareira</title><content type='html'>Leva-me para um ângulo escondido&lt;br /&gt;Não me fales, pega só na minha mão&lt;br /&gt;Não me olhes, dá-me só o teu ombro&lt;br /&gt;Tira-me do hoje, do aqui e do agora&lt;br /&gt;Não me peças, como se o meu silêncio fosse um grito&lt;br /&gt;Não me entretenhas, como &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;se&lt;/span&gt; a minha letargia fosse um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;refúgio&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Adormece-me e deixa-me acordar diferente&lt;br /&gt;Não me pressiones, fica só ao alcance de um olhar&lt;br /&gt;Não me dês a tua força que eu encontro a minha&lt;br /&gt;Embala-me sem pressa que eu sei que hei-de voltar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 6px 0px 0px 10px; WIDTH: 406px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d79/arrozal/miafriedrich-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-6186246903339294014?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/6186246903339294014/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=6186246903339294014' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/6186246903339294014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/6186246903339294014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2008/12/clareira.html' title='Clareira'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-3880576489563051457</id><published>2008-11-29T17:34:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-29T17:38:26.656Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nem sei que lhe chamar'/><title type='text'>AMOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mandarinablog.com/media/Il%20faut%20se%20mefier%20des%20mots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 461px; height: 346px;" src="http://www.mandarinablog.com/media/Il%20faut%20se%20mefier%20des%20mots.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;De que adianta escrever um rio de palavras, desbravar alfabetos, inventar sinónimos se o que sinto nunca se completa em descrição, mas resume-se, grosseiramente, a uma palavra?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-3880576489563051457?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/3880576489563051457/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=3880576489563051457' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/3880576489563051457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/3880576489563051457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2008/11/amor.html' title='AMOR'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-6011711226655041044</id><published>2008-11-27T16:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-27T16:44:22.662Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensar'/><title type='text'>Entre acordada e a sonhar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/desideratof/R4iSi5H4SFI/AAAAAAAAAKM/XTXJu5dVE6Y/A+rip+of+light+on+the+sea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/desideratof/R4iSi5H4SFI/AAAAAAAAAKM/XTXJu5dVE6Y/A+rip+of+light+on+the+sea.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Se nem só a noite ou o dia são belos, porque queremos tudo bem definido a preto ou branco? Em sim ou não?&lt;br /&gt;Há uma beleza especial nos momentos de transição, na madrugada e no crepúsculo, no meio-termo, no cinzento, no talvez... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-6011711226655041044?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/6011711226655041044/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=6011711226655041044' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/6011711226655041044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/6011711226655041044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2008/11/meia-acordada-meia-sonhar.html' title='Entre acordada e a sonhar!'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/desideratof/R4iSi5H4SFI/AAAAAAAAAKM/XTXJu5dVE6Y/s72-c/A+rip+of+light+on+the+sea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-7001937919817556988</id><published>2008-11-26T23:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-26T11:10:00.798Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Revelar'/><title type='text'>Um dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/SS0uEt8j5vI/AAAAAAAAAQM/9ss5abNLu1I/s1600-h/New%2520Image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272921397308679922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/SS0uEt8j5vI/AAAAAAAAAQM/9ss5abNLu1I/s320/New%2520Image.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;As minhas manhãs acordam quando te espreguiças.&lt;br /&gt;Quando saio sei que vou voltar a reencontrar-te ao entardecer&lt;br /&gt;E as horas andam sussurradas em contagem decrescente,&lt;br /&gt;E os minutos livres soltam pensamentos que me fazem suspirar.&lt;br /&gt;Regresso a casa com as mãos cheias das tuas coisas preferidas&lt;br /&gt;E à noite o calor do teu corpo é a minha manta apetecida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-7001937919817556988?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/7001937919817556988/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=7001937919817556988' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/7001937919817556988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/7001937919817556988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2008/11/um-dia.html' title='Um dia'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/SS0uEt8j5vI/AAAAAAAAAQM/9ss5abNLu1I/s72-c/New%2520Image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-139115516272311346</id><published>2008-11-21T23:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-21T23:54:00.252Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desejar'/><title type='text'>Interiores</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/SSX7UgQqzCI/AAAAAAAAAQE/7fmnJTEkok0/s1600-h/Fresh%2BWaterTank.1%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270895268582837282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/SSX7UgQqzCI/AAAAAAAAAQE/7fmnJTEkok0/s320/Fresh%2BWaterTank.1%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Consegues sempre desarrumar a minha alma&lt;br /&gt;Com essa ternura tão interior que tens!&lt;br /&gt;Ficam pedaços soltos de sentimentos profundos,&lt;br /&gt;Ficam esboços de memórias de momentos perfeitos.&lt;br /&gt;E queria repeti-los, queria repeti-los…&lt;br /&gt;Todos os dias, a cada aurora, a cada ocaso.&lt;br /&gt;E queria sentir-nos assim tão naturalmente juntos,&lt;br /&gt;Todas as horas, a cada sorriso, a cada dor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-139115516272311346?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/139115516272311346/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=139115516272311346' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/139115516272311346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/139115516272311346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2008/11/interiores.html' title='Interiores'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/SSX7UgQqzCI/AAAAAAAAAQE/7fmnJTEkok0/s72-c/Fresh%2BWaterTank.1%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-7906347850820397399</id><published>2008-11-20T23:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-20T23:52:23.319Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Revelar'/><title type='text'>Dias grandes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/SSX3-Lgq9rI/AAAAAAAAAPc/t1cHwwJio6I/s1600-h/3398553.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270891586520807090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/SSX3-Lgq9rI/AAAAAAAAAPc/t1cHwwJio6I/s320/3398553.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tu moras no Verão, em ti o sol sorri e a lua descansa,&lt;br /&gt;Os dias são cheios de vida e as noites belas e inesqueciveis!&lt;br /&gt;Tu moras no Verão, meu amor! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-7906347850820397399?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/7906347850820397399/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=7906347850820397399' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/7906347850820397399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/7906347850820397399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2008/11/dias-grandes.html' title='Dias grandes'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/SSX3-Lgq9rI/AAAAAAAAAPc/t1cHwwJio6I/s72-c/3398553.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-5536723176206407310</id><published>2008-11-11T16:03:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:14:43.319Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sentir'/><title type='text'>Tu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.olhares.com/data/big/90/909583.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 447px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.olhares.com/data/big/90/909583.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;no teu castelo construído de tí, tão forte como as verdades puras, tão tocantemente belo, tão humano com o que há de seguro e bom em sê-lo, consegues com mil carinhos, mil afagos, mil botões de flor, mil raios de luz, iluminar a vida de quem acredita e se esquece, de quem ama e perde o norte, de quem sofre e sente a dor. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amo a tua fé, a tua clareza, a tua forma teimosa de viver! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E amo os teus cansaços, o teu cuidado, as tuas muralhas viradas a Norte (todas as que conheço e as que apenas adivinho)... porque são elas que te fazem florir exuberantemente a Sul e te tornam tão deslumbrante a quem te sente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-5536723176206407310?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/5536723176206407310/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=5536723176206407310' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/5536723176206407310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/5536723176206407310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2008/11/tu.html' title='Tu'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-5369321987102294173</id><published>2008-11-10T22:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-11T09:44:04.390Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Descobrir'/><title type='text'>Momentos</title><content type='html'>Num baile de mariposas,&lt;br /&gt;Desenhado pela luz do dia que nasce,&lt;br /&gt;(Sem frio, apenas calma. Sem calor, apenas bem.)&lt;br /&gt;Saboreio-te a pele com os olhos de quem acorda.&lt;br /&gt;A minha mão toca ao de leve nesses traços de luz&lt;br /&gt;Com que a madrugada desenha em contornos o teu corpo&lt;br /&gt;E que te tornam infinitamente belo…&lt;br /&gt;Neste momento, para sempre, infinitamente meu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/SRlTtnJyjmI/AAAAAAAAAPU/kWhj6z3AiWo/s1600-h/margaridadelgadocasal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/SRlTtnJyjmI/AAAAAAAAAPU/kWhj6z3AiWo/s320/margaridadelgadocasal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267333282255769186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto de Maria Delgado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-5369321987102294173?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/5369321987102294173/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=5369321987102294173' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/5369321987102294173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/5369321987102294173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2008/11/momentos.html' title='Momentos'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/SRlTtnJyjmI/AAAAAAAAAPU/kWhj6z3AiWo/s72-c/margaridadelgadocasal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-239592336142017543</id><published>2008-10-31T16:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-08T19:25:37.124Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensar'/><title type='text'>Lutar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jrcompton.com/photos/The_Birds/herons/fight-5_JR20401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.jrcompton.com/photos/The_Birds/herons/fight-5_JR20401.