<?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-20846240</id><updated>2011-08-26T13:37:57.788+01:00</updated><category term='quq'/><title type='text'>Basta Acreditar</title><subtitle type='html'>Esta é a minha frase de eleição e a que, de alguma maneira me define. 
Como seria a nossa vida se não acreditassemos que somos alguem?? 
Podemos não ser nada no mundo, mas podemos ser o mundo de alguém.E acredito que os melhores momentos que temos na vida, são aqueles que levam mais tempo a acabar, a realizar, a concretizar... enfim.. tinha aqui um leque de coisas para enumerar!Na verdade, a vida sem luta não seria vida, mas sim um mero comodismo da realidade</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>192</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-4356112119755039892</id><published>2009-12-23T03:03:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-12-23T03:12:59.738Z</updated><title type='text'>... perdi ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Hoje abri e fechei N páginas...Hoje senti um arrepio só de imaginar que me perdi e já não sei onde deixei aquela paixão... Não há calor, nem Sol, nem brisa... só chuva, trovoada, frio, vento intenso e muitas nuvens que pairam nas nossas cabeças...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Porquê que não agarrámos a felicidade quando podíamos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;O quê que não dei ? ou não fiz? são demasiadas perguntas retóricas que agora não vale a pena, já não fazem sentido porque a resposta nunca mais a vou encontrar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Perdi, mais uma vez perdi.. Mas gostei do dia que senti a tua mão, senti os teus lábios no meu rosto, os teus braços, o teu colo... Hoje não quero mais sentir isso nem de ti nem de ninguém, hoje morri para um mundo que cansei de percorrer e conhecer, hoje fecho-me em mim e só quero saber mais de mim e encontrar-me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Não há amor, nem paixão, nem dia...só noite e tempestade!!&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/20846240-4356112119755039892?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/4356112119755039892/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=4356112119755039892' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/4356112119755039892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/4356112119755039892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2009/12/perdi.html' title='... perdi ...'/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-5675241888824775652</id><published>2009-10-25T18:40:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-10-25T19:55:21.247Z</updated><title type='text'>Mudança</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um dia acordas e aquilo que achavas ser, já não é...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aquilo que sentias, não passa disso mesmo, já foi, já não sentes...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Todos os nossos sentimentos mudam e só nos faz sentir bem...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Agora sinto-me melhor que ontem, agora sou mais feliz por já não sentir aquele arrepio, por não sentir aquele frio ou como alguém chama: " já não sinto as borboletas"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje sou mais eu e um dia vou perceber o erro que foi perder todo este tempo para nada, perdi e deixei escapar algumas coisas... Mas nunca é tarde e basta acreditar que um dia outra porta vai se abrir! Mais uma vez aprendi a seguir em frente com os tropeções que vou mandando, com as indirectas negativas que vou recebendo!! Foi um erro meu que já não existe mais foi só mais um em tantos que já dei, mas sim agora sinto-me bem melhor porque esqueci e apaguei tudo o que achava ser possível e que não foi... Não estava a sentir-me bem com a indiferença e foi isso que me levou arrumar este assunto mesmo antes de nos sentarmos alguma vez para conversar!! Não sei lidar com a indiferença e sou muito mais do que isso...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Um dia, quando olhar para trás, talvez recorde que já gostei de ti, e que ignoraste de maneira tão seca, mas hoje sou feliz porque já não gosto mais!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20846240-5675241888824775652?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/5675241888824775652/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=5675241888824775652' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/5675241888824775652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/5675241888824775652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2009/10/mudanca.html' title='Mudança'/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-5601065292265333976</id><published>2009-09-26T23:33:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T23:44:52.470+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um outro Eu?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;não bastam palavras, não bastam expressões, mas sim atitudes..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Basta acreditar que as coisas mudam um dia, se formos nós a mudar... Um dia pode mudar o resto dos dias, e esses dias podem ser bem melhores!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já não há mais reflexões, já não há mais espera...há sim uma atitude!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cansaço, exaustão, silêncios que caem em saco roto, no vazio mais profundo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já não quero mais sonhar, quero viver uma relidade que se aproxime ainda mais... Já não espero pelo fim dos silêncios, não quero mais aguardar por respostas, por vazios e silêncios que nunca mais terminam, vou voar, viajar e mudar de mim  para um eu mais completo e com significado...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adeus à monotonia, à rotina, aos dias sem motivo, quero voar ainda mais e perceber que ainda tenho muito a descobrir... Quero o amor de vida e sim isto quer dizer, quero ter vida com significado e sentido!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já foi tudo com o vento, agora volta aquela brisa de fim de tarde que se cola, abraça e não se solta como de um vírus se tratasse, mas este não mata, só magoa!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;e continuo nas certezas que não sei explicar, nem abrir... mas que são certas, eu conheço-as mas não sei dizer melhor, não sei expôr com outro sentido ou significado!! isto sou eu...&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/20846240-5601065292265333976?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/5601065292265333976/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=5601065292265333976' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/5601065292265333976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/5601065292265333976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2009/09/um-outro-eu.html' title='Um outro Eu?'/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-5999974418693758150</id><published>2009-09-02T21:14:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T21:38:56.921+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ar de mim!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nem tudo tem mel, mas às vezes há conversas necessárias e que nos transportam para aquelas aventuras vividas... A noite foi propícia a esse reencontro com o passado recente... Por momentos quis não acordar, para não sair do colo que me deu a vida que procurava há algum tempo... Mas por outro havia algo que me levava dali para fora, não quis sair, mas não quis ficar também!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foi simples e completo como qualquer início de noite que já passamos... mas ontem foi diferente!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sei explicar sim, sei que já não vivo desse calor que um dia foi o meu também...senti que era apenas teu para mim, mas o meu "eu" não quis sentir... Aquele sabor de início de noite que tantas vezes nos abraçou até de manhã ontem não fez qualquer sentido, para mim!&lt;br /&gt;Mas devia ter feito, porque um dia esse "calor" fez-me bem... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não quero mais vivê-lo,não quero mais acordar... Mas quero sentir mais do que hoje sinto!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/20846240-5999974418693758150?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/5999974418693758150/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=5999974418693758150' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/5999974418693758150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/5999974418693758150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2009/09/ar-de-mim.html' title='Ar de mim!'/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-4670518493386149659</id><published>2009-08-18T00:34:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T00:43:10.571+01:00</updated><title type='text'>amanhã e depois...depois</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;Porque amanhã é sempre outro dia... E porque o amanhã nunca mais chega... As dúvidas continuam e insistem em marcar presença no céu azul, claro, escondido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;E porque ninguém sabe o amanhã, só eu desconheço o que é o fim!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;Há ainda "fantasmas" que me perseguem, que aborrecem, criam aquele mal estar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;Há ainda a incerteza do amanhã que é hoje e é também o depois do depois de amanhã...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;só queria ser uma folha de papel e escrever o "amanhã" entre linhas azuis com uma sombra vermelha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;e nada disto continua a fazer sentido...eu sei!!&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/20846240-4670518493386149659?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/4670518493386149659/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=4670518493386149659' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/4670518493386149659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/4670518493386149659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2009/08/amanha-e-depoisdepois.html' title='amanhã e depois...depois'/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-2431015427493202302</id><published>2009-08-11T00:53:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T01:06:05.700+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Sento-me, olho em volta e escrevo...Escrevo tudo o que me apetce dizer, depois paro e ligo a música e paro naquela música que me deixa colada... E volto a parar, pensar se devo dizer o que escrevo, depois pergunto... Porquê dizer se ninguém precisa de ouvir isto ou aquilo, se tu não vais ouvir o que digo? (...) Volto a olhar em volta, julgo estar sozinha mas não estou, tenho letras e palavras que não falam só enchem o papel...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;É tudo feito de reticências sem pontos, sem paragens sem jeito...sem...nem sei bem, porque tudo faz sentido, mas nada está realmente visível... Mais um tempo, menos tempo...Mais um sorriso, mais um dia escondido por sombras de um dia sem passado, só com presente em que o futuro é somente o futuro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;percorre ainda aquela complexidade de não dizer o que escrevo e de guardar cada palavra e cada gesto que observo... Um dia explico tal complexidade, o quanto é dificil abri a porta fechada...&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/20846240-2431015427493202302?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/2431015427493202302/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=2431015427493202302' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/2431015427493202302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/2431015427493202302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-8307063565448816519</id><published>2009-07-16T01:29:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T01:33:38.618+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Há coisas más, muito más e coisas péssimas!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;há coisas que não deviam existir, se existem é porque não são coisas, nem nada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;São péssimas...são absurdas, são obscuras, são NADA..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;São Nada mas são Tudo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;é tão absurdo como o que escrevi aqui, mas é o absurdo da realidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20846240-8307063565448816519?