<?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-6028104911011060999</id><updated>2011-07-08T12:12:53.470+01:00</updated><category term='Oposto'/><category term='Infância'/><category term='Frases'/><category term='medo'/><category term='Lembrança'/><category term='Saudade'/><category term='Ódio'/><category term='Palavras'/><category term='Sentimento'/><category term='Arrependimento'/><category term='Jesus'/><category term='Mudança'/><category term='Objectivo'/><category term='Deus'/><category term='Cultura Indiana'/><category term='Insegurança'/><title type='text'>Legendado</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milene-lopes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028104911011060999/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milene-lopes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Milene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294857662338813854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXpaHhLKHVE/THHDymI7w5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/PSFcI6yGDg8/S220/house+033+(2).JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028104911011060999.post-2369695213728781929</id><published>2010-08-23T01:01:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T02:59:34.533+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sentimento'/><title type='text'>o sentimento continua, mas o medo me rodeia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quero tanto te falar, mas tanto medo de te ouvir, me rodeia. Tudo o que antes podia afirmar que tinha sentido, agora esfriou. E pergunto o que ficou? E nao ouço respostas. Nem de cima, nem de baixo. O am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;or que transportas? Ou o amor que transportavas? Qual das duas fará mais sentido para ti? Transpiro insegurança, medo e dor. Porque aconteceu comigo, aquilo que menos queria. Estou rodeada de perguntas às quais, nao existe uma resposta lógica. Sinto medo de perder, de perder o que temos vindo a batalhar estes tempos vividos. Tudo o que guardámos juntos, tudo o que prometemos um ao outro, que iria ser para sempre. E nao consigo ir atrás de ti, a verdade me impede. Tudo o que aconteceu, corre ao meu lado, tentanto ultrapassar-me. Tento lutar, mas sinto-me fraca. Já nao consigo, já nao dá,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;já nada existe, para além do que foi sentido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028104911011060999-2369695213728781929?l=milene-lopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milene-lopes.blogspot.com/feeds/2369695213728781929/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milene-lopes.blogspot.com/2010/08/nada-existe.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028104911011060999/posts/default/2369695213728781929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028104911011060999/posts/default/2369695213728781929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milene-lopes.blogspot.com/2010/08/nada-existe.html' title='o sentimento continua, mas o medo me rodeia'/><author><name>Milene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294857662338813854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXpaHhLKHVE/THHDymI7w5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/PSFcI6yGDg8/S220/house+033+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028104911011060999.post-2700317932141620621</id><published>2010-07-03T00:23:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T01:49:09.108+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Infância'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489453335754893122" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXpaHhLKHVE/TC50uXjA50I/AAAAAAAAAHs/TW8NgSqMImw/s400/rapunzel-long-hair.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 440px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 334px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;A história de uma menina que gosta de coisas diferentes.&lt;br /&gt;Que gosta de ter uma chave para abrir uma porta, ter uma mala para guardar a carteira, uma bolsa para guardar a maquilhagem. Uma menina que ao longo da sua vida sempre foi firme, nunca se deixou ir por pensamentos e ilusões sem sentido. Se alguma coisa nao estava bem, tentava perceber o porque de estar assim e como a concertar e entender. Se a porta que queria abrir, nao estivesse a ser facil abri-la, ia de todos os modos arranjar uma soluçao para a passar. E ela era assim, nunca desistia se lhe surgisse um caminho mais dificil que os anteriores. Mas um dia deparou-se com um sentimento que ela propria nao queria sentir. Sempre pensou que aquele sentimento nao fosse para ela, que nunca iria andar de maos dadas com ele. No entanto, tentou sempre lutar contra ele, mas de nada adiantava. Os dias passavam, as horas passavam-lhe ao lado e ela sem dar outro rumo e aprender a viver com ele. O seu pensamento passava por perguntas sem respostas ao qual queria encontrar explicações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Mas porquê a mim?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não saboreava a sua vida com aquele sentimento, nao podia querer continuar e passar por tudo assim. Precisava de entender porque tinha de ser ela a senti-lo.&lt;br /&gt;Começou a questionar-se desde quando vivia com ele e nao percebia. Começava-se a sentir sufocada pelas questões e em baixo pelas respostas.&lt;br /&gt;(...) Pensou que o destino nao podia ser mais teimoso que ela, então lutou até a sua respiração quase falhar e conseguiu atingir o seu ponto. Deixou para trás tudo aquilo que pensava que nao lhe pertencia e tinha apenas causado transtorno e pânico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E afinal tudo não tinha passado de um pesadelo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028104911011060999-2700317932141620621?l=milene-lopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milene-lopes.blogspot.com/feeds/2700317932141620621/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milene-lopes.blogspot.com/2010/07/historia-de-uma-menina-que-gosta-de_03.