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; São palavras, vontades, decisões que às vezes se baralham e nós vacilamos, caimos! Mas pior do que cair é não tentar, desistir por falta de força.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-239592336142017543?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/239592336142017543/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=239592336142017543' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/239592336142017543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/239592336142017543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2008/10/lutar.html' title='Lutar'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-3203844709315638549</id><published>2008-10-08T10:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T10:43:26.209+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensar'/><title type='text'>Na borda do mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.olhares.com/data/big/221/2212617.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.olhares.com/data/big/221/2212617.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazem-me cócegas as ondas da vida,&lt;br /&gt;Ou choro ou rio.&lt;br /&gt;E sei que vão partir e hão-de voltar.&lt;br /&gt;Arrepio-me quando a àgua me envolve&lt;br /&gt;Ou choro e rio&lt;br /&gt;Porque sei que vai partir e se calhar voltar.&lt;br /&gt;Descanso a luta aos pensamentos,&lt;br /&gt;E choro e rio&lt;br /&gt;Pois hão-de partir e vão voltar! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto de Carlos Azevedo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-3203844709315638549?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/3203844709315638549/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=3203844709315638549' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/3203844709315638549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/3203844709315638549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2008/10/na-borda-do-mar.html' title='Na borda do mar'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-2514183249684417323</id><published>2008-09-07T11:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T03:58:50.348+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vê-se na natureza'/><title type='text'>Não é só o fim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.olhares.com/data/big/190/1906305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.olhares.com/data/big/190/1906305.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que tem a exclusividade da beleza, toda a construção também!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-2514183249684417323?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/2514183249684417323/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=2514183249684417323' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/2514183249684417323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/2514183249684417323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-s-o-fim.html' title='Não é só o fim'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-8231229388669426390</id><published>2008-09-06T10:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T03:59:24.564+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sentir'/><title type='text'>Chove</title><content type='html'>Cai a chuva cá dentro, mas não é fria...sabe-me a imagens a preto e branco, saudosismo...sabe-me a lágrimas que não caem mais. O seu ruído não é só um gotejar, é uma melodia de violoncelo, triste, bonito como o raiar tímido de um sol branco num dia de tempestade.&lt;br /&gt;E sei, de nada serve mais este sentir que conhecer-me, que lavar-me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-8231229388669426390?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/8231229388669426390/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=8231229388669426390' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/8231229388669426390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/8231229388669426390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2008/09/chove.html' title='Chove'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-1049206589006821336</id><published>2008-08-16T22:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T00:38:05.634+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensar'/><title type='text'>Sozinho</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px" height="212" alt="" src="http://www.worldproutassembly.org/images/children-cows-5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém foi feito para viver sozinho. Agora estar ou desejar estar sozinho já é resultado de experiências, de insucessos, talvez inevitáveis, vivências menos felizes, da teimosia da realidade, de complicações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.worldproutassembly.org/images/children-cows-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas realmente ninguém é feliz sozinho...pode não ser mau de todo, mas não é bom de todo! &lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/86/206477773_2d03dda15b.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px" height="193" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/86/206477773_2d03dda15b.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-1049206589006821336?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/1049206589006821336/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=1049206589006821336' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/1049206589006821336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/1049206589006821336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2008/08/sozinho.html' title='Sozinho'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-875195065157620880</id><published>2008-07-24T23:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T14:11:22.752+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imaginar'/><title type='text'>Ao som do poema</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.olhares.com/data/big/93/938339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px" height="176" alt="" src="http://img.olhares.com/data/big/93/938339.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasce a aurora num raio de luz&lt;br /&gt;Aos poucos espreguiçam-se as cores&lt;br /&gt;Solta-se a medo o verde que banha o chão&lt;br /&gt;O orvalho brilha em acordes&lt;br /&gt;Ritmadamente movem-se os bichinhos&lt;br /&gt;Num novo ciclo circadiano, sem porquês&lt;br /&gt;E a natureza desperta preguiçosa, mas imparável&lt;br /&gt;Imparável, desdobrando-se em belezas&lt;br /&gt;Desabrochando como se nada fosse senão natural&lt;br /&gt;Mas vêm as sombras, seca-se a terra à medida que o sol sobe&lt;br /&gt;E a tristeza de que tudo se está sempre a perder&lt;br /&gt;Que morre e renasce, faz e desfaz-se&lt;br /&gt;O fluxo não para, ninguém o consegue abrandar&lt;br /&gt;A pena melancólica de que o temos de aceitar&lt;br /&gt;E que os momentos não são eternos, mas lindos&lt;br /&gt;E ainda mais por serem assim....&lt;br /&gt;E morre o dia num último raio de luz&lt;br /&gt;Aos poucos as cores adormecem em escuridão&lt;br /&gt;A terra reverbera ainda o que foi o dia e&lt;br /&gt;Sente-se a pausa, no entanto viva, de uma noite&lt;br /&gt;Num novo fim, num novo início...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.olhares.com/data/big/93/938339.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-875195065157620880?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/875195065157620880/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=875195065157620880' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/875195065157620880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/875195065157620880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2008/07/ao-som-do-poema.html' title='Ao som do poema'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-3275871308800367235</id><published>2008-07-22T02:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T23:21:23.080+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Revelar'/><title type='text'>Hoje</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/SIkAWhJ7wGI/AAAAAAAAAKk/omTlq0ialhU/s1600-h/2221830%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226709229397327970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/SIkAWhJ7wGI/AAAAAAAAAKk/omTlq0ialhU/s320/2221830%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdi-me no eco da tua voz...&lt;br /&gt;Amanheci em acordes! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-3275871308800367235?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/3275871308800367235/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=3275871308800367235' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/3275871308800367235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/3275871308800367235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2008/07/hoje.html' title='Hoje'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/SIkAWhJ7wGI/AAAAAAAAAKk/omTlq0ialhU/s72-c/2221830%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-1424833653500851159</id><published>2008-07-21T12:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T12:22:03.904+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Revelar'/><title type='text'>Linha, ligação</title><content type='html'>Sabes, dei-me conta que fez agora um ano em que pegamos nas pontas de um mesmo fio! E estive ali sentada e os meus pensamentos ainda estiveram contigo...de outra forma pois descobri a ponta de outros fios apesar de não ter aberto a mão do que me liga a ti... E essa linha entre nós já não é uma recta, mas tem curvas que se encostam às montanhas, tem pontos onde brilha, tem segmentos onde não se vê de todo...só se imagina! E essa linha que me liga a ti não a perdi, mudou de forma, percebi-a.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-1424833653500851159?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/1424833653500851159/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=1424833653500851159' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/1424833653500851159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/1424833653500851159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2008/07/linha-ligao.html' title='Linha, ligação'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-5512999925136501119</id><published>2008-07-21T02:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T02:57:32.720+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sentir'/><title type='text'>Leve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.olhares.com/data/big/48/485318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.olhares.com/data/big/48/485318.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No céu azul forte deslizo, brinco aos formatos...&lt;br /&gt;e faço-me e desfaço-me...&lt;br /&gt;sou nuvem, branqueada pelo sol&lt;br /&gt;sou livre, animada pelo vento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-5512999925136501119?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/5512999925136501119/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-275075277314777347</id><published>2008-07-21T02:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T02:49:31.807+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sentir'/><title type='text'>Pouco</title><content type='html'>E não quero mais pensar.&lt;br /&gt;Quero calar o sentir com a ausência de pensamentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não quero mais sofrer.&lt;br /&gt;Quero poder sorrir com uma anestesia do sentir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não quero mais estar triste.&lt;br /&gt;Quero alegrar-me com gestos repetidos, automáticos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-275075277314777347?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-6916092439542847410</id><published>2008-07-15T01:56:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T02:09:46.346+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Revelar'/><title type='text'>Aprendendo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mil obras, mil horas...