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/8307063565448816519/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=8307063565448816519' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/8307063565448816519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/8307063565448816519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2009/07/ha-coisas-mas-muito-mas-e-coisas.html' title=''/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-2509595034685110863</id><published>2009-07-13T02:45:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T02:48:58.900+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lágrimas ocultas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se me ponho a cismar em outras eras&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Em que ri e cantei, em que era querida,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Parece-me que foi noutras esferas,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Parece-me que foi numa outra vida...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E a minha triste boca dolorida,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que dantes tinha o rir das primaveras,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esbate as linhas graves e severas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E cai num abandono de esquecida!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E fico, pensativa, olhando o vago...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Toma a brandura plácida dum lago&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O meu rosto de monja de marfim...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E as lágrimas que choro, branca e calma,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ninguém as vê brotar dentro da alma!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ninguém as vê cair dentro de mim!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Florbela Espanca...quem me conhece sabe que gosto...muito =)&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/20846240-2509595034685110863?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/2509595034685110863/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=2509595034685110863' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/2509595034685110863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/2509595034685110863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2009/07/lagrimas-ocultas.html' title='Lágrimas ocultas'/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-8722464989681771539</id><published>2009-07-09T03:51:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T04:01:48.904+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nem Tudo é simples</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;Nem sempre é fácil esconder o que vai dentro do "coração", sim entre aspas porque não é ele que tem... Coração é algo que arrajamos como local de desculpa para guardarmos os sentimentos que não deitamos para fora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;"Amor" é simples de escrever mas complicado de dizer... Falar baixinho, tropeções, encenações, tentativas de falar não servem para o dizer mas demonstram que o queremos dizer isso que não é fácil de expressar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;Porquê que é complicado? Por medo de mais uma queda no inseguro, por saber que pode não soar bem e ser ignorado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;Também Amor está entre aspas porque não é de amor que se fala, mas aquele ar de quem quer aparecer e não queremos deixar... é mesmo complicado de explicar às vezes o que sentimos realmente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;Ficam guardados todos os passos que se dão, por mais insignificantes que te pareçam, ficam perpetuados e vincados cada um dos gestos ou momentos que vão marcando aquele "dia"... Fica no ar "aquele" sorriso e aquelas palavras que não são ditas em voz alta, mas são descritas de forma indirecta ou directa entre a tinta que corre na folha de papel que ontem estava em branco e que hoje ganhou significado!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;Não há nada de palavras bonitas aqui, apenas um devaneio ou um desabafo ou uma simples passagem e tentativa de acordar para a vida e sentir que estou viva e que ainda, pelo menos consigo escrever o que por vezes não digo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;A cor nestas palavras são absurdas, porque nenhuma cor define...o que se calhar não tem definição, nem sentido!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20846240-8722464989681771539?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/8722464989681771539/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=8722464989681771539' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/8722464989681771539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/8722464989681771539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2009/07/nem-tudo-e-simples.html' title='Nem Tudo é simples'/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-429501184982142260</id><published>2009-06-21T03:21:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T03:39:29.778+01:00</updated><title type='text'>próxima paragem ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/Sj2dNDeb1bI/AAAAAAAAAW0/3MLVMmuMj4Q/s1600-h/DSC05410_mod.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349604779982837170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/Sj2dNDeb1bI/AAAAAAAAAW0/3MLVMmuMj4Q/s200/DSC05410_mod.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Paro, ando e sigo mais uma vez...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Está para terminar mais um ano, mais uma etapa vivida, mas que não foi, se calhar, bem conseguida!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Voltam os medos, as incertezas, as absolutidades da vida inconsistentes... A matéria, um olhar que vai se eternizar... Mais um sonho que chega mais um vida que se encerra... um tempo que vive com uma intensidade quase completa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Vãi rular nuvens pela encosta recortada e com recortes de momentos enfeitados de várias cores: cinzento, rosa, vermelho, roxo, preto e branco, uma singularidade particular que se solta do tempo e recomeça mais uma busca incansável!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um tempo de incertezas, uma tempestade de sabores e delícias continuas sem tempo para descobrir a existência perdida, nas memórias do tempo!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vamos encerrar mais um capítulo de memórias e histórias sem fim e que se misturam com o obscuro do tempo que se vai perdendo por entre as sombras...&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/20846240-429501184982142260?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/429501184982142260/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=429501184982142260' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/429501184982142260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/429501184982142260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2009/06/proxima-paragem.html' title='próxima paragem ...'/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/Sj2dNDeb1bI/AAAAAAAAAW0/3MLVMmuMj4Q/s72-c/DSC05410_mod.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-3925377134694851084</id><published>2009-06-09T03:15:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T03:36:13.773+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;só por hoje apetecia-me entregar os pontos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;saltar para fora do barco,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;deixar que ele remasse com o sentido que quisesse, mas comigo fora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;longe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bem longe, mesmo no meu horizonte&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so queria voltar ao tempo, ao que perdi, às coisas com sentido e sentidas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;voltar a ter o que tinha e que sempre tive...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;só quero um tempo para mim, e para voltar a me encontrar&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/20846240-3925377134694851084?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/3925377134694851084/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=3925377134694851084' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/3925377134694851084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/3925377134694851084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-por-hoje-apetecia-me-entregar-os.html' title=''/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-3224945915034239563</id><published>2009-05-26T03:52:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T04:00:06.274+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Apetece-me gritar até chegar bem longe, ao mais profundo de ti....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;apetece-me acordar num mundo que não existe e esperar que acordes e percebas que o teu mundo já te fugiu há muito tempo, e que sem ele já não sobrevives...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero te dizer adeus bem cá no fundo de cena par que a tua face nao se aproxime muito da minha existência incerta &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Preciso de seguir o meu rumo e não voltar a dar valor ao que está esquecido bem lá atrás, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;preciso de soltar aquele grito para que ouças e compreendas que um dia já não vais ter a tua vida contigo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um dia olharás para trás e perdeste o olhar da doce criança que tinhas antes de te perderes"&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/20846240-3224945915034239563?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/3224945915034239563/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=3224945915034239563' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/3224945915034239563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/3224945915034239563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2009/05/apetece-me-gritar-ate-chegar-bem-longe.html' title=''/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-3563279388723645887</id><published>2009-04-22T03:04:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T03:13:58.185+01:00</updated><title type='text'>obstáculo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/Se59Gg_iX7I/AAAAAAAAAWs/pXVLf-22n_w/s1600-h/DSC05007_mod.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327332960114991026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/Se59Gg_iX7I/AAAAAAAAAWs/pXVLf-22n_w/s200/DSC05007_mod.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Era tão bom, às vezes, nem ouvir a nossa própria voz...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vou me ausentar da existencia complexa constante que viaja por terras próximas de um certo destino...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;São situações absolutas e incertas que deitam por terra tudo o que envolve uma existência de seres que não se encontram num só ponto...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É tudo um misto de querer e não querer,  ter e não saber se quer ter...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo isto não passa de uma grande falta de espaço e quando o tenho não o sei valorizar na determinada altura... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;consicências perdidas por terras de inocentes que se curvam como o vento que contorna&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;obstaculos&lt;/strong&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/20846240-3563279388723645887?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/3563279388723645887/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=3563279388723645887' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/3563279388723645887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/3563279388723645887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2009/04/obstaculo.html' title='obstáculo!'/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/Se59Gg_iX7I/AAAAAAAAAWs/pXVLf-22n_w/s72-c/DSC05007_mod.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-1571444058788827082</id><published>2009-03-30T00:35:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T00:44:37.811+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Há dias em que me apetece deitar tudo para o ar e esperar que caia em cima de alguém...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Todas as nuvens são passageiras, tudo na vida é efemero, mas nem tudo sobrevive mesmo que seja por pouco tempo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nem tudo são rosas, nem tudo é simples...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Olha no espelho e grita o que te vai na alma, por vezes só mesmo ele é que consegue intrpretar o que vai aí dentro, o que te sufoca!