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028104911011060999/posts/default/2700317932141620621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028104911011060999/posts/default/2700317932141620621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milene-lopes.blogspot.com/2010/07/historia-de-uma-menina-que-gosta-de_03.html' title=''/><author><name>Milene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294857662338813854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXpaHhLKHVE/THHDymI7w5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/PSFcI6yGDg8/S220/house+033+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXpaHhLKHVE/TC50uXjA50I/AAAAAAAAAHs/TW8NgSqMImw/s72-c/rapunzel-long-hair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028104911011060999.post-1454746930682221949</id><published>2010-07-02T01:30:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T01:49:31.143+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cultura Indiana'/><title type='text'>Holi Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXpaHhLKHVE/THG-SfqNMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YpxHvxverQI/s1600/holi3pink_1364427i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508393044196274194" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXpaHhLKHVE/THG-SfqNMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YpxHvxverQI/s400/holi3pink_1364427i.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 139px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 209px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;" Holi, ou festival das cores, é um evento popular hindu que acontece na Índia. A idéia da festa é jogar um pó colorido nos outros e em si mesmo.O evento é realizado no dia de lua cheia do mês de Phalugna. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;É o festival das cores da religião hindu, uma festa de alegria e amizade comemorada através das cores.&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas ganham cor, igualando-se na aparência. A festa é como se fosse um tipo de carnaval de rua, onde todos festejam com comidas, bebidas e música. O festival é comemorado todo ano entre fevereiro e março para celebrar a chegada da primavera no hemisfério norte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A Índia é um país de múltiplas culturas, línguas, etnias, religião e estilos de vida dentro da fé hindu, o festival Holi é uma forma de todas as diferenças serem esquecidas, provando ao mundo mais uma vez como as pessoas podem conviver em paz mesmo tendo estilo e costume diferentes. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028104911011060999-1454746930682221949?l=milene-lopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milene-lopes.blogspot.com/feeds/1454746930682221949/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milene-lopes.blogspot.com/2010/07/holi-festival.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028104911011060999/posts/default/1454746930682221949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028104911011060999/posts/default/1454746930682221949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milene-lopes.blogspot.com/2010/07/holi-festival.html' title='Holi Festival'/><author><name>Milene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294857662338813854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXpaHhLKHVE/THHDymI7w5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/PSFcI6yGDg8/S220/house+033+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXpaHhLKHVE/THG-SfqNMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YpxHvxverQI/s72-c/holi3pink_1364427i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028104911011060999.post-2516500720308302326</id><published>2010-07-01T20:14:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T00:21:16.423+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Objectivo'/><title type='text'>Meta final</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;E para quê folhear tanto livro, à procura de uma resposta ou de um caminho diferente, se olhando em frente vejo aquilo, que procuráva há tanto tempo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Desgastada e sem forças para mais, consegui. Cheguei à suposta meta que imaginava não ser capaz de alcançar ... (Fica aberto)&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/6028104911011060999-2516500720308302326?l=milene-lopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milene-lopes.blogspot.com/feeds/2516500720308302326/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milene-lopes.blogspot.com/2010/07/meta-final.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028104911011060999/posts/default/2516500720308302326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028104911011060999/posts/default/2516500720308302326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milene-lopes.blogspot.com/2010/07/meta-final.html' title='Meta final'/><author><name>Milene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294857662338813854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXpaHhLKHVE/THHDymI7w5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/PSFcI6yGDg8/S220/house+033+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028104911011060999.post-7093663138321831138</id><published>2010-07-01T15:57:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T00:40:18.228+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saudade'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 92px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488952994689827346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXpaHhLKHVE/TCytqr1NwhI/AAAAAAAAAG8/_7tBVidhuD0/s200/Foto006....jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:3000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;FÉRIAS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;VERÃO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028104911011060999-7093663138321831138?l=milene-lopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milene-lopes.blogspot.com/feeds/7093663138321831138/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milene-lopes.blogspot.com/2010/07/ferias-verao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028104911011060999/posts/default/7093663138321831138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028104911011060999/posts/default/7093663138321831138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milene-lopes.blogspot.com/2010/07/ferias-verao.html' title=''/><author><name>Milene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294857662338813854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXpaHhLKHVE/THHDymI7w5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/PSFcI6yGDg8/S220/house+033+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXpaHhLKHVE/TCytqr1NwhI/AAAAAAAAAG8/_7tBVidhuD0/s72-c/Foto006....jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028104911011060999.post-8070387085236594079</id><published>2010-07-01T13:36:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T00:30:35.787+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mudança'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXpaHhLKHVE/TCyNjjDU0YI/AAAAAAAAAGM/x_72xCsoOr4/s1600/adeus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 169px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 119px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488917687701918082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXpaHhLKHVE/TCyNjjDU0YI/AAAAAAAAAGM/x_72xCsoOr4/s200/adeus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aquela velha história volta para atormentar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e alguém aqui, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;não quer mais ficar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028104911011060999-8070387085236594079?l=milene-lopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milene-lopes.blogspot.com/feeds/8070387085236594079/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milene-lopes.blogspot.com/2010/07/aquela-velha-historia-volta-para.