&lt;br /&gt;Há tempos de luta, há tempos de luto&lt;br /&gt;Existiram batalhas a travar, existiram sofrimentos a tratar&lt;br /&gt;Acredito que a sorte se faz, mas não se controla&lt;br /&gt;Mas foram mil obras, mil horas&lt;br /&gt;Foram sorrisos banhados de lágrimas, foram muitas dores&lt;br /&gt;Foi desespero misturado de instinto de sobrevivência&lt;br /&gt;Foram sombras com sonhos de luz, foi acreditar&lt;br /&gt;Afastei e afastaram-se as espadas, os cortes, as feridas&lt;br /&gt;Que nos deixam sem respirar, que nos fazem soluçar&lt;br /&gt;Vivo no rescaldo do fogo, estranho o silêncio e abençoou-o&lt;br /&gt;Mergulho de cabeça na paz esquecida, de tão ausente que foi&lt;br /&gt;A custo acredito na minha vitória que foi tantas vezes só uma imagem imaginada&lt;br /&gt;Imaginada,mas nítida, forte....longinqua....que me fez sobreviver&lt;br /&gt;E que me fez encontra-la por labirintos cobertos de nevoeiro&lt;br /&gt;Porque sabia o que não queria e o que queria, porque vacilei mas não caí&lt;br /&gt;Porque ganhei apesar de ter perdido, porque recebi apesar de ter pago incansavelmente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Deus queira eu consiga conservar esta paz e se ela falhar saberei que vale a pena lutar, sem pressas, sem relógio, ir indo, um passo atrás do outro, uns passos dados à frente e outros empurrada para trás..., mas no caminho certo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.olhares.com/data/big/82/829139.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.olhares.com/data/big/82/829139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-6916092439542847410?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/6916092439542847410/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=6916092439542847410' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/6916092439542847410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/6916092439542847410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2008/07/aprendendo.html' title='Aprendendo'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-3617089176689302092</id><published>2008-07-15T01:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T01:39:36.351+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensar'/><title type='text'>Como se faz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.olhares.com/data/big/101/1016949.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="184" alt="" src="http://img.olhares.com/data/big/101/1016949.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;para apagar uma esperança?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-3617089176689302092?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/3617089176689302092/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=3617089176689302092' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/3617089176689302092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/3617089176689302092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2008/07/como-se-faz.html' title='Como se faz'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-8632786001687881139</id><published>2008-07-05T12:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T15:14:04.905+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nem sei que lhe chamar'/><title type='text'>Está na hora</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.au-potager.com/images/photospotager/carottes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.au-potager.com/images/photospotager/carottes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de ser Verão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...de ser mini-saia, de dias grandes, de sorrisos, de boa disposição...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-8632786001687881139?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/8632786001687881139/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=8632786001687881139' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/8632786001687881139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/8632786001687881139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2008/01/est-na-hora.html' title='Está na hora'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-3181411934801711993</id><published>2008-06-28T06:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T23:31:07.443+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Revelar'/><title type='text'>Poderes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://planetargonautes.typepad.fr/planetargonautes/images/2007/04/27/liberte.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px" height="160" alt="" src="http://planetargonautes.typepad.fr/planetargonautes/images/2007/04/27/liberte.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Esse teu punhal é tão poderoso, tem o poder de me libertar e de me matar!&lt;a href="http://www.paris.fr/portail/images/img_11622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 77px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px" height="132" alt="" src="http://www.paris.fr/portail/images/img_11622.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-3181411934801711993?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/3181411934801711993/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=3181411934801711993' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/3181411934801711993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/3181411934801711993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2008/06/poderes.html' title='Poderes'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-7377766946156436817</id><published>2008-06-25T10:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T11:04:09.375+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nem sei que lhe chamar'/><title type='text'>Oração de partida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cache01.stormap.sapo.pt/fotostore01/fotos//82/7b/3c/16126_0001p0w8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://cache01.stormap.sapo.pt/fotostore01/fotos//82/7b/3c/16126_0001p0w8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vou partir....&lt;br /&gt;Não sei a quem pedir, pois não tenho essa bengala da fé em Deus, mas preciso de pedir...a mim, à sorte, a alguma coisa de eventualmente superior. Preciso de força porque sei que vão haver momentos de desespero, dificeis. Preciso de acreditar que é possivel chegar ao fim sem destruir quem eu amo. Preciso de coragem para não parar, de caminhar o caminho escolhido caia chuva caiam pedras. Preciso de me lembrar onde me encontro para saber que não era aqui que queria estar. Preciso de tempo e que ele passe depressa para não me desfazer também. Preciso que a luz ao fundo do túnel não se apague, mesmo que não a veja sempre. Preciso dos meus amigos para me darem uma mão nesta ou naquela encosta mais ingreme. ...porque vou conseguir, nem que morra a tentar, nem que chegue ao fim metade de mim!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-7377766946156436817?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/7377766946156436817/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=7377766946156436817' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/7377766946156436817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/7377766946156436817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2008/06/orao-de-partida.html' title='Oração de partida'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-496142466484345047</id><published>2008-06-25T10:17:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T10:18:42.114+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensar'/><title type='text'>O problema</title><content type='html'>Está tudo escrito, basta saber ler,&lt;br /&gt;Está tudo dito, basta saber ouvir,&lt;br /&gt;Está tudo claro, basta saber ver,&lt;br /&gt;Mas só depois de saber é que o percebermos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-496142466484345047?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/496142466484345047/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=496142466484345047' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/496142466484345047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/496142466484345047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2008/06/o-problema.html' title='O problema'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-5545405904463678542</id><published>2008-06-19T03:32:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T03:37:58.198+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sentir'/><title type='text'>Zzzzzz</title><content type='html'>Toco-te e nascem arabescos nas minhas mãos.&lt;br /&gt;Olho-te e a minha memória é uma estrada por caminhar.&lt;br /&gt;Ao sentir-te fecho os olhos e aí sim acordo.&lt;br /&gt;Beijo-te, o céu pinta-se de azul ...&lt;br /&gt;e dele até nós cabe todo o meu mundo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y299/Fialho/BuracoAzul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y299/Fialho/BuracoAzul.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-5545405904463678542?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/5545405904463678542/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=5545405904463678542' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/5545405904463678542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/5545405904463678542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2008/06/zzzzzz.html' title='Zzzzzz'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-2967692402016622266</id><published>2008-06-12T21:32:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T01:12:05.853+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Revelar'/><title type='text'>Ainda moras em mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/TD5SLA0dVwI/AAAAAAAAARM/gyTK1gA35hI/s320/DIF%C3%8DCIL%2B1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Escrevias e eu lia, às vezes amava-te e às palavras.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E ficava iluminada todo o dia num sonho irreal,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;com letras que não eram minhas e palavras fantasia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só que acordei, teve de ser, para conhecer a realidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas admito que de saudades tuas, abro uma página, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;espreito-te e ainda adormeço neste ou naquele texto teu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-2967692402016622266?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/2967692402016622266/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=2967692402016622266' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/2967692402016622266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/2967692402016622266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2008/06/ainda-moras-em-mim.html' title='Ainda moras em mim'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/TD5SLA0dVwI/AAAAAAAAARM/gyTK1gA35hI/s72-c/DIF%C3%8DCIL%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-3644462682172259205</id><published>2008-06-06T22:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T23:38:16.450+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Descobrir'/><title type='text'>Dançava</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://gallery.photo.net/photo/2465334-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://gallery.photo.net/photo/2465334-lg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eu sou uma canção que tu podes não saber ouvir, &lt;div&gt;Eu sou um ritmo, sou várias pausas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sou uma música alegre às vezes, em ré menor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E posso ser uma música triste, em sol maior&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Canto-me e ouço-me e vou dançando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Embalo-me de notas difusas, de notas soltas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brinco com melodias, deleito-me com pausas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Continuava a encher a pauta ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Até esta pausa tão grande se tornar silêncio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E as páginas virarem-se brancas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-3644462682172259205?