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não dizer nunca é mais fácil que o fazer!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não quero ver mais aquele horizonte que está bem longe do alcance que tão perto costuma estar!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E agora? onde vou? o que faço para encontrar o que perdi?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nada...o que se perde, um dia se recupera!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20846240-1571444058788827082?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/1571444058788827082/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=1571444058788827082' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/1571444058788827082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/1571444058788827082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2009/03/ha-dias-em-que-me-apetece-deitar-tudo.html' title=''/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-1953795690724639346</id><published>2009-03-23T02:21:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-23T02:30:12.089Z</updated><title type='text'>Mais noite, menos noite</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Entre uma mão e outra...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um beijo e um minuto a mais que se perde... entre o tempo e o vento.. a brisa, o sol, os dias vão passando..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já são meses, afinal não são dias..já foram noites e não mais do que noites sem horas... manhãs em que o Sol acorda com a breve vinda de um rosto que se desmancha na face branca de uma primaveira que chega e de um inverno que parte...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vai e não voltes, tempestade em turbilhão, como a chama de um dia de Sol incandescente que cega como uma oportunidade que se deleita ao meu lado, e que esconde como se dela tivesse medo"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20846240-1953795690724639346?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/1953795690724639346/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=1953795690724639346' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/1953795690724639346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/1953795690724639346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2009/03/entre-uma-mao-e-outra.html' title='Mais noite, menos noite'/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-7279829267440177968</id><published>2009-02-23T00:13:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-23T01:08:22.569Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hoje as páginas do tempo voaram a minha frente, tudo na direcção errada...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hoje senti mais do que ontem a falta do elemento chave para completar o meu dia, do elemento crucial para preeencher a tarde;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;senti o ar de ti entre o meu cigarro,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;senti a mensagem escrita ao ouvido com a tua voz...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;senti as tuas mãos naquele gesto de carinho de fim de noite, uma imagem quase tão perfeita não fosse ter acordado e despistado toda atenção para a realidade...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hoje vi o teu perfume na minha mão, com aquele toque suave do teu rosto no meu...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hoje voei nas curvas da noite&lt;/em&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/20846240-7279829267440177968?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/7279829267440177968/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=7279829267440177968' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/7279829267440177968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/7279829267440177968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2009/02/hoje-as-paginas-do-tempo-voaram-minha.html' title=''/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-3867252105466320000</id><published>2009-01-20T01:49:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-20T01:54:31.994Z</updated><title type='text'>nem sei bem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;faltam-me fragmentos que andam soltos e me completam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;falta-me tempo para divagar sobre a existência de existir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;falta-me algo que nem sei bem o quê, mas faz me falta aquele dia, aquela noite em que ambos se cruzaram num so momento...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;falta-me paciência para alimentar mais um dia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;falta-me vagar para ter dias maus,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;falta-me capacidade para albergar tudo em mim mesma e não soltar uns quantos gritos para fora&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;falta-me descobrir o que faço aqui,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;falta-me descobrir quem és&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;falta-me chorar quando devo chorar, porque elas secam e só tenho sorrisos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;falta-me tudo, mas não me falta nada&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/20846240-3867252105466320000?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/3867252105466320000/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=3867252105466320000' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/3867252105466320000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/3867252105466320000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2009/01/nem-sei-bem.html' title='nem sei bem...'/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-1265282908850586144</id><published>2008-12-27T00:56:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-12-27T01:17:23.770Z</updated><title type='text'>Perfeito, Perfeito....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perfeitoooo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não sei explicar porquê, mas hoje esta tudo tão perfeito para mim...até podia estar a chover que eu diria "o dia está perfeito!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gosto de me sentir assim, de achar a perfeição dos dias em cada um desses traços soltos não sei bem onde...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Até acho perfeita a indefinição da vida, não sei porquê mas acho, ta tudo tão "perfeito"... até os tropeções que dei foram perfeitos para crescer e me sentir assim, bem, muito bem!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Até acho perfeito o dia de amanhã e depois de amanhã...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;Não sei porquê mas tou bem, e acho tudo perfeito=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;perfeito, perfeito, pefeito...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20846240-1265282908850586144?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/1265282908850586144/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=1265282908850586144' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/1265282908850586144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/1265282908850586144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2008/12/perfeito-perfeito.html' title='Perfeito, Perfeito....'/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-2493432503984146641</id><published>2008-12-16T02:31:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-16T02:38:20.305Z</updated><title type='text'>o fim de uma longa espera</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O dia de hoje é bem reflexo de que sem luta nada feito. Agradeço à minha teimosia e de acreditar que tudo é possível se hoje me sinto bem, feliz e quase realizada. Continuo a dizer Basta Acreditar... tudo mas mesmo tudo é possível...quando menos esperamos tudo acontece, quanto menos apostamos no lado positivo das coisas e mesmo assim acreditamos, elas acontecem, elas dão frutos!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pena que nem tudo na vida assim seja, às vezes nem mesmo com luta lá chegamos, nem mesmo um gesto consegue mudar coisas absurdas e simples da vida...mas acredito que tudo será rosa um dia ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20846240-2493432503984146641?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/2493432503984146641/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=2493432503984146641' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/2493432503984146641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/2493432503984146641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2008/12/o-dia-de-hoje-bem-reflexo-de-que-sem.html' title='o fim de uma longa espera'/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-2172225453596324030</id><published>2008-12-09T01:28:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:34:30.132Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Às vezes acordo para a vida e penso...mas que raio de vida é esta?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tanto impasse não sei para quê...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tanta espera que não dá em nada, mas que até dá em tudo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tanta ausência que no fundo ta tudo sempre presente...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tanta incerteza no amanhã, no depois e até mesmo no hoje e no ontem... Porquê que todas estas incertezas existem?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para quê tanto ponto de interrogação quando no fim tudo acaba bem!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não percebo nada disto, queria tanto saltar para aquele mundo cor-de-rosa que só eu idealizo, só eu tenho...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Mesmo assim vou sorrindo sempre, porque a final a vida existe e eu tenho uma;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20846240-2172225453596324030?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/2172225453596324030/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=2172225453596324030' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/2172225453596324030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/2172225453596324030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2008/12/s-vezes-acordo-para-vida-e-penso.html' title=''/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-7272083698023895615</id><published>2008-11-30T13:44:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-30T13:56:39.639Z</updated><title type='text'>frio, muito frio...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Acredito que um dia tudo será mais fácil, que um dia o Sol vai entrar e varrer a escuridão que está muito vincada aos momentos partidos... Até lá vou sonhando acordada com o dia do Sol sem chuva, do Inverno sem Frio, do fogo aberto à vida na esperança de aquecer sentimentos e saudades que são mais que muitas...Às vezes gostava de voltar a ser criança para não pensar tanto nos dilemas que dividem o percurso de uma vida complexa e atribulada! Gostava de ser criança para poder ser sufocada em calor, protegida até à minima fagulha de tristeza que às vezes nos invade sem darmos conta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Acredito que um dia deixarei de sufocar tanto como sufoco hoje, como sufoquei ontem, e anteontem e mais atrás ainda, porque no fundo o ar já não chega para arejar, o ar sufoca cada vez mais e mais e mais...sem nunca perceber quando deixará de o fazer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Acredito que um dia sairei do sufoco e nunca mais voltarei a pisa-lo, como também acredito que tudo isto me ajudou a crescer mais um pouco, mas se assim continuar a crescer nunca mais vou conseguir acompanhar o mundo que me rodeia por ser tão retardado. Sinto que um dia o mundo deixará de girar em torno de fantasias e esse abraço que um dia se estendeu e me agarrou vai voltar...&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/20846240-7272083698023895615?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/7272083698023895615/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=7272083698023895615' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/7272083698023895615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/7272083698023895615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2008/11/frio-muito-frio.html' title='frio, muito frio...'/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-8435306991145688772</id><published>2008-11-15T02:08:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-15T02:19:34.395Z</updated><title type='text'>nem sempre</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Por vezes nem tudo o que parece é;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Nem tudo o que dizemos é o que queremos realmente dizer;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Nem tudo o que sentimos nos sai em palavras;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Nem tudo o que guardamos só para nós nos sai na hora mais acertada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;nem tudo é fácil, nem tudo é dificil...