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028104911011060999/posts/default/8070387085236594079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028104911011060999/posts/default/8070387085236594079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milene-lopes.blogspot.com/2010/07/aquela-velha-historia-volta-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Milene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294857662338813854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXpaHhLKHVE/THHDymI7w5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/PSFcI6yGDg8/S220/house+033+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXpaHhLKHVE/TCyNjjDU0YI/AAAAAAAAAGM/x_72xCsoOr4/s72-c/adeus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028104911011060999.post-5824669552537261532</id><published>2010-06-28T13:50:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T01:49:56.759+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sentimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cultura Indiana'/><title type='text'>Taj Mahal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXpaHhLKHVE/TCx3iOtbFwI/AAAAAAAAAFk/62JScpaBo_g/s1600/taj-mahal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488893475805665026" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXpaHhLKHVE/TCx3iOtbFwI/AAAAAAAAAFk/62JScpaBo_g/s200/taj-mahal.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 157px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 278px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; Era uma vez um príncipe chamado Kurram que se enamorou por uma princesa aos 15 anos de idade. Reza a história que se cruzaram acidentalmente mas seus destinos ficaram unidos para todo o sempre. Após uma espera de 5 anos, durante os quais não se puderam ver uma única vez, a cerimónia do casamento teve lugar do ano de 1612, na qual o imperador a rebaptizou de Mumtaz Mahal ou "A eleita do palácio". O Príncipe, foi coroado em 1628 com o nome Shah Jahan, "O Rei do mundo" e governou em paz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quis o destino que Mumtaz não fosse rainha por muito tempo. Ao dar à luz o 14º filho de Shah Jahan, morreu aos aos 39 anos em 1631. O Imperador ficou tremendamente desgostoso e inconsolável e, segundo crónicas posteriores, toda a corte chorou a morte da rainha durante 2 anos. Durante esse período, não houve musica, festas ou celebrações de espécie alguma em todo o reino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shah Jahan ordenou então que fosse construído um monumento sem igual, para que o mundo jamais pudesse esquecer. Não se sabe ao certo quem foi o arquitecto, mas reuniram-se em Agra as maiores riquezas do mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028104911011060999-5824669552537261532?l=milene-lopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milene-lopes.blogspot.com/feeds/5824669552537261532/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milene-lopes.blogspot.com/2010/06/taj-mahal.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028104911011060999/posts/default/5824669552537261532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028104911011060999/posts/default/5824669552537261532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milene-lopes.blogspot.com/2010/06/taj-mahal.html' title='Taj Mahal'/><author><name>Milene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294857662338813854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXpaHhLKHVE/THHDymI7w5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/PSFcI6yGDg8/S220/house+033+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXpaHhLKHVE/TCx3iOtbFwI/AAAAAAAAAFk/62JScpaBo_g/s72-c/taj-mahal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028104911011060999.post-8300079415766052732</id><published>2010-06-08T23:27:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T01:20:13.393+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oposto'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sentimentos e emoções, &lt;em&gt;não irei esquecer&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;O sonho aconteceu&lt;/span&gt;, a história &lt;strong&gt;não&lt;/strong&gt; termina aqui!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028104911011060999-8300079415766052732?l=milene-lopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milene-lopes.blogspot.com/feeds/8300079415766052732/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milene-lopes.blogspot.com/2010/06/sentimentos-e-emocoes-nao-irei-esquecer.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028104911011060999/posts/default/8300079415766052732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028104911011060999/posts/default/8300079415766052732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milene-lopes.blogspot.com/2010/06/sentimentos-e-emocoes-nao-irei-esquecer.html' title=''/><author><name>Milene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294857662338813854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXpaHhLKHVE/THHDymI7w5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/PSFcI6yGDg8/S220/house+033+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028104911011060999.post-789964213210113017</id><published>2010-03-07T23:12:00.013+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T01:52:16.364+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arrependimento'/><title type='text'>Te Amo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;" &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se eu pudesse voltar atrás fari&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXpaHhLKHVE/TCyLMJzZSqI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ffwlqF0gUmA/s1600/casal-maos-dadas1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488915086763969186" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXpaHhLKHVE/TCyLMJzZSqI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ffwlqF0gUmA/s200/casal-maos-dadas1.