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/3644462682172259205/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=3644462682172259205' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/3644462682172259205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/3644462682172259205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2008/06/danava.html' title='Dançava'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-3238292584237544665</id><published>2008-05-07T22:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T22:34:02.681+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Não há nada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://alexifiles.no.sapo.pt/fotos/dia%20de%20descanso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="101" alt="" src="http://alexifiles.no.sapo.pt/fotos/dia%20de%20descanso.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; como um dia de completo descanso, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sem horas, sem solicitações, sem sacrifícios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-3238292584237544665?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/3238292584237544665/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=3238292584237544665' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/3238292584237544665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/3238292584237544665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-h-nada.html' title='Não há nada'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-3995470112391587716</id><published>2008-04-05T17:13:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T17:21:27.581+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensar'/><title type='text'>Um pouco de tudo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://web.telia.com/~u87640495/bilder1/sabot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://web.telia.com/~u87640495/bilder1/sabot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Le sabot cassé - Sèvres&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É tudo uma questão de atitude, de vontade. É tudo um assumir de compromissos, onde &lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;ganhos e perdas são indissociáveis&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/3464874712638783190-3995470112391587716?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/3995470112391587716/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=3995470112391587716' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/3995470112391587716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/3995470112391587716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2008/04/um-pouco-de-tudo.html' title='Um pouco de tudo'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-8540056174009171606</id><published>2008-04-04T22:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T22:54:07.868+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imaginar'/><title type='text'>Mas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R_ajX24TPII/AAAAAAAAAKM/G_oYURfT9Xk/s1600-h/saltar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185511651227679874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="232" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R_ajX24TPII/AAAAAAAAAKM/G_oYURfT9Xk/s400/saltar.jpg" width="145" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tires o brilho à lua&lt;br /&gt;Não agites de raiva as ondas do mar&lt;br /&gt;Não chovas nas arvores que vês&lt;br /&gt;Não estou aí, mas sou tua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não olhes o horizonte com saudade&lt;br /&gt;Não entristeças com a luz da lua&lt;br /&gt;Não hibernes em pleno crescimento&lt;br /&gt;Não estou aí, mas sou tua&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-8540056174009171606?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/8540056174009171606/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=8540056174009171606' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/8540056174009171606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/8540056174009171606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2008/04/no-estou.html' title='Mas'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R_ajX24TPII/AAAAAAAAAKM/G_oYURfT9Xk/s72-c/saltar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-3550163539615219774</id><published>2008-03-31T22:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T17:27:22.526+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Revelar'/><title type='text'>Quando já nem a paz tem esperança</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.af.mil/shared/media/photodb/photos/050716-F-1644L-008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 334px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" height="255" alt="" src="http://www.af.mil/shared/media/photodb/photos/050716-F-1644L-008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://factsofisrael.com/en/images/articles/ac130-gunship2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://garlinggauge.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/08/b52.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 334px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px" height="238" alt="" src="http://garlinggauge.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/08/b52.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abram caminho os inocentes, pois hoje declaro guerra!&lt;br /&gt;Desta vez vou sem estratégias, vou flagelar o caminho,&lt;br /&gt;Vou a toda a força ignorando os riscos que corro,&lt;br /&gt;Numa derradeira tentativa de destruir o que me destrói,&lt;br /&gt;Numa última esperança de definitivamente &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;concertar&lt;/span&gt; os dias.&lt;br /&gt;Agora sim, vou, embalada num grito, disposta a &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;morrer&lt;/span&gt; e matar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-3550163539615219774?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/3550163539615219774/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=3550163539615219774' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/3550163539615219774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/3550163539615219774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2008/03/quando-j-s-pode-ser-guerra.html' title='Quando já nem a paz tem esperança'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-5263110948434521615</id><published>2008-03-27T23:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-04-05T17:30:36.375+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensar'/><title type='text'>Tentações</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.jupiterimages.com/common/detail/38/61/22186138.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.jupiterimages.com/common/detail/38/61/22186138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand" height="195" alt="" src="http://images.jupiterimages.com/common/detail/38/61/22186138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;É claro que o vidro que nos divide não impede que nos adivinhemos! Agora descobrir... &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-5263110948434521615?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/5263110948434521615/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=5263110948434521615' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/5263110948434521615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/5263110948434521615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2008/03/tentaes.html' title='Tentações'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-1047230749118133271</id><published>2008-03-23T17:27:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-26T20:16:03.914Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Descobrir'/><title type='text'>Tu moras em mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://anomalias.weblog.com.pt/arquivo/80rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" height="317" alt="" src="http://anomalias.weblog.com.pt/arquivo/80rain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;São de ti os pensamentos com que adormeço e de manhã me visto&lt;br /&gt;São tuas as mãos com que me embalo para dormir&lt;br /&gt;E que me descobrem ao acordar afagando-me os cabelos&lt;br /&gt;É para ti que a minha imagem se reflecte no espelho, serena, calada, pausada&lt;br /&gt;É contigo que passeio os caminhos sozinha, que penso sobre a ocupação do dia&lt;br /&gt;É por ti que espero, é por ti que vivo, é por ti que escrevo&lt;br /&gt;E és tu que me fazes, assim tão a medo, brilhar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-1047230749118133271?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/1047230749118133271/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=1047230749118133271' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/1047230749118133271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/1047230749118133271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2008/03/tu-moras-em-mim.html' title='Tu moras em mim'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-4921804676934898981</id><published>2008-03-22T07:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-22T00:52:07.405Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vê-se na natureza'/><title type='text'>As condições</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.jupiterimages.com/common/detail/14/40/23484014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.jupiterimages.com/common/detail/14/40/23484014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  não são condição imprescindivel para a felicidade!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-4921804676934898981?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/4921804676934898981/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=4921804676934898981' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/4921804676934898981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/4921804676934898981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2008/03/as-condies.html' title='As condições'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-4874447547329190864</id><published>2008-03-22T00:39:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-22T00:49:22.043Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Revelar'/><title type='text'>Por momentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R-RWd24TPDI/AAAAAAAAAJk/DdCpBfZNTx4/s1600-h/christophe+gilbert+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180360542330764338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="219" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R-RWd24TPDI/AAAAAAAAAJk/DdCpBfZNTx4/s320/christophe+gilbert+2.jpg" width="242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R-RVoG4TPCI/AAAAAAAAAJc/XLChQ-ZgcGU/s1600-h/nature.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roubas momentos à paz para mos ofereceres de mão beijada.&lt;br /&gt;Sorris, esquecendo o mundo que não precisamos das palavras.&lt;br /&gt;Um minuto atrela-se a outro e passam todos de mansinho.&lt;br /&gt;E os sonhos parecem tão simplesmente fáceis de realizar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-4874447547329190864?