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;são tudo dias, horas, minutos....constantes mudanças repentinas na evolução da vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;é tudo dor e alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;é tudo incerteza do amanhã!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20846240-8435306991145688772?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/8435306991145688772/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=8435306991145688772' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/8435306991145688772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/8435306991145688772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2008/11/nem-sempre.html' title='nem sempre'/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-1920140770795209689</id><published>2008-11-08T01:41:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-08T01:49:26.526Z</updated><title type='text'>espaço sem espaço</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenho um vazio, mas por outro lado estou preenchida;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinto falta de ter, mas por outro já tenho;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Preciso de me encontrar, mas já fui encontrada;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#333399;"&gt;Falta-me qualquer coisa, mas tenho tudo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Há espaços em branco da nossa vida que não sabemos justificar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;hum...acho que encontrei um espaço negro...e nem sei quando vai ficar preenchido! Mas será que já não está?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Porque há coisas complexas... uma delas sou eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20846240-1920140770795209689?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/1920140770795209689/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=1920140770795209689' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/1920140770795209689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/1920140770795209689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2008/11/espao-sem-espao.html' title='espaço sem espaço'/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-942525259659816878</id><published>2008-10-04T02:27:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T02:34:40.464+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quantas voltas uma vida dá?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;voltas e mais voltas e ainda mais uma...Parece um carrossel, mas é mesmo uma vida...hoje podes estar muito bem, amanhã já podes estar num estado totalmente diferente. Sim disse estado porque engloba tudo, tudo o que uma vida suporta e as suas mudanças. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hum...mudanças...Foram tantas este ano até agora que já lhe perdi a conta e agora está a chegar mais uma, mas desta não sei onde vou parar, para onde vou...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;voltas sem rumo, sem sentido, sem saber o que esta volta, mais uma volta, reserva...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;aguardar? sim, mais uma vez...aguardar...como odeio "aguardar"...mais um tempo de espera...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20846240-942525259659816878?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/942525259659816878/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=942525259659816878' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/942525259659816878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/942525259659816878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2008/10/quantas-voltas-uma-vida-d.html' title='Quantas voltas uma vida dá?'/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-3194785528668831300</id><published>2008-09-25T01:00:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T01:44:52.073+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nada gira para o lado certo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ta tudo errado..mesmo tudo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nada gira da maneira correcta, só há rebolões, tropeções, pedras no caminho, cansaço, falsidade...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tudo, mas mesmo tudo, tudo está ao contrário...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se não o erro sou mesmo eu...e é bem possível...afinal todos nós erramos e eu não sou perfeita, nem nunca disse que era, aliás até tenho mau feitio...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Odeio intrigas que me metem no meio sem motivo algum, coisas mal justificadas, inveja, mentira...desculpem mas nada disto combina com o meu feitio, e aqui está o erro!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20846240-3194785528668831300?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/3194785528668831300/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=3194785528668831300' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/3194785528668831300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/3194785528668831300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2008/09/nada-gira-para-o-lado-certo.html' title='Nada gira para o lado certo!'/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-6974949246500370507</id><published>2008-09-14T22:44:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T23:00:58.690+01:00</updated><title type='text'>desesperar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ESPERAR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;ESPERAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ESPERAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;ESPERAR&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;ESPERAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;esperar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;ja tou farta disto!!!&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/20846240-6974949246500370507?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/6974949246500370507/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=6974949246500370507' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/6974949246500370507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/6974949246500370507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2008/09/desesperar.html' title='desesperar...'/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-8202612474769945446</id><published>2008-09-01T15:22:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T15:31:28.853+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;podem achar que sou má, até achar que sou injusta...mas não sou burra nem gosto que abusem da minha boa vontade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;também sempre aprendi que os amigos são para sempre e não para fugir quando chega a altura que mais precisamos..enfim acho que ainda ninguém percebeu isso...não tem importância, ja aprendi a viver com isso, só não me peçam para ser falsa mais tempo, porque não o sei ser e não sou capaz...nem para esconder aquilo que encobri meses!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;sei bem aquilo que faço e não me arrependo de ser quem sou, só me arrependo de dar muito de mim e brincarem comigo, isso sim arrependo-me e muito...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20846240-8202612474769945446?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/8202612474769945446/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=8202612474769945446' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/8202612474769945446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/8202612474769945446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2008/09/podem-achar-que-sou-m-at-achar-que-sou.html' title=''/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-4597097303329914273</id><published>2008-08-22T02:35:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T02:40:17.793+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quero mesmo ir embora..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Aqui não há lugar, só vejo cinismo, falsidade, coisas que dizem um dia no outro deixa de ser… não sei viver assim…&lt;br /&gt;Acho que vai ser difícil encontrar um lugar diferente, porque não há…só não me obriguem a conviver em mundos destes porque sufoco e não sei rodar nesse espaço!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que tenho um feitio difícil, mas ninguém, ninguém se esforça por perceber o meu mundo…porque raio eu tenho de me esforçar sempre e perceber o de toda a gente? Não entendo, mas também não quero entender… Agora só quero abrir outra porta e saltar fora de tanta, tanta, coisa horrível que já passei num espaço de tempo tão mínimo, mas que me mostrou bastantes coisas…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas será a solução fugir de um espaço para esquecer coisas, pessoas, momentos?? eles vão sempre connosco… &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;não é fácil ser eu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20846240-4597097303329914273?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/4597097303329914273/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=4597097303329914273' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/4597097303329914273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/4597097303329914273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2008/08/quero-mesmo-ir-embora.html' title='Quero mesmo ir embora..'/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-6127116759128518819</id><published>2008-08-05T22:54:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T23:25:59.064+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"All of these lines across my face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell you the story of who I am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So many stories of where I've been&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And how I got to where I am..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;                                                                              &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kZMid-ukbHs&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Brandi Carlile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kZMid-ukbHs&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/20846240-6127116759128518819?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/6127116759128518819/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=6127116759128518819' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/6127116759128518819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/6127116759128518819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2008/08/story.html' title='The Story'/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-7032496937002155744</id><published>2008-07-31T01:10:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T01:35:58.731+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem rosto</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Já não há brisa…Onde está o vento de outros tempos? Nem uma aragem, nem um sopro bate mais…nem a sombra espreita mais naquela janela sensível que abri sempre para que pudesse entrar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há nuvens, nem chuva, só um vazio, um espaço em branco ou vermelho ou rosa..não importa a cor, o que importa é sim, esse vazio que não quer ficar coberto, nunca…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20846240-7032496937002155744?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/7032496937002155744/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=7032496937002155744' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/7032496937002155744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/7032496937002155744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2008/07/sem-rosto.html' title='Sem rosto'/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-576976854597126491</id><published>2008-07-21T02:22:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:50:00.463Z</updated><title type='text'>Mais do que o tudo é o nada...