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 134px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 217px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a tudo diferente&lt;/span&gt;, não te magoaria com minhas acções, tentaria diminuir o peso das minhas palavras.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não teria sido tão teimosa,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;controlaria mais meus ciúmes bobos.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não te julgarias sem provas,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não reclamaria tanto de um determinado problema na sua frente,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aproveitaria mais parte do&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;meu tempo com você.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Falaria mais sobre meus sentimentos,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;não descontaria minha raiva&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;em cima de você,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;não teria sido tão orgulhosa a ponto&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;de não te pedir perdão quando foi preciso.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Teria sido mais amiga e companheira&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;conversaria mais com você,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;sairia mais com você,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;seria eu mesma.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não esconderia nada de você.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não seria tão dura com você.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Te valorizaria mais,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;porque agora me arrependo de tudo isso! Só espero que ainda tenhamos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;chance para recomeçar... "&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028104911011060999-789964213210113017?l=milene-lopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milene-lopes.blogspot.com/feeds/789964213210113017/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milene-lopes.blogspot.com/2010/03/te-amo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028104911011060999/posts/default/789964213210113017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028104911011060999/posts/default/789964213210113017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milene-lopes.blogspot.com/2010/03/te-amo.html' title='Te Amo!'/><author><name>Milene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294857662338813854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXpaHhLKHVE/THHDymI7w5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/PSFcI6yGDg8/S220/house+033+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXpaHhLKHVE/TCyLMJzZSqI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ffwlqF0gUmA/s72-c/casal-maos-dadas1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028104911011060999.post-9019418760016134728</id><published>2010-02-07T20:28:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T01:53:00.737+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oposto'/><title type='text'>Pronuncio assim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXpaHhLKHVE/TCyLp9EG5qI/AAAAAAAAAF8/jnolhiMqZcc/s1600/030220101534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488915598740481698" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXpaHhLKHVE/TCyLp9EG5qI/AAAAAAAAAF8/jnolhiMqZcc/s200/030220101534.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 169px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 126px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;És o farol que acabou por iluminar a minha esperança, que quase ardia nas chamas da insegurança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não me deixaste cair no desespero, neste sonho tão profundo e real, trouxeste-me de novo ao de cima, pegaste-me e abraçaste-me com as tuas palavras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;uero conquistar o tempo, para quando não te sentir perto, voltar atrás e ficar contigo, até o morto ressuscitar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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/6028104911011060999-9019418760016134728?l=milene-lopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milene-lopes.blogspot.com/feeds/9019418760016134728/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milene-lopes.blogspot.com/2010/02/pronuncio-assim.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028104911011060999/posts/default/9019418760016134728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028104911011060999/posts/default/9019418760016134728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milene-lopes.blogspot.com/2010/02/pronuncio-assim.html' title='Pronuncio assim'/><author><name>Milene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294857662338813854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXpaHhLKHVE/THHDymI7w5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/PSFcI6yGDg8/S220/house+033+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXpaHhLKHVE/TCyLp9EG5qI/AAAAAAAAAF8/jnolhiMqZcc/s72-c/030220101534.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028104911011060999.post-6743163463522642915</id><published>2010-01-14T00:58:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T01:21:08.802+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deus'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXpaHhLKHVE/TCyKW-9oXWI/AAAAAAAAAFs/gQEVnRRlsdU/s1600/oracao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 140px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488914173321043298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXpaHhLKHVE/TCyKW-9oXWI/AAAAAAAAAFs/gQEVnRRlsdU/s200/oracao.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Nada te perturbe, nada te assuste, tudo passa. Deus nunca muda. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A paciência tudo alcança. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quem a Deus tem, nada lhe falta. &lt;strong&gt;Só Deus basta!&lt;/strong&gt; "&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/6028104911011060999-6743163463522642915?l=milene-lopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milene-lopes.blogspot.com/feeds/6743163463522642915/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milene-lopes.blogspot.com/2010/01/nada-te-perturbe-nada-te-assuste-tudo.