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/4874447547329190864/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=4874447547329190864' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/4874447547329190864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/4874447547329190864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2008/03/por-momentos.html' title='Por momentos'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R-RWd24TPDI/AAAAAAAAAJk/DdCpBfZNTx4/s72-c/christophe+gilbert+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-8179212930709658738</id><published>2008-03-16T09:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-17T10:34:35.396Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Revelar'/><title type='text'>j'aime</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R95C-QySWBI/AAAAAAAAAJU/3EzxMBKLGdE/s1600-h/BenVautier1%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178650258947856402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R95C-QySWBI/AAAAAAAAAJU/3EzxMBKLGdE/s200/BenVautier1%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Quando te encontrei o giz escorregou-me da mão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E no quadro negro onde me espelhava&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Permanece uma ausência de mim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Será porque não me sei traduzir, será porque aguardo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;será porque não preciso ou será porque não quero saber-me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-8179212930709658738?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/8179212930709658738/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=8179212930709658738' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/8179212930709658738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/8179212930709658738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2008/03/jaime.html' title='j&apos;aime'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R95C-QySWBI/AAAAAAAAAJU/3EzxMBKLGdE/s72-c/BenVautier1%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-5549015833340363186</id><published>2008-03-09T21:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-11T13:48:09.473Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vê-se na natureza'/><title type='text'>Só sabemos o que conhecemos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.altphotos.com/images/altphotos/44807157e-73ce-4a99-a967-942fc0b2c542.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://jeanrem.info/wp-content/uploads/2007/01/plafond_vegetal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://jeanrem.info/wp-content/uploads/2007/01/plafond_vegetal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A verdade consegue ter uma imaginação infinitamente mais fertil que a nossa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-5549015833340363186?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/5549015833340363186/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=5549015833340363186' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/5549015833340363186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/5549015833340363186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2008/03/s-sabemos-o-que-conhecemos.html' title='Só sabemos o que conhecemos!'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-5003428018545722097</id><published>2008-03-09T21:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-09T21:30:13.778Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Descobrir'/><title type='text'>Étonnée</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wthhY0UUGI8/R9RWQ58H4YI/AAAAAAAAAY4/4n_fAYV0bdY/s1600-h/800px-Shoes_in_the_grass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175856720186433922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wthhY0UUGI8/R9RWQ58H4YI/AAAAAAAAAY4/4n_fAYV0bdY/s200/800px-Shoes_in_the_grass.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Je vous aime si profondement que je me perds en cherchant la fin!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-5003428018545722097?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/5003428018545722097/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=5003428018545722097' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/5003428018545722097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/5003428018545722097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2008/03/tonne.html' title='Étonnée'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wthhY0UUGI8/R9RWQ58H4YI/AAAAAAAAAY4/4n_fAYV0bdY/s72-c/800px-Shoes_in_the_grass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-3768398209720903591</id><published>2008-03-07T02:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-08T09:48:13.321Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sentir'/><title type='text'>Com certas coisas...</title><content type='html'>rio-me, porque não é suficiente para que chore!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-3768398209720903591?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/3768398209720903591/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=3768398209720903591' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/3768398209720903591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/3768398209720903591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2008/03/com-certas-coisas.html' title='Com certas coisas...'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-7810866221110031280</id><published>2008-03-03T20:57:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-03T21:09:39.099Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensar'/><title type='text'>Ditados</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R8xn6f5ZKUI/AAAAAAAAAJE/d6M7SEsL3wo/s1600-h/l-hanging-leaves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173624326634154306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R8xn6f5ZKUI/AAAAAAAAAJE/d6M7SEsL3wo/s200/l-hanging-leaves.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quem tudo quer nada tem.&lt;br /&gt;Quem nada quer nada perde...é o chamado low-profile das expectativas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-7810866221110031280?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/7810866221110031280/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=7810866221110031280' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/7810866221110031280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/7810866221110031280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2008/03/ditados.html' title='Ditados'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R8xn6f5ZKUI/AAAAAAAAAJE/d6M7SEsL3wo/s72-c/l-hanging-leaves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-2980958391786611248</id><published>2008-02-29T10:27:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-02-29T16:37:04.267Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Revelar'/><title type='text'>Anjo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R8fiAv5ZKTI/AAAAAAAAAI8/qVIhI-iDO9I/s1600-h/asa2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172351199543372082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R8fiAv5ZKTI/AAAAAAAAAI8/qVIhI-iDO9I/s200/asa2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trazes o mundo no teu corpo,&lt;br /&gt;O céu nos teus gestos,&lt;br /&gt;A calma na tua voz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-2980958391786611248?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/2980958391786611248/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=2980958391786611248' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/2980958391786611248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/2980958391786611248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2008/02/anjo.html' title='Anjo'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R8fiAv5ZKTI/AAAAAAAAAI8/qVIhI-iDO9I/s72-c/asa2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-1381590098393341531</id><published>2008-02-25T21:32:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-02-25T21:37:58.134Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensar'/><title type='text'>Perda dificil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R8M1Ikh8Z5I/AAAAAAAAAI0/t56M6rdlnGU/s1600-h/alone+in+the+night.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171035218512734098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R8M1Ikh8Z5I/AAAAAAAAAI0/t56M6rdlnGU/s200/alone+in+the+night.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando parte quem nos enche a alma é uma perda dificil porque também coincide com a ausência de quem tinha a sabedoria ou poder de nos consolar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-1381590098393341531?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/1381590098393341531/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=1381590098393341531' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/1381590098393341531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/1381590098393341531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2008/02/perda-dificil.html' title='Perda dificil'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R8M1Ikh8Z5I/AAAAAAAAAI0/t56M6rdlnGU/s72-c/alone+in+the+night.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-3715915274262221885</id><published>2008-02-22T10:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-22T19:07:55.430Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sentir'/><title type='text'>Sentido único</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v637/jorge_olhar/porto16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" height="334" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v637/jorge_olhar/porto16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 102px" height="176" alt="" src="http://pitux.blog.simplesnet.pt/archive/saudade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não era constantemente que nos encontrávamos, mas a tua luz e a tua pureza, o teu sofrer e a tua força eram tão nobres...amigo! Continuas vivo em mim, espero que o sintas daí onde te encontras, e que a marca que deixaste nos que ainda só conhecem esta existência te faça sentir feliz, sereno. Penso em ti e sei o quão ricos se devem sentir os que estão no céu e privam agora com a tua presença... também souberam que o tempo, sem pressas, os haveria de recompensar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-3715915274262221885?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/3715915274262221885/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=3715915274262221885' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/3715915274262221885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/3715915274262221885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2008/02/sentido-nico.html' title='Sentido único'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-4667714674599308337</id><published>2008-02-21T15:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-21T15:44:22.887Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Revelar'/><title type='text'>De mansinho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R72cKkh8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAIM/ELn0gC1D7fA/s1600-h/bright_moments___by_0fficeslut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R72cKkh8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAIM/ELn0gC1D7fA/s320/bright_moments___by_0fficeslut.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169459652709869378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De mansinho fui ouvindo o teu nome que me surgia&lt;br /&gt;De mansinho fui sentindo saudades do que não tinha&lt;br /&gt;De mansinho descobri-te ali no caminho, estendendo-me a mão&lt;br /&gt;De mansinho entraste na minha vida e não sabes se queres ficar&lt;br /&gt;De mansinho foge-me o cuidado, solta-se o desejo de te amar&lt;br /&gt;De mansinho imagino-te na minha sala, na minha vida&lt;br /&gt;De mansinho quero-te a respirar o meu ar&lt;br /&gt;De mansinho cresces dentro de mim a passos de gigante&lt;br /&gt;De mansinho receio que não te queira a mudar, a lutar&lt;br /&gt;De mansinho desejo-te a felicidade onde ela estiver&lt;br /&gt;De mansinho queria-te comigo, para todo o sempre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-4667714674599308337?