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SIPprl39ZZI/AAAAAAAAAPg/BFPHzbm2vf4/s1600-h/parquemondego+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225276927790376338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SIPprl39ZZI/AAAAAAAAAPg/BFPHzbm2vf4/s200/parquemondego+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anda tudo ao contrário…o que antes era assim, agora já não é…o que foi fácil agora é demasiado complexo…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A vida é como uma roleta, só pára quando a sorte o ditar, até lá somos viciados e só queremos ver onde vai parar…vivemos de sentimentos, de adrenalina, de uma vida sem chão, sem nada, nem ninguém até que aquela pedrinha dite onde vai ficar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E até lá? Não há nada até lá…só o preencher do tempo vago, com sentimentos inexistentes…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E depois? Ninguém sabe, nem nós, tudo é uma incógnita…como algumas coisas em nós são uma incógnita, nem nós nos conhecemos muitas vezes, não sabemos quem somos…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Até mesmo…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O sorriso às vezes esconde o que os olhos querem dizer!! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SIPpAxSW2TI/AAAAAAAAAPY/EJoD9z75ASg/s1600-h/parquemondego+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20846240-576976854597126491?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/576976854597126491/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=576976854597126491' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/576976854597126491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/576976854597126491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2008/07/mais-do-que-o-tudo-o-nada.html' title='Mais do que o tudo é o nada...'/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SIPprl39ZZI/AAAAAAAAAPg/BFPHzbm2vf4/s72-c/parquemondego+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-8406041753139590619</id><published>2008-07-13T17:44:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:50:00.628Z</updated><title type='text'>E agora???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SHozZfZPQ5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/JrXSsrUlsqQ/s1600-h/latada07+043_mod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222543230906614674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SHozZfZPQ5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/JrXSsrUlsqQ/s200/latada07+043_mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SHoyVrtzxsI/AAAAAAAAAPI/VMt4q05NVEU/s1600-h/latada07+043_mod.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Mais do que não saber o que fazer agora é ter um futuro incerto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;E agora? o que vou fazer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Nem os conselhos ajudam, mas não deixam de ser úteis...Parece que há coisas que não somos nós que escolhemos, simplesmente podem acontecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Esperar para ver!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SHoyVrtzxsI/AAAAAAAAAPI/VMt4q05NVEU/s1600-h/latada07+043_mod.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SHoyVrtzxsI/AAAAAAAAAPI/VMt4q05NVEU/s1600-h/latada07+043_mod.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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/20846240-8406041753139590619?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/8406041753139590619/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=8406041753139590619' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/8406041753139590619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/8406041753139590619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2008/07/e-agora.html' title='E agora???'/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SHozZfZPQ5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/JrXSsrUlsqQ/s72-c/latada07+043_mod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-4610494376928393140</id><published>2008-07-06T13:55:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T14:11:29.075+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um dia com o passado</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Hoje dei conta que já passaram anos desde que entrei em jornalismo, que as pessoas que fizeram parte deste percurso vão agora embora... A vida deu muitas voltas, conheci bem algumas pessoas, outras nem tanto, mas as que conheci bem, e foram muitas, vou me recoradar delas como as vi no primeiro dia... é tão estranho estar agora a recordar isto, mas é verdade, dentro de poucos dias essas mesmas pessoas vão partir, quem sabe nunca mais voltarei a ver algumas delas. Hoje recordo-me de alguns momentos como se fosse um filme, lembro-me dos momentos que passei com algumas dessas pessoas a fazer maratonas de estudo, os jantares nas cantinas, das conversas matinais antes das aulas...Também há uma ou outra pessoa que preferia nunca ter conhecido,mas isso são pormenores...Tive surpresas, pessoas que não imaginava conhecer pelo feitio que tinham, mas acabaram por entrar na minha vida e ainda hoje fazem parte dela...Hoje tenho pena de ter perdido um ano e ter deixado algumas dessas pessoas para trás, de ter abandonado algumas amizades, mas que nunca deixaram de ser amizades, ainda hoje falamos como no primeiro dia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc6600;"&gt;É bom recordar os melhores momentos, pessoas...numa altura em que os meus obejctivos mudaram desde que entrei, mas que caminham para o fim do meu percurso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20846240-4610494376928393140?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/4610494376928393140/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=4610494376928393140' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/4610494376928393140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/4610494376928393140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2008/07/um-dia-com-o-passado.html' title='Um dia com o passado'/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-1092940574488768217</id><published>2008-07-03T19:40:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T19:45:49.373+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;posso até ter perdido pessoas pelo caminho,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;posso até já ter levado com o mundo em cima,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;posso até levar com o mau humor de muita gente,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;posso até nem confiar em muita gente hoje em dia, mas...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;o mais importante é continuar a ser eu mesma, quem fui, quem sou, e não desistir dos meus objectivos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;estou viva, e sou SEMPRE eu mesma:)&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/20846240-1092940574488768217?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-2412231937641978347</id><published>2008-06-28T21:39:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T21:43:04.649+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...viagem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um dia pego em mim e fujo para a terra dos sonhos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hoje é o dia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20846240-2412231937641978347?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/2412231937641978347/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=2412231937641978347' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/2412231937641978347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/2412231937641978347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2008/06/viagem.html' title='...viagem...'/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-7386564147391111109</id><published>2008-06-24T14:40:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:50:00.891Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SGD7RXgRVpI/AAAAAAAAANs/jjL45seDktw/s1600-h/credencial_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215444644280751762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SGD7RXgRVpI/AAAAAAAAANs/jjL45seDktw/s320/credencial_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;isto basta para descrever o meu estado :))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;obrigada a quem esteve sempre comigo( e vocês sabem quem são) , &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e que tão bem me apoiaram, não se afastaram só porque....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;enfim, fiquei a conhecer melhor as pessoas e a saber distinguir o grande amigo de um amigo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20846240-7386564147391111109?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/7386564147391111109/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=7386564147391111109' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/7386564147391111109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/7386564147391111109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2008/06/isto-basta-para-descrever-o-meu-estado.html' title=''/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SGD7RXgRVpI/AAAAAAAAANs/jjL45seDktw/s72-c/credencial_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-2499379725290399855</id><published>2008-06-21T15:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T15:55:08.988+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Era uma vez…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Um mundo recheado de hipocrisia, onde as pessoas acham que fazer a cabeça dos outros é a melhor coisa do mundo. E que bem que se sentem a fazer isso, nota-se um sorriso aberto cada vez que o faz. É quase como, “estou tão feliz por te lixar a vida”.&lt;br /&gt;Um mundo coberto de falsidade, e oportunismo, onde a amizade já não conta, só conta quando há nuvens negras a sobrevoar a vida de alguém, quando alguém está sozinho e precisa de amparo, quando esse alguém se apercebe que ninguém do seu mundinho o apoia, corre para aquele refugio que TEVE sempre…&lt;br /&gt;Depois há ainda aquele ser que se deixa enganar pelo que ouve e não tenta perceber o que realmente se passa… e o quê que acontece? O mundo anda a girar ao contrário, e ninguém se entende porque há sempre &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O PARASITA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; que não deixa que o rio corra com naturalidade, porque no fundo quer ver a pessoa de quem tem mais inveja no chão, mesmo quando o mundo já lhe caiu todo em cima. Mesmo assim segue a vida porque sabe que tem lá alguém que a percebe e a conhece tão bem que seria incapaz de abandonar em qualquer situação”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esta é uma história e desta podiam nascer tantas outras.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20846240-2499379725290399855?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/2499379725290399855/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=2499379725290399855' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/2499379725290399855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/2499379725290399855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2008/06/era-uma-vez-um-mundo-recheado-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-7621774762685718550</id><published>2008-06-13T02:21:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T02:31:24.071+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;De repente descubro que nem tudo é negro,&lt;br /&gt;Que o Sol quando brilha é para todos,&lt;br /&gt;Que o mundo sorri sempre,&lt;br /&gt;Nunca estamos sozinhos, há sempre aquela pessoa que está por perto, que nos entende, que sente o que sinto, que apoia, mesmo quando todos os apoios vão para longe…&lt;br /&gt;É bom sentir que ainda há alguém assim, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;saber que há alguém que nos ouve, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;e sabe que também tem ouvidos para escutar as histórias que tem para contar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A vida afinal sorri sempre...&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/20846240-7621774762685718550?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/7621774762685718550/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=7621774762685718550' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/7621774762685718550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/7621774762685718550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2008/06/de-repente-descubro-que-nem-tudo-negro.html' title=''/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-5671333755892157123</id><published>2008-06-08T04:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T04:49:00.755+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porquê que recordamos coisas que queremos esquecer??&lt;br /&gt;E olho para aquela coisa há dias sem perceber porquê...&lt;br /&gt;Quando é fim é porquê é fim…de alguma coisa, de um percurso, de uma vida…&lt;br /&gt;Não um intervalo… mas porque não pode mesmo ser um intervalo? Porque não queremos ou porque não sentimos?