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028104911011060999/posts/default/6743163463522642915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028104911011060999/posts/default/6743163463522642915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milene-lopes.blogspot.com/2010/01/nada-te-perturbe-nada-te-assuste-tudo.html' title=''/><author><name>Milene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294857662338813854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXpaHhLKHVE/THHDymI7w5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/PSFcI6yGDg8/S220/house+033+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXpaHhLKHVE/TCyKW-9oXWI/AAAAAAAAAFs/gQEVnRRlsdU/s72-c/oracao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028104911011060999.post-8792174242160537449</id><published>2010-01-14T00:54:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T00:21:54.735+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frases'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"É calando que se aprende a ouvir, é ouvindo que se aprende a falar, depois, é falando que se aprende a calar."&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/6028104911011060999-8792174242160537449?l=milene-lopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milene-lopes.blogspot.com/feeds/8792174242160537449/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milene-lopes.blogspot.com/2010/01/e-calando-que-se-aprende-ouvir-e.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028104911011060999/posts/default/8792174242160537449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028104911011060999/posts/default/8792174242160537449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milene-lopes.blogspot.com/2010/01/e-calando-que-se-aprende-ouvir-e.html' title='...'/><author><name>Milene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294857662338813854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXpaHhLKHVE/THHDymI7w5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/PSFcI6yGDg8/S220/house+033+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028104911011060999.post-8501945310221434206</id><published>2010-01-13T18:25:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T01:53:16.326+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insegurança'/><title type='text'>Solto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXpaHhLKHVE/S04EK-HOkMI/AAAAAAAAADc/F_rdp8yVcQE/s1600-h/HPIM2738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426279187546542274" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXpaHhLKHVE/S04EK-HOkMI/AAAAAAAAADc/F_rdp8yVcQE/s200/HPIM2738.JPG" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 125px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 133px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;O vento faz o meu cabelo voar, juntamente com as minhas palavras reflectidas de verdade, que são por ele guiadas até ti. Tráz-me levemente o perfume que todos os dias inspiro e me faz proclamar ajuda. Leva-me ao esquecimento e quase nem sei respirar.&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/6028104911011060999-8501945310221434206?l=milene-lopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milene-lopes.blogspot.com/feeds/8501945310221434206/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milene-lopes.blogspot.com/2010/01/solto.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028104911011060999/posts/default/8501945310221434206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028104911011060999/posts/default/8501945310221434206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milene-lopes.blogspot.com/2010/01/solto.html' title='Solto'/><author><name>Milene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294857662338813854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXpaHhLKHVE/THHDymI7w5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/PSFcI6yGDg8/S220/house+033+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXpaHhLKHVE/S04EK-HOkMI/AAAAAAAAADc/F_rdp8yVcQE/s72-c/HPIM2738.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028104911011060999.post-8773340721798989714</id><published>2010-01-11T22:24:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T01:21:38.726+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><title type='text'>Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXpaHhLKHVE/S0uYRwP17DI/AAAAAAAAADU/HvUb9PugZ-A/s1600-h/jesus_water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 165px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 138px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425597606874442802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXpaHhLKHVE/S0uYRwP17DI/AAAAAAAAADU/HvUb9PugZ-A/s200/jesus_water.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;" Guia os meus passos, na tua verdade, seja feito em mim a tua vontade. Limpa o meu ser, o meu coração, livra-me do mal, com as tuas mãos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Obrigada, eu te amo&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/6028104911011060999-8773340721798989714?l=milene-lopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milene-lopes.blogspot.com/feeds/8773340721798989714/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milene-lopes.blogspot.com/2010/01/jesus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028104911011060999/posts/default/8773340721798989714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028104911011060999/posts/default/8773340721798989714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milene-lopes.blogspot.com/2010/01/jesus.html' title='Jesus'/><author><name>Milene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294857662338813854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXpaHhLKHVE/THHDymI7w5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/PSFcI6yGDg8/S220/house+033+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXpaHhLKHVE/S0uYRwP17DI/AAAAAAAAADU/HvUb9PugZ-A/s72-c/jesus_water.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028104911011060999.post-2156802346764114643</id><published>2010-01-05T19:21:00.013+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T01:54:27.281+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Palavras'/><title type='text'>Inabaláveis?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXpaHhLKHVE/S0OGq73jl9I/AAAAAAAAACg/UidQ4pFEfaI/s1600-h/untitledrtrtrtrtwewewe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423326448467548114" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXpaHhLKHVE/S0OGq73jl9I/AAAAAAAAACg/UidQ4pFEfaI/s200/untitledrtrtrtrtwewewe.