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/4667714674599308337/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=4667714674599308337' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/4667714674599308337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/4667714674599308337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2008/02/de-mansinho.html' title='De mansinho'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R72cKkh8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAIM/ELn0gC1D7fA/s72-c/bright_moments___by_0fficeslut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-4102263986166191174</id><published>2008-02-18T16:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-18T18:56:55.241Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensar'/><title type='text'>Para ser como deveria ser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.portugalnet.pt/dyovanna/images/EZBBE_MULHER_DEITADA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand" height="174" alt="" src="http://www.portugalnet.pt/dyovanna/images/EZBBE_MULHER_DEITADA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serei forte! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se cair, quebrada, abraçarei a terra e num suspiro ferido a vou beijar, por querer que ela fosse como a imaginei, dizendo-lhe: tentámos!&lt;br /&gt;Ah, mas se terminar em pé sentir-me-ei a mais feliz de todas as mulheres!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-4102263986166191174?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/4102263986166191174/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=4102263986166191174' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/4102263986166191174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/4102263986166191174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2008/02/para-ser-como-deveria-ser.html' title='Para ser como deveria ser'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-2791711452921173928</id><published>2008-02-15T17:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-15T17:03:12.136Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensar'/><title type='text'>Perder-te ou perder-me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="HTTP://solstorm.infomedia.uib.no/larsen/blog/e0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://solstorm.infomedia.uib.no/larsen/blog/e0018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A escolha parece obvia, mas não é fácil! &lt;/div&gt;Seguir as borboletas brancas que alegram o meu céu sem ligar aos muros do labirinto ou nem sequer entrar, perdendo-as, mas não correndo o risco de me perder?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-2791711452921173928?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/2791711452921173928/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=2791711452921173928' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/2791711452921173928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/2791711452921173928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2008/02/perder-te-ou-perder-me.html' title='Perder-te ou perder-me?'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-5157778269054605698</id><published>2008-02-14T21:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-14T21:42:31.598Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Descobrir'/><title type='text'>Franco-portugais</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://carboncopy.hobix.com/archives/7%20hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photografos.com.br/users/zeen/normal_98311_photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.photografos.com.br/users/zeen/normal_98311_photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Une petite lumiére est apparue &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dans le ciel noir que je ne voulais pas illuminer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Un vent doux est venu sussurrando canções&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Num silêncio que eu não queria perturbar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chegaste e gostava que quisesses ficar&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-5157778269054605698?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/5157778269054605698/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=5157778269054605698' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/5157778269054605698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/5157778269054605698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2008/02/franco-portugais.html' title='Franco-portugais'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-8444190136679253506</id><published>2008-02-11T18:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-14T21:29:55.059Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Descobrir'/><title type='text'>Hum</title><content type='html'>Do chão que piso sairam as pedras, fugiram os perigos e com eles a animação! É um caminho deserto, mas seguro... É um caminho momentaneamente calmo, deliciosamente estável...mas tristemente vazio!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-8444190136679253506?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/8444190136679253506/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=8444190136679253506' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/8444190136679253506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/8444190136679253506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2008/02/hum.html' title='Hum'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-2316757594925578696</id><published>2008-02-11T07:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-10T23:08:01.480Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imaginar'/><title type='text'>Nas tuas mãos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/40/99807215_6299640bac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/40/99807215_6299640bac.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; existem movimentos que me encantam, linhas, traços, texturas que me cativam. Nas tuas mãos uma história guardada por desvendar. Nas tuas mãos a chave, nas tuas mãos o aconchego, nas tuas mãos a força e a ternura. Nas tuas mãos a segurança, nas tuas mãos a aventura. Nas tuas mãos me perco e nelas me reencontro ainda mais perto. Nas tuas mãos pormenores, nas tuas mãos o mundo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-2316757594925578696?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/2316757594925578696/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=2316757594925578696' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/2316757594925578696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/2316757594925578696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2008/02/nas-tuas-mos.html' title='Nas tuas mãos'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-7254764245692807635</id><published>2008-02-03T13:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-03T13:30:04.851Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Descobrir'/><title type='text'>Diagnóstico</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Sintomas alergicos: sorriso amarelo e tremido, nariz vermelho, olhos congestionados, cansaço generalizado, falta de oxigénio,...Descobri que sou alérgica à tristeza!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-7254764245692807635?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/7254764245692807635/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=7254764245692807635' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/7254764245692807635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/7254764245692807635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2008/02/diagnstico.html' title='Diagnóstico'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-5087428036412848585</id><published>2008-02-02T21:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-02T21:06:28.466Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Revelar'/><title type='text'>Falas-me</title><content type='html'>e as tuas palavras ecoam em mim e devagarinho se transformam em flores, em sol, em carícias que perduram mesmo quando já estamos em silêncio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-5087428036412848585?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/5087428036412848585/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=5087428036412848585' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/5087428036412848585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/5087428036412848585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2008/02/falas-me.html' title='Falas-me'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-649829480625834253</id><published>2008-01-30T00:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-02T18:45:59.353Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imaginar'/><title type='text'>Quando só faz sentido contigo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R6S6TXYIxjI/AAAAAAAAAHs/cvgHliG-alk/s1600-h/Imagem1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162455914728965682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R6S6TXYIxjI/AAAAAAAAAHs/cvgHliG-alk/s200/Imagem1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Abraço-te com as minhas pétalas sempre que a noite chega... &lt;div align="center"&gt;Perfumo-te com o meu odor que levas de de manhã...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Levo-te para mais perto do sol no topo do meu pé...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mesmo se não chover e o tempo insistir em passar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Continuarei florida, perfumada e viva por tí!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tem etiqueta &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Desejar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; porque não sei se considero isto um desejo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-649829480625834253?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/649829480625834253/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=649829480625834253' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/649829480625834253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/649829480625834253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2008/01/quando-s-faz-sentido-contigo.html' title='Quando só faz sentido contigo!'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R6S6TXYIxjI/AAAAAAAAAHs/cvgHliG-alk/s72-c/Imagem1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-2106338572568387520</id><published>2008-01-27T00:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-27T00:04:33.753Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Revelar'/><title type='text'>Depois de conversas</title><content type='html'>... Mas fiquei sobretudo a pensar nos relatos a duas vozes, na partilha de tarefas, ... e eu entrava em todos os temas com conhecimento de causa, a uma só voz,...monotónica...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-2106338572568387520?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/2106338572568387520/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=2106338572568387520' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/2106338572568387520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/2106338572568387520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2008/01/depois-de-conversas.html' title='Depois de conversas'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-5393620636922298209</id><published>2008-01-23T22:29:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-01-25T18:07:01.439Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sentir'/><title type='text'>Olhar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Olhar à nossa volta&lt;br /&gt;faz-nos descobrir agua limpa, ar fresco,&lt;br /&gt;faz-nos descobrir sons de gargalhadas,&lt;br /&gt;faz-nos descobrir madrugadas,&lt;br /&gt;faz-nos descobrir um botão a nascer.&lt;br /&gt;Olhar à nossa volta&lt;br /&gt;faz-nos perceber que a vida ainda brilha,&lt;br /&gt;faz-nos perceber que ainda há rebentos,&lt;br /&gt;faz-nos perceber que ainda há quem busque,&lt;br /&gt;faz-nos perceber que ainda há quem acredite,&lt;br /&gt;Olhar à nossa volta&lt;br /&gt;faz-nos sentir estupidamente fechados,&lt;br /&gt;faz-nos sentir estupidamente tristes,&lt;br /&gt;faz-nos sentir que temos de sair,&lt;br /&gt;faz-nos sentir que temos de sorrir.