&lt;br /&gt;Coisas simples sem significado para quem lê, mas com sentido para quem percebe…&lt;br /&gt;Frases que andavam aqui perdidas e hoje reuniram-se num espaço em branco, como muitos espaços que tenho…vazios&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20846240-5671333755892157123?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/5671333755892157123/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=5671333755892157123' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/5671333755892157123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/5671333755892157123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2008/06/porqu-que-recordamos-coisas-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-1252059454789640956</id><published>2008-06-07T02:10:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:50:01.080Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O meu refúgio??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SEnjX8cJthI/AAAAAAAAANk/OdCFhrQNYt0/s1600-h/jantarprendas1_mc018_mod.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208944444531389970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SEnjX8cJthI/AAAAAAAAANk/OdCFhrQNYt0/s320/jantarprendas1_mc018_mod.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero um refúgio...todos aqueles que via como refúgio já foram, fazem apenas parte do passado...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero um refúgio constante, sólido, que esteja sempre pronto para me abrigar!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já não há aqui nada assim, já não tenho isso comigo, só recordações de portos de abrigo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero abrir uma janela para a vida e saltar...tentar encontrar um lugar capaz de me acolher ainda mais do que este!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUERO UM REFÚGIO, sentir-me protegida...&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/20846240-1252059454789640956?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/1252059454789640956/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=1252059454789640956' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/1252059454789640956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/1252059454789640956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2008/06/o-meu-refgio-quero-um-refgio.html' title=''/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SEnjX8cJthI/AAAAAAAAANk/OdCFhrQNYt0/s72-c/jantarprendas1_mc018_mod.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-704400630422357932</id><published>2008-05-26T00:42:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T01:55:29.378+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vou me sentar ali, ali mesmo naquele lugar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;porque há coisas que às vezes perdem o sentido ou a razão,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;há uma busca incansável à procura de algo que nem sei bem explicar o que é...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;há um tempo que espreita, um tempo que receava muito que chegasse, mas agora já não...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;soltei as amarras, já nada me prende de seguir em frente...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mesmo assim tenho medo, medo do que pode vir, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;do que posso deixar mas....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;como há coisas que às vezes perdem o sentido...vou-me deixar ir!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E que o destino dite o que vai acontecer agora!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Há coisas que não acabam assim, ou não deviam acabar...&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/20846240-704400630422357932?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/704400630422357932/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=704400630422357932' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/704400630422357932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/704400630422357932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2008/05/vou-me-sentar-ali-ali-mesmo-naquele.html' title=''/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-5902934315272908721</id><published>2008-05-18T23:40:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T23:52:30.975+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nao volto a iludir-me a um simples gesto, a uma simples conversa...vai ser sempre de igual para igual...sei que vou ver mais desonestidade, mais falsidade, mais descdréditos pela frente...mas também sei que sou superior a essas mesquinhices...cansei de virar páginas que já esgotaram, de tentar ver o fim daquilo  quenão quer acabar...agora BASTA...não vou mais acreditar a um simples gesto e julgar que daquele pequeno momento algum dia vai nascer uma grande amizade...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sei com quem posso contar, com quem sempre, mas mesmo sempre, tive por perto, tudo o resto está a ser aniquilado e varrido por um sopro do tempo...tudo o resto vai ficar trancado e não vou querer abrir mais essa porta do tempo, que não é mais do que uma passagem na vida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;vão se as pessoas ficam os momentos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ja falta pouco para voltar a sorrir e a ser como antes =)) quase que conto as horas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20846240-5902934315272908721?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/5902934315272908721/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=5902934315272908721' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/5902934315272908721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/5902934315272908721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2008/05/nao-volto-iludir-me-um-simples-gesto.html' title=''/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-4092203518853402770</id><published>2008-05-17T15:42:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:50:01.621Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;COIMBRA È NOSSA........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SC7xEujZpDI/AAAAAAAAANc/UqDT4Ajyo6k/s1600-h/DSCF8113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201359683177784370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SC7xEujZpDI/AAAAAAAAANc/UqDT4Ajyo6k/s320/DSCF8113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;não há palavras:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SC7wTOjZpCI/AAAAAAAAANU/OKgzqxWIcu8/s1600-h/DSCF8108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201358832774259746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SC7wTOjZpCI/AAAAAAAAANU/OKgzqxWIcu8/s320/DSCF8108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SC7vyOjZpBI/AAAAAAAAANM/VHfr_j8KJGs/s1600-h/DSCF8094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201358265838576658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SC7vyOjZpBI/AAAAAAAAANM/VHfr_j8KJGs/s320/DSCF8094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Até já=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20846240-4092203518853402770?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/4092203518853402770/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=4092203518853402770' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/4092203518853402770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/4092203518853402770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2008/05/coimbra-nossa.html' title=''/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SC7xEujZpDI/AAAAAAAAANc/UqDT4Ajyo6k/s72-c/DSCF8113.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-4997257173523227682</id><published>2008-04-27T01:30:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T02:23:22.372+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Há coisas tão absurdas que só de pensar nelas até doi...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;dá vontede de guardar para mais tarde metê-las no lixo...tal como se faz com algumas coisas que já não prestam!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;tipo..coisas inúteis...&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e mais não digo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20846240-4997257173523227682?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/4997257173523227682/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=4997257173523227682' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/4997257173523227682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/4997257173523227682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2008/04/h-coisas-to-absurdas-que-s-de-pensar.html' title=''/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-7028555582663958992</id><published>2008-04-20T01:41:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:50:01.877Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SAqX00B1_UI/AAAAAAAAANE/cfAJ1J_5Gm4/s1600-h/jantarprendas1_mod_mc009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191128454073285954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SAqX00B1_UI/AAAAAAAAANE/cfAJ1J_5Gm4/s320/jantarprendas1_mod_mc009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se estendesse a mão tu aceitarias?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Só queria ver o sorriso ou esse olhar por mais uma vez...agarrar na tua mão e percorrer o vento que ficou lá atras...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A sinceridade é um defeito meu e isso por vezes destroi...Não peço desculpa, nem volto ao passado...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Outro defeito é passar horas em frente ao blog sem escrever nada ou quando escrevo apago segundos depois...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Há coisas que mais vale estarem guardadas que expostas..tipo um post simples, num blog complexo...ou talvez o contrário...ou ainda, alguém complexo a escrever qualquer coisa de certo no tempo errado...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20846240-7028555582663958992?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/7028555582663958992/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=7028555582663958992' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/7028555582663958992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/7028555582663958992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2008/04/se-estendesse-mo-tu-aceitarias-s-queria.html' title=''/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SAqX00B1_UI/AAAAAAAAANE/cfAJ1J_5Gm4/s72-c/jantarprendas1_mod_mc009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-5573160936361814641</id><published>2008-04-13T18:25:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T18:39:12.068+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já estou farta de tropeções, de egoísmos, de futilidades, de pessoas que gostam de se mostrar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;de pessoas que gostam de se fazer de vítimas quando no fundo são as causadoras..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enfim...tou farta de tudo...De amizades que se perdem, de sentimentos perdidos, do mundo andar ao contrário, de cada vez mais me desiludir com tudo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas ainda bem que ninguém se importa. Parece que não mas isso deixa-me muito feliz porque simplesmente &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999900;"&gt;odeio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ser o centro das atenções...detesto!!!Odeio que me perguntem "o que tens?", mas tamém odeio que mandem bocas para o ar e achar que não ouço, ou que olhem como se fosse aquele mostro que vai fazer mal a alguém...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu não me afasto só porque sim, eu ausento-me porque as pessoas me excluem...&lt;/strong&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/20846240-5573160936361814641?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/5573160936361814641/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=5573160936361814641' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/5573160936361814641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/5573160936361814641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2008/04/j-estou-farta-de-tropees-de-egosmos-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-2780795761976938835</id><published>2008-04-05T23:30:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T23:35:12.399+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivo na eterna incerteza e nem sei de que certeza espero...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivo num mundo despido onde a sorte não anda, nem na sombra...