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 126px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 165px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Palavras que parecem ter mais espinhos que um roseiral inteiro. Que te levam à desilusão e te afastam do esquecimento. Atitudes que te feriram e levam-te a pensar que não saram e que ficarão para sempre marcadas, que são até inabaláveis. Nada disto é assim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Chorar pelas desgraças passadas é a maneira mais segura de atrair outras. "&lt;/strong&gt;William Shakespeare&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/6028104911011060999-2156802346764114643?l=milene-lopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milene-lopes.blogspot.com/feeds/2156802346764114643/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milene-lopes.blogspot.com/2010/01/nao-sou-assim.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028104911011060999/posts/default/2156802346764114643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028104911011060999/posts/default/2156802346764114643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milene-lopes.blogspot.com/2010/01/nao-sou-assim.html' title='Inabaláveis?'/><author><name>Milene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294857662338813854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXpaHhLKHVE/THHDymI7w5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/PSFcI6yGDg8/S220/house+033+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXpaHhLKHVE/S0OGq73jl9I/AAAAAAAAACg/UidQ4pFEfaI/s72-c/untitledrtrtrtrtwewewe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028104911011060999.post-8224628628233450586</id><published>2010-01-04T00:24:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T01:53:30.848+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><title type='text'>Mão invisível</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXpaHhLKHVE/S0EroMMuN3I/AAAAAAAAACQ/0XYI-cTYkNw/s1600-h/HPIM2706.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422663395800135538" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXpaHhLKHVE/S0EroMMuN3I/AAAAAAAAACQ/0XYI-cTYkNw/s200/HPIM2706.JPG" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 77px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 91px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não tenho muito para te dizer, mas quero muito falar-te. Muitas vezes quero justificar todos os meus erros, atitudes e o meu pecar. A alegria que passa por mim, estas palavras não a expressarão. Neste lugar que só tu podes ver, vem-me mostrar a leveza de uma consciência sã. Além das aparências, conheces os meus problemas, vês a dor, o coração aflito e o grito na garganta prestes a sair. É de noite, as dores da vida, um gemer, um grito, machucam o meu ser. Neste caminho sem fim, uma vez mais, ergo os meus olhos, não quero mais resistir. O teu amor mostra aos meus olhos que a resposta sempre chega ao amanhecer e a noite nos prepara para receber. O silêncio seduz-me, por outros rumos o meu coração me conduz, uma sombra me persegue, mesmo onde não existe luz, estás lá para me ajudar, &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;sempre de mão dada comigo, invisível.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Letras evangélicas)&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/6028104911011060999-8224628628233450586?l=milene-lopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milene-lopes.blogspot.com/feeds/8224628628233450586/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milene-lopes.blogspot.com/2010/01/mao-invisivel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028104911011060999/posts/default/8224628628233450586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028104911011060999/posts/default/8224628628233450586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milene-lopes.blogspot.com/2010/01/mao-invisivel.html' title='Mão invisível'/><author><name>Milene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294857662338813854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXpaHhLKHVE/THHDymI7w5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/PSFcI6yGDg8/S220/house+033+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXpaHhLKHVE/S0EroMMuN3I/AAAAAAAAACQ/0XYI-cTYkNw/s72-c/HPIM2706.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028104911011060999.post-8305117199088470478</id><published>2010-01-02T21:17:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T01:54:07.446+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mudança'/><title type='text'>Já é tempo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXpaHhLKHVE/Sz-xyRB-flI/AAAAAAAAABw/y-LZmMxJhpw/s1600-h/061020091377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422247953500634706" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXpaHhLKHVE/Sz-xyRB-flI/AAAAAAAAABw/y-LZmMxJhpw/s200/061020091377.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 136px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 156px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;E agora? É tempo de mudanças! "Cada minuto que passa é um milagre que não se repete." Ao saber disto, não seria consciente mudar um pouco? Mas não, continuo igual (...) é constante. Ignorar o que se passa. É ano novo, em vez de manter esta decisão de ser assim, teimosa, quero e vou mudar, passar com uma borracha em tudo o que me atormentar e, perdoar. Viver com o presente no pensamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;É só isto... para o início da mudança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028104911011060999-8305117199088470478?l=milene-lopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milene-lopes.blogspot.com/feeds/8305117199088470478/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milene-lopes.blogspot.com/2010/01/ja-e-tempo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028104911011060999/posts/default/8305117199088470478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028104911011060999/posts/default/8305117199088470478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milene-lopes.blogspot.com/2010/01/ja-e-tempo.html' title='Já é tempo...'/><author><name>Milene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294857662338813854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXpaHhLKHVE/THHDymI7w5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/PSFcI6yGDg8/S220/house+033+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXpaHhLKHVE/Sz-xyRB-flI/AAAAAAAAABw/y-LZmMxJhpw/s72-c/061020091377.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028104911011060999.post-1836501138033708734</id><published>2010-01-02T20:53:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T00:30:20.127+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mudança'/><title type='text'>Passagem de ano 2009/2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXpaHhLKHVE/Sz-lcbc6yxI/AAAAAAAAABg/KLvBs2eCVHM/s1600-h/010120101507.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 376px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 177px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422234384201337618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXpaHhLKHVE/Sz-lcbc6yxI/AAAAAAAAABg/KLvBs2eCVHM/s200/010120101507.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;Foi, ficou, marcou e completou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028104911011060999-1836501138033708734?l=milene-lopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milene-lopes.blogspot.com/feeds/1836501138033708734/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milene-lopes.blogspot.com/2010/01/passagem-de-ano-20092010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028104911011060999/posts/default/1836501138033708734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028104911011060999/posts/default/1836501138033708734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milene-lopes.blogspot.com/2010/01/passagem-de-ano-20092010.html' title='Passagem de ano 2009/2010'/><author><name>Milene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294857662338813854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXpaHhLKHVE/THHDymI7w5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/PSFcI6yGDg8/S220/house+033+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXpaHhLKHVE/Sz-lcbc6yxI/AAAAAAAAABg/KLvBs2eCVHM/s72-c/010120101507.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028104911011060999.post-2886278127256941816</id><published>2009-12-31T19:16:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T01:54:50.387+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lembrança'/><title type='text'>2009...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXpaHhLKHVE/SzzvWIuVm3I/AAAAAAAAABY/Ch-xby4SlXA/s1600-h/070101_ano-novo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421471215025232754" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXpaHhLKHVE/SzzvWIuVm3I/AAAAAAAAABY/Ch-xby4SlXA/s320/070101_ano-novo.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 175px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 214px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;... e uma vez mais, assisto ao fim do ano. Relembro-o, guardo-o e sinto-o dentro do meu espírito. Experiências, descobertas, vitórias, derrotas, muitas lutas e conquistas, marcam este ano. Os abraços sentidos, dados, apertados, todos os olhares, todas as lágrimas, dores, dúvidas, certezas e todos os momentos eternos e mais momentos, transmitidos e recebidos neste ano, ficarão uma vez mais em meu pensamento, onde os guardarei. Entrarei no ano novo, cheia deles, vou partir com o meu rosto iluminado de lembranças, felizes. Esperando dias de paz, alegres e cheios de amor. Já é tarde, pouco falta, os segundos desaparecem, os minutos correm e as horas quase não dou por elas. Aproxima-se o champanhe aberto, as doze passas comidas, parece que o fogo de artificio se encontra a minha frente a anunciar o ano novo. E, que mais dizer de uma noite como esta que nos aguarda presentemente? Nada, apenas palavras que não igualam à nossa euforia durante toda a noite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;Próspero ano novo, para todos* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;E aqui ficará o ultimo texto de 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028104911011060999-2886278127256941816?l=milene-lopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milene-lopes.blogspot.com/feeds/2886278127256941816/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milene-lopes.blogspot.com/2009/12/2009.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028104911011060999/posts/default/2886278127256941816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028104911011060999/posts/default/2886278127256941816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milene-lopes.blogspot.com/2009/12/2009.html' title='2009...'/><author><name>Milene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294857662338813854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXpaHhLKHVE/THHDymI7w5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/PSFcI6yGDg8/S220/house+033+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXpaHhLKHVE/SzzvWIuVm3I/AAAAAAAAABY/Ch-xby4SlXA/s72-c/070101_ano-novo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028104911011060999.post-5055638231781024225</id><published>2009-12-30T15:45:00.016+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T01:55:17.613+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insegurança'/><title type='text'>Um mundo só nosso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;Dizes que me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXpaHhLKHVE/TC83c02G_jI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-FizMzQJlyg/s1600/Rapunzel-Unbraided%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489667439149383218" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXpaHhLKHVE/TC83c02G_jI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-FizMzQJlyg/s320/Rapunzel-Unbraided%5B1%5D.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 257px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 206px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt; amas, quando de ti não sei mais que esperar. Tentas convencer-me de que sou só eu, &lt;em&gt;quando sei que existe out&lt;/em&gt;ra. Sinto cá dentro que cada vez mais, esta relação se está a distanciar. Este romance está perto do fim, a tua boca diz que nao, mas o teu coração avisa o contrário. Sinto-me insegura, pensas que complico? Pelo contrário, só queria acordar e sentir-te meu, estares sob o meu olhar, a escutar todas as minhas palavras, que transmitem a minha dor e descontenção, ver-te e olhar para mim e partilhar segredos comigo. Fazeres-me elevar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt; para outro mundo, um mundo só nosso. Onde não existisse ninguém para nos atormentar ou interferir na nossa relação. Se é que lhe posso chamar relação. Deixaste-te levar por mentiras e quase deste fim a tudo. Se é para arriscarmos de novo, é para ser com o coração, tens que me mostrar que vale a pena e que queres realmente. E aí, vamos poder concretizar tudo o que falámos, partilhámos e sonhámos juntos. Ignorar tudo e todos.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #339999; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #339999; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff99ff;"&gt;Ter um mundo só nosso, entendes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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/6028104911011060999-5055638231781024225?l=milene-lopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milene-lopes.blogspot.com/feeds/5055638231781024225/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milene-lopes.blogspot.com/2009/12/um-mundo-so-nosso.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028104911011060999/posts/default/5055638231781024225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028104911011060999/posts/default/5055638231781024225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milene-lopes.blogspot.com/2009/12/um-mundo-so-nosso.html' title='Um mundo só nosso'/><author><name>Milene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294857662338813854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXpaHhLKHVE/THHDymI7w5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/PSFcI6yGDg8/S220/house+033+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXpaHhLKHVE/TC83c02G_jI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-FizMzQJlyg/s72-c/Rapunzel-Unbraided%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6028104911011060999.post-5744170393614952489</id><published>2009-12-30T00:55:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T01:55:34.981+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arrependimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ódio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sentimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oposto'/><title type='text'>Palavras sentidas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXpaHhLKHVE/TC84sgHuUVI/AAAAAAAAAH8/j6JxGdk_0lk/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489668807975653714" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXpaHhLKHVE/TC84sgHuUVI/AAAAAAAAAH8/j6JxGdk_0lk/s400/untitled.bmp" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 230px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 237px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hoje, como nunca antes, acordei com uma sensação estranha, levando-me a pensamentos complicados e conclusões que me encheram de dúvida e tristeza. Foi uma noite mal passada, cheia de palavras negativas que me conduziram a perder toda a força e vontade que antes tinha. Nesta noite, as tais palavras ditas por ti, levaram-me a uma vida distinta, porque permanecias em mim, apesar de pensares o contrário. Levaram-me por um caminho que parecia não ter fim, sem sentido algum, sentindo que todos estes factos eram reais, na minha vida, apenas me deixei guiar por um espírito de desilusão, que não conseguia responder às minhas perguntas. Pensava eu que estava bem, antes de aquela sensação me envolver e me deixar perdida, sem saber qual o rumo que tinha que dar à minha vida. Causaste em mim sensações estranhas, perdi-me em pensamentos tristes. Tudo isto, aos poucos e poucos, ia-me tirando o sorriso, a vontade de caminhar. Entendi, como os outros falavam de como se sentiam mal por passarem por momentos ainda piores que este, antes não percebia o porque desse mau estar, agora sim. Sem saber o que dizer em relação ao que aconteceu exactamente, vem-me ao pensamento as tais palavras ditas, sentidas e jamais esquecidas em momento algum, que me fazem respirar fundo e sentir o desespero em mim. Ando perdida, sem saber o que fazer, serei forte ao ponto de ignorar e seguir? Não, sou forte ao ponto de seguir, mas nunca ignorar. A importância que te estou a dar, não a mereces, posso ter realizado na minha vida acções piores, mas palavras como aquelas nunca tas transmiti.&lt;br /&gt;Ontem, depois das mensagens, pensei e só desejava que na manhã seguinte, tudo mudasse, que viesse ao de cima um momento melhor, onde eu me perdesse em palavras sentidas, em palavras firmes e palavras realizadas. Pensar que não estava no caminho errado, sozinha e perdida e que percebesses que estávamos juntos e no caminho certo, com saída.&lt;br /&gt;Tinha desistido de ti após aquelas palavras entrarem na minha mente, e se apoderarem da minha vontade. Somente desejava estar no meu cantinho sossegada, e pensar em possíveis respostas que correspondessem às minhas perguntas que permaneciam sem elas. Afastada de ti, por ti, apenas me encontrava aconchegada com a desilusão, permaneci assim, durante algumas horas. Horas essas, que até agora, posso afirmar que foram as piores, superaram quaisquer outras e me situaram em algo realmente novo.&lt;br /&gt;Passaram-se algumas horas e a história mudou de rumo, completamente. Apesar de ainda não ter respostas para aquelas palavras, sinto-me bem, “de novo contigo”. Voltei a sentir-te perto e comigo. Aquelas palavras originaram consequências positivas e negativas, mas vieram-nos mostrar, outra vez, que o amor sempre é possível e alcançável quando o queremos realmente. E assim, recordando aqueles momentos, transformando-os em palavras, permitiu-me sentir-me novamente. Apenas quero que sejas tu a minha verdade, a minha loucura, delírio e tranquilidade. Estares sempre comigo e eu contigo. Agora resta-nos lutar, esperar e pensar. Quero chegar ao fim, onde tu sejas a personagem principal, juntamente comigo. Porque me ensinaste a viver com amor e cada vez que estou longe ti, tudo fica longe, as estrelas não brilham e o sol nem luz dá, e tudo deixa de existir.&lt;br /&gt;Nego perder-te! &lt;em&gt;O tal final… dentro de mim.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vamos deixar as estrelas nos guiarem.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6028104911011060999-5744170393614952489?l=milene-lopes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milene-lopes.blogspot.com/feeds/5744170393614952489/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milene-lopes.blogspot.com/2009/12/hoje-como-nunca-antes-acordei-com-uma.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028104911011060999/posts/default/5744170393614952489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6028104911011060999/posts/default/5744170393614952489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milene-lopes.blogspot.com/2009/12/hoje-como-nunca-antes-acordei-com-uma.html' title='Palavras sentidas'/><author><name>Milene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15294857662338813854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXpaHhLKHVE/THHDymI7w5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/PSFcI6yGDg8/S220/house+033+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXpaHhLKHVE/TC84sgHuUVI/AAAAAAAAAH8/j6JxGdk_0lk/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