&lt;br /&gt;Olhar à nossa volta&lt;br /&gt;dá-me vontade e força para viver,&lt;br /&gt;dá-me vontade de rir, de descobrir,&lt;br /&gt;dá-me vontade de lutar, de ir,&lt;br /&gt;dá-me vontade de usufruir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R5fCCnYIxiI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ZS4Q97LvAC4/s1600-h/a+sombra+a+meus+p%C3%A9s.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158805248361940514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" height="169" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R5fCCnYIxiI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ZS4Q97LvAC4/s320/a+sombra+a+meus+p%C3%A9s.JPG" width="275" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-5393620636922298209?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/5393620636922298209/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=5393620636922298209' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/5393620636922298209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/5393620636922298209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2008/01/olhar.html' title='Olhar'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R5fCCnYIxiI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ZS4Q97LvAC4/s72-c/a+sombra+a+meus+p%C3%A9s.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-571173746866899758</id><published>2008-01-23T22:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-23T22:42:16.760Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desejar'/><title type='text'>Gostar assim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R5e-xXYIxgI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Uhn9_QO89K0/s1600-h/C%C3%B3pia+(2)+de+jj05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158801653474313730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R5e-xXYIxgI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Uhn9_QO89K0/s200/C%C3%B3pia+(2)+de+jj05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenho saudades tuas mesmo quando te tenho ao meu lado...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-571173746866899758?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/571173746866899758/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=571173746866899758' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/571173746866899758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/571173746866899758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2008/01/gostar-assim.html' title='Gostar assim'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R5e-xXYIxgI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Uhn9_QO89K0/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+(2)+de+jj05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-3990118228599157275</id><published>2008-01-21T21:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-21T21:23:37.650Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Revelar'/><title type='text'>Endorfina?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.noahshachtman.com/images/THAAD%20FTT-03%20Launch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px auto; WIDTH: 123px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" height="255" alt="" src="http://www.noahshachtman.com/images/THAAD%20FTT-03%20Launch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://img.olhares.com/data/big/149/1499506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px auto; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" height="254" alt="" src="http://img.olhares.com/data/big/149/1499506.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;A minha alma explode e voa,&lt;br /&gt;rebenta as paredes da minha prisão,&lt;br /&gt;ultrapasso os telhados mais altos&lt;br /&gt;liberto-me em direcção ao céu,&lt;br /&gt;empurrada por esta felicidade visceral.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-3990118228599157275?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/3990118228599157275/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=3990118228599157275' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/3990118228599157275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/3990118228599157275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2008/01/endorfina.html' title='Endorfina?'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-6364538970771676847</id><published>2008-01-21T06:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-21T21:24:25.989Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vê-se na natureza'/><title type='text'>Até se consegue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ambienteemfoco.com.br/wp-content/uploads/agronomia/Flores/137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand" height="119" alt="" src="http://www.ambienteemfoco.com.br/wp-content/uploads/agronomia/Flores/137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ver sempre o lado bom da vida!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-6364538970771676847?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/6364538970771676847/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=6364538970771676847' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/6364538970771676847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/6364538970771676847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2008/01/afinal-possvel.html' title='Até se consegue'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-3160342256806359947</id><published>2008-01-20T18:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-21T21:26:20.959Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensar'/><title type='text'>Medos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R5OQ537GE2I/AAAAAAAAAHM/e67Rkgn1So4/s1600-h/780908.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157625322208105314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px" height="166" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R5OQ537GE2I/AAAAAAAAAHM/e67Rkgn1So4/s200/780908.jpg" width="128" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O medo não nos deve impedir de andar, até porque a maior das vezes depois de uns passos percebemos que as coisas são mais fáceis do que imaginamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Foto de Genoveva Abreu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-3160342256806359947?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/3160342256806359947/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=3160342256806359947' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/3160342256806359947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/3160342256806359947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2008/01/medos.html' title='Medos'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R5OQ537GE2I/AAAAAAAAAHM/e67Rkgn1So4/s72-c/780908.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-1913711479663726057</id><published>2008-01-20T11:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-20T03:31:27.902Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensar'/><title type='text'>Fico-me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/cris_gp/images/alone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand" height="212" alt="" src="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/cris_gp/images/alone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ante-et-post.weblog.com.pt/alone%20-%20eugenio%20eugenio.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a imaginar o baloiço de uma companhia, enquanto o sol muda de sítio e não retorno à minha vida!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-1913711479663726057?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/1913711479663726057/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=1913711479663726057' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/1913711479663726057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/1913711479663726057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2008/01/fico-me.html' title='Fico-me'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-4456494513958236205</id><published>2008-01-20T10:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-20T03:02:25.938Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nem sei que lhe chamar'/><title type='text'>Loucura quase sã</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://wvs.topleftpixel.com/photos/raindrop_on_leaf.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.galileo-web.com/photoblog/wp-content/photos/photo_de_nuit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.galileo-web.com/photoblog/wp-content/photos/photo_de_nuit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dá-me a tua mão que eu levo-te a descobrir o silêncio do ar, os brilhos da madrugada, a luz da aurora depois de termos conhecido juntos os caminhos da noite. Deixa-me levar-te numa memória que ficará leve, mas tão presente! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-4456494513958236205?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/4456494513958236205/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=4456494513958236205' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/4456494513958236205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/4456494513958236205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2008/01/loucuras-que-parecem-ss.html' title='Loucura quase sã'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-1681698181744566325</id><published>2008-01-20T03:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-20T03:42:34.643Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vê-se na natureza'/><title type='text'>Contra tudo e contra todos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://miss-oak.flogbrasil.terra.com.br/1192027135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://miss-oak.flogbrasil.terra.com.br/1192027135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;nascem flores!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-1681698181744566325?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/1681698181744566325/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=1681698181744566325' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/1681698181744566325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/1681698181744566325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2008/01/contra-tudo-e-contra-todos.html' title='Contra tudo e contra todos'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-2420266746549921280</id><published>2008-01-19T21:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-19T21:31:02.004Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sentir'/><title type='text'>Pacificamente</title><content type='html'>Deixa enrolar os meus dedos no teu cabelo e sentir nos meus olhos a doçura dos sentimentos. Entrega-te como se fosse perfeitamente natural receberes uma pacífica declaração de amor, que de tanto borbulhar quase se esgotou e que num derradeiro suspiro sorriu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-2420266746549921280?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/2420266746549921280/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=2420266746549921280' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/2420266746549921280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/2420266746549921280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2008/01/pacificamente.html' title='Pacificamente'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-2798503934833979508</id><published>2008-01-19T21:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-20T03:32:24.254Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sentir'/><title type='text'>d d d</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R5Jn7n7GEzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/uD0UGp38ZoI/s1600-h/bellydance[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157298797319426866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="118" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R5Jn7n7GEzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/uD0UGp38ZoI/s200/bellydance%5B1%5D.jpg" width="97" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... &lt;strong&gt;d&lt;/strong&gt;esejo de &lt;strong&gt;d&lt;/strong&gt;esejar e ser &lt;strong&gt;d&lt;/strong&gt;esejada...