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;onde as desilusões são uma constante, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;onde as vitimas brotam do chão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;onde os fantasmas não sabem do seu lugar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Quero outro lugar, um mundo imperfeito, mas onde as pessoas são sinceras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Um mundo com mais vida, com mais liberdade para mim..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20846240-2780795761976938835?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/2780795761976938835/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=2780795761976938835' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/2780795761976938835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/2780795761976938835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2008/04/vivo-na-eterna-incerteza-e-nem-sei-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-7401839767671537810</id><published>2008-03-13T17:26:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-13T17:34:32.196Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinto que ando sozinha no meu espaço...........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.................não está ninguém por perto........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;....a insegurança permanece..........o escuro da noite...........mas o Sol brilha às vezes............&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;são poucas as vezes mas dá cor à vida.......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;vou me habituar depressa, porque em breve posso mesmo estar sozinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;não percebo a razão, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;mas sinto que estou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;e estou mesmo não está aqui ninguém ao lado................&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/20846240-7401839767671537810?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/7401839767671537810/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=7401839767671537810' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/7401839767671537810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/7401839767671537810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2008/03/sinto-que-ando-sozinha-no-meu-espao.html' title=''/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-6254756705579526913</id><published>2008-03-10T01:07:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-10T01:30:03.824Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Um dia o Sol não brilhou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Um dia não me sentei a ver as estrelas porque já tinham fugido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Um dia, de tanto esperar, adormeci num perfume &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"Tudo o que sou não é mais do que abismo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mais do que acontecimentos, são anonimatos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mais do que pessoas, são pessoas que se tornam desconhecidas...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mais do que uma vida, é não vivê-la...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Incertezas, dúvidas, pânico, perdas...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não sei onde tudo isto vai parar, mas espero que haja fim...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;"Dói-me esta água, este ar que se respira,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;dói-me esta solidão de pedra escura"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20846240-6254756705579526913?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/6254756705579526913/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=6254756705579526913' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/6254756705579526913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/6254756705579526913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2008/03/um-dia-o-sol-no-brilhou-um-dia-no-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-7933894421721864349</id><published>2008-03-03T14:35:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-03T14:40:20.357Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Cada vez são mais as incertezas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Cada vez mais sinto que ando perdida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Não sei explicar o dia de ontem, o de hoje, nem conheço o de amanhã...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;São muitas as coisas que me aparecem, que me acontecem na vida que não consigo explicar,nem descrever...Chego a não ter tempo para reagir, não percebo o porquê de haver coisas e pessoas assim...Também já não quero explicações, já não volto atras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Vou permanecer nestas incertezas que já não são poucas!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20846240-7933894421721864349?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/7933894421721864349/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=7933894421721864349' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/7933894421721864349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/7933894421721864349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2008/03/cada-vez-so-mais-as-incertezas.html' title=''/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-5257828745323109376</id><published>2008-02-28T17:32:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:50:01.935Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hum...ocorre-me agora falar de tanta coisa, mas qualquer coisa que dissesse seria demasiado repetitivo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acho que dá para perceber do que poderia vir para aqui falar...ou então deve ser assim tão fácil de perceber, mas no fundo sei que continuo a mesma de sempre..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com o tempo tudo se contorna,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;com humor, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;com sacrificios (às vezes)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;com um sorriso, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;com paciência...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enfim...tudo passa e nós cá continuamos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/R8byZyxMHRI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Dcj2pMOmR-g/s1600-h/_modificada.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/R8byZyxMHRI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Dcj2pMOmR-g/s1600-h/_modificada.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20846240-5257828745323109376?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/5257828745323109376/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=5257828745323109376' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/5257828745323109376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/5257828745323109376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2008/02/hum.html' title=''/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-4187443099756467628</id><published>2008-02-20T17:51:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-02-20T17:59:24.984Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;CRESCI...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ou melhor..se calhar já cresci há muito tempo, mas não tinha dado conta...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinto-me a  envelhecer com os catástrofes da vida...vêm em catadupa e não tenho tempo de me proteger...Sinto-me cada vez mais sozinha, como se este mundo e esta história já estivessem escritas desde que nasci...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talvez hoje acredite no destino, hoje mais do que nunca acredito que tudo o que nos acontece na vida tem de acontecer...não se trata de azar ou sorte mas um linha da vida que temos de seguir e não podemos saltar fora...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;CRESCI&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;Hoje dou por mim a pensar se algum dia fui criança ou se não fui apenas um ser em constante crescimento mental para ganhar forças... Enfrentar algumas atrocidades, alguns defeitos da vida não é nada fácil...Tenho mais um à minha frente, mas sei que sou demasiado forte e mesmo sozinha vou ser capaz de saltar deste muro e seguir em frente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;Vai ser um longo caminho, mas acredito em mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;POr agora o sorriso continua ausente até um dia se rasgar novamente para o nascer do Sol, para o nascer de uma nova vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CRESCI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Hoje sei que atras deste obstáculo ha-de vir outro e mais outro, tudo isto é só o início...Já sou adulta e não dei conta, mas gostava de voltar a ser criança e sentir-me protegida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20846240-4187443099756467628?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/4187443099756467628/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=4187443099756467628' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/4187443099756467628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/4187443099756467628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2008/02/cresci.html' title=''/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-465536156178846727</id><published>2008-02-17T02:13:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-02-17T02:22:39.100Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Hoje acordei com vontade de acabar com tudo o que tenho na vida...se é que ainda tenho alguma coisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Acho que nasci naqueles dias em que o azar está presente e lá permanece. Em todos os aspectos o azar corre atrás de mim, já percebi que não adianta fugir dele. ele está lá, percorre todo o caminho que eu faço...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Já cansei de sorrir quando tudo está mal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Já me fartei de fingir que estou bem, quando na verdade não estou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Já me fartei de chorar em silêncio, de ignorar tudo o que me acontece...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Já não vou dar tréguas à sorte, vou levar o azar em conta e acompanha-lo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Para quê fugir dele se o azar ganha sempre em qualquer altura, em qualquer circunstância??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Já não sei remar contra a maré, não quero mais sorrir porque a minha felicidade incomoda o meu azar&lt;/span&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/20846240-465536156178846727?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/465536156178846727/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=465536156178846727' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/465536156178846727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/465536156178846727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2008/02/hoje-acordei-com-vontade-de-acabar-com.html' title=''/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-4705853007591190491</id><published>2008-02-10T12:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-10T12:03:33.270Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;ANDO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;VAZIO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;PERDIDA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/20846240-4705853007591190491?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/4705853007591190491/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=4705853007591190491' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/4705853007591190491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/4705853007591190491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2008/02/ando-vazio-perdida.html' title=''/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-1091492142839142366</id><published>2008-02-04T00:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:50:02.143Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/R6Zgar96rwI/AAAAAAAAAM0/9_DM3FhqU8g/s1600-h/jantarprendas1_mc040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162920034422140674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/R6Zgar96rwI/AAAAAAAAAM0/9_DM3FhqU8g/s320/jantarprendas1_mc040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Às vezes penso que entramos numa vida que não é a nossa,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;temos atitudes que são nossas,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;vivemos acontecimentos que não são nossos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;partilhamos coisas que são nossas,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;os sentimentos que guardamos não são nossos nem devem sobressair,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Talvez viva num mundo imaginário&lt;/span&gt;. Um dia vou acordar e ver que tudo à minha volta foi somente uma miragem. Tudo o que se passa à nossa volta foi uma história escrita por alguém que nos odeia ou por um outro alguém, simplesmente...