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-2798503934833979508?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/2798503934833979508/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=2798503934833979508' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/2798503934833979508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/2798503934833979508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2008/01/d-d-d-d.html' title='d d d'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R5Jn7n7GEzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/uD0UGp38ZoI/s72-c/bellydance%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-4373211554316952506</id><published>2008-01-18T09:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-18T09:36:58.863Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Descobrir'/><title type='text'>Descobrir, construir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img365.imageshack.us/img365/9370/are125butterflyonbookponk0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" height="170" alt="" src="http://img365.imageshack.us/img365/9370/are125butterflyonbookponk0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.neizartes.com.br/img/letras.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" height="111" alt="" src="http://www.neizartes.com.br/img/letras.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escrevo e liberto-me! Definem-se pelas palavras desabafos, verdades, ... e vou-me reordenando letra após letra!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-4373211554316952506?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/4373211554316952506/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=4373211554316952506' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/4373211554316952506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/4373211554316952506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2008/01/descobrir-construir.html' title='Descobrir, construir'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-977724699486916469</id><published>2008-01-17T16:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-17T17:16:33.366Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Revelar'/><title type='text'>Desejo de me saber tua por também seres meu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R4-MxH7GExI/AAAAAAAAAGg/OEU8JT7wB9A/s1600-h/Carbo-16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156494873930896146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R4-MxH7GExI/AAAAAAAAAGg/OEU8JT7wB9A/s200/Carbo-16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prende-me nos teus braços para que nada nos consiga separar, esse teu abraço onde os segundos se eternizam, onde a minha alma se cura acarinhada por bálsamos, onde me deixo cair rendida e profundamente descanso, onde me reencontro a mim própria, e à essência da vida, vestida de ti!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-977724699486916469?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/977724699486916469/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=977724699486916469' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/977724699486916469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/977724699486916469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2008/01/desejo-de-me-saber-tua-por-tambm-seres.html' title='Desejo de me saber tua por também seres meu'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R4-MxH7GExI/AAAAAAAAAGg/OEU8JT7wB9A/s72-c/Carbo-16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-4830382341793873845</id><published>2008-01-16T22:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-18T09:40:32.589Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensar'/><title type='text'>Uma pausa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R5BzlH7GEyI/AAAAAAAAAGo/pFef7o0GWdk/s1600-h/cardinaux_linaigrette_a_%2520larges_feuilles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156748654958482210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R5BzlH7GEyI/AAAAAAAAAGo/pFef7o0GWdk/s320/cardinaux_linaigrette_a_%2520larges_feuilles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/://bp1.blogger.com/_wthhY0UUGI8/R46HFH7BrkI/AAAAAAAAAUE/aZPi3QH57Sg/s1600-h/cardinaux_linaigrette_a_%2520larges_feuilles.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wthhY0UUGI8/R46G0X7BrjI/AAAAAAAAAT8/dOl2EVlmYZU/s1600-h/cardinaux_trefle_d_eau.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas quem disse que a felicidade vinha vestida de ouro, cintilante e brilhante e que seria &lt;em&gt;inequivocamente reconhecível&lt;/em&gt;? Não virá ela nas entranhas das coisas mais simples e sinceras, de gestos quase banais de tão genuínos que são, de uma forma mais comedida e&lt;em&gt; tão tão acessível&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wthhY0UUGI8/R46GLX7BriI/AAAAAAAAAT0/PgvYK0I4ZvA/s1600-h/nap+time+kim+anderson.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-4830382341793873845?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/4830382341793873845/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=4830382341793873845' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/4830382341793873845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/4830382341793873845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2008/01/uma-pausa.html' title='Uma pausa'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R5BzlH7GEyI/AAAAAAAAAGo/pFef7o0GWdk/s72-c/cardinaux_linaigrette_a_%2520larges_feuilles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-3636441243552236923</id><published>2008-01-07T22:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-09T19:53:20.567Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensar'/><title type='text'>Vai uma?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R4Uib37GEuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/3bLuzln2zsE/s1600-h/libelle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153563210859025122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="141" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R4Uib37GEuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/3bLuzln2zsE/s200/libelle.jpg" width="96" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se dermos podemos correr o risco de ficarmos pobres, mas se partilhamos enriquecemos sempre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-3636441243552236923?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/3636441243552236923/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=3636441243552236923' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/3636441243552236923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/3636441243552236923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2008/01/vai-uma.html' title='Vai uma?'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R4Uib37GEuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/3bLuzln2zsE/s72-c/libelle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-5744951892786038594</id><published>2008-01-05T20:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-09T19:48:25.231Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Revelar'/><title type='text'>Momentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R4AmNX7GEqI/AAAAAAAAAFk/A7saR1NZwSQ/s1600-h/Sharma_Es%20Pontas_by%20Corey%20Rich.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R4Ak637GEnI/AAAAAAAAAFM/JnndJw6FmXg/s1600-h/vagabundices.files.wordpress.com-2007-09-folha3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152158567574671986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="155" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R4Ak637GEnI/AAAAAAAAAFM/JnndJw6FmXg/s200/vagabundices.files.wordpress.com-2007-09-folha3.jpg" width="102" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R4Akgn7GElI/AAAAAAAAAE8/GOXI8lGG4fk/s1600-h/_DSCN5091-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R4Al3X7GEpI/AAAAAAAAAFc/omzUdRK2veU/s1600-h/_IMG_3920.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assusta-me o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;precipício&lt;/span&gt; da loucura &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;no qual às vezes, espantada, me descubro!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-5744951892786038594?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/5744951892786038594/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=5744951892786038594' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/5744951892786038594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/5744951892786038594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2008/01/momentos.html' title='Momentos'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R4Ak637GEnI/AAAAAAAAAFM/JnndJw6FmXg/s72-c/vagabundices.files.wordpress.com-2007-09-folha3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-7945300500838196874</id><published>2008-01-05T17:16:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-01-20T14:23:43.386Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensar'/><title type='text'>Repensar</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.odeo.com/4/8/3/flowers_038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://images.odeo.com/4/8/3/flowers_038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;align="left"&gt;O que eu preciso e quero fazer não deve ser abafado pelo que eu tenho de fazer. Este ultimo deve ser reflexo do primeiro e não o inverso!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-7945300500838196874?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/7945300500838196874/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=7945300500838196874' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/7945300500838196874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/7945300500838196874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2008/01/repensar.html' title='Repensar'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464874712638783190.post-1787081587153185485</id><published>2008-01-02T23:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-02T23:51:08.741Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sentir'/><title type='text'>Voar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R3whSH7GEkI/AAAAAAAAAE0/y3JPdn7pxnc/s1600-h/jet-eau2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151028669053276738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R3whSH7GEkI/AAAAAAAAAE0/y3JPdn7pxnc/s200/jet-eau2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://fengshui-monaco.org/images/jet-eau.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saltem as gotas de agua desta fonte límpida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Façam arco-íris neste sol tão ténue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Riam a gargalhadas soltas contra o ar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abracem-me que também quero cantar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Levem-me convosco para para outro lugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464874712638783190-1787081587153185485?l=mileumahoras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/feeds/1787081587153185485/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464874712638783190&amp;postID=1787081587153185485' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/1787081587153185485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464874712638783190/posts/default/1787081587153185485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mileumahoras.blogspot.com/2008/01/voar.html' title='Voar'/><author><name>Momentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16819993817388090132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R1iRSVb4WDI/AAAAAAAAABI/mSh4z7ZKtuI/S220/CLOCK1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K3bjT6Tgu2I/R3whSH7GEkI/AAAAAAAAAE0/y3JPdn7pxnc/s72-c/jet-eau2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