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não sei explicar a razão de tudo, não sei explicar o porquê de tantas coisas más que acontecem...&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/20846240-1091492142839142366?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/1091492142839142366/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=1091492142839142366' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/1091492142839142366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/1091492142839142366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2008/02/s-vezes-penso-que-entramos-numa-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/R6Zgar96rwI/AAAAAAAAAM0/9_DM3FhqU8g/s72-c/jantarprendas1_mc040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-4281393032339321739</id><published>2008-02-02T01:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-02T01:39:52.582Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Há coisas que com o tempo morrem, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;permanecem perto de nós, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;se afastam,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ficam sempre cá,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;voam e não regressam,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nunca fogem!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Há outras que mudam de dia para dia...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;Passou por mim um infinito de coisas só num espaço de tempo muito insignificante, mas que me marcou em muito...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20846240-4281393032339321739?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/4281393032339321739/comments/default' title='Enviar 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-3431400269790531961</id><published>2008-01-26T16:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:50:02.388Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;mundo de imagens e recordações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivi o melhor, ninguém terá aquilo que tive, tivemos e vivemos num espaço que tem muitas histórias e muito significado para mim...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ninguém poderá ser igual a ninguém...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;CRESCI...MUITO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fechei uma janela, mas abri uma porta, mais aventuras, mais momentos para um dia recordar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conheço as minhas capacidades e não vai ser uma pessoa que me vai desmoralizar, por mais que essa pessoa me tente pôr mais para baixo, mais eu subo, mais forte me torno...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não vais ser tu nem niguém que me vai deitar abaixo, que me vai pôr mais fraca...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;São muitas coisas acontecer ao mesmo tempo, não sei explicar muitas deles...nem quero mais procurar respostas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Sou assim e não vou mudar, gosto de ser que sou ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/R5tppL96rvI/AAAAAAAAAMs/hFO77y7OFVE/s1600-h/jantarnatal07_mc105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159833954391076594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/R5tppL96rvI/AAAAAAAAAMs/hFO77y7OFVE/s320/jantarnatal07_mc105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/R5tppL96rvI/AAAAAAAAAMs/hFO77y7OFVE/s1600-h/jantarnatal07_mc105.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/R5tppL96rvI/AAAAAAAAAMs/hFO77y7OFVE/s1600-h/jantarnatal07_mc105.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20846240-3431400269790531961?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/3431400269790531961/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=3431400269790531961' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/3431400269790531961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/3431400269790531961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2008/01/mundo-de-imagens-e-recordaes-vivi-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/R5tppL96rvI/AAAAAAAAAMs/hFO77y7OFVE/s72-c/jantarnatal07_mc105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-1645215847091155148</id><published>2008-01-14T01:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-14T01:41:14.908Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Só uma parte de mim vive a outra deixa que tudo à volta aconteça...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Não tenho sitio, mas tenho tempo para viver. Mas para mim, ter tempo não é viver, é um modo de estar que odeio...Não sei viver assim, com tempo na vida, a ver as horas a passar, quero mais, quero voltar a ver a minha agenda cheia, o meu tempo sem tempo, o meu dia a precisar de mais 24h...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Desenganem-se se acham que ter tempo é bom...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Quero voltar a ser a Catarina que fui...sorriso de cansaço, olhar de quem quer dormir, mas quer muito mais ainda trabalhar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Porquê que o mundo tem de ser ao contrário? Porquê que há finais que chegam antes do esperado? hum..não sei responder a isto, só sei que chegou um fim que não queria ver para já! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20846240-1645215847091155148?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/1645215847091155148/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=1645215847091155148' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/1645215847091155148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/1645215847091155148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2008/01/s-uma-parte-de-mim-vive-outra-deixa-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-6919306573215414021</id><published>2008-01-12T00:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:50:02.621Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não sinto o chão...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas tenho um lugar guardado só para mim...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É só um, mas sei que posso contar com ele, é seguro!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/R4gQibqWEnI/AAAAAAAAAMk/8lSu8E0wiXg/s1600-h/aniversariokat017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154387957252493938" style="CURSOR: hand" height="243" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/R4gQibqWEnI/AAAAAAAAAMk/8lSu8E0wiXg/s320/aniversariokat017.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...constante, está lá...sempre !!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20846240-6919306573215414021?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/6919306573215414021/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=6919306573215414021' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/6919306573215414021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/6919306573215414021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2008/01/no-sinto-o-cho.html' title=''/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/R4gQibqWEnI/AAAAAAAAAMk/8lSu8E0wiXg/s72-c/aniversariokat017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-4111817644880768143</id><published>2008-01-08T14:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-08T14:38:52.041Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não me sinto deste mundo...Acho que fui colocada neste espaço como se põe um boneco numa banda desenhada. A partir desse momento toda a história é manipulada pelos vilões...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nessa banda desenhada estou sozinha, não posso fugir dali, não posso saltar da história...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Também nunca tentei procurar outra história, talvez por medo de ser igual a esta que me deram...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na história da banda desenhada, para a qual fui criada, os amigos são estranhos, não são iguais  todos os dias, têm temperamento inconstante, mostram-se amiguinhos solidários, mas no fundo vão me perseguindo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sou um desenho animado onde só conheço o início da história, mas o fim anda perdido, sem novidades do seu desfecho...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20846240-4111817644880768143?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/4111817644880768143/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=4111817644880768143' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/4111817644880768143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/4111817644880768143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2008/01/no-me-sinto-deste-mundo.html' title=''/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-568151277996691617</id><published>2008-01-04T23:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-05T00:06:23.008Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Não consigo encontrar uma outra casa onde me sinta feliz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sinto falta, necessidade até, daquele trabalho constante, das horas que não dediquei a mim.Não me sinto abrigada em nenhum tecto! Afinal onde está o meu porto de abrigo?  Não encontro a porta de casa, não me lembro do caminho... sofoco as mágoas no amargo da tristeza que não foge!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Quero contruir um mundo paralelo a este mas sem falsidade, sem intrigas, sem ideias fantásticas de que um dia haverá um mundo perfeito.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Onde estou? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alguém me encontrou? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para onde Vou? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quem pode responder?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Onde estão os braços que me envolvem até lá ou o olhar que me persegue?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20846240-568151277996691617?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/568151277996691617/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=568151277996691617' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/568151277996691617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/568151277996691617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2008/01/no-consigo-encontrar-uma-outra-casa.html' title=''/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-3034939877453080558</id><published>2008-01-02T19:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:50:02.847Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No  meio é que está a virtude;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hihihihi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/R3viG7qWEmI/AAAAAAAAAMc/HA8xU0NqESI/s1600-h/DSC01000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150959207550685794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/R3viG7qWEmI/AAAAAAAAAMc/HA8xU0NqESI/s320/DSC01000.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gosto dos 2, coisas piquenas **********&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;eheheh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lembrei-me e porque sim ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20846240-3034939877453080558?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/3034939877453080558/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=3034939877453080558' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/3034939877453080558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/3034939877453080558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2008/01/no-meio-que-est-virtude-hihihihi-gosto.html' title=''/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/R3viG7qWEmI/AAAAAAAAAMc/HA8xU0NqESI/s72-c/DSC01000.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-1088036593640066835</id><published>2007-12-30T12:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:50:03.026Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dia após dia..noite após noite...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/R3eSFLqWElI/AAAAAAAAAMU/YYZb1tbYlc0/s1600-h/coisas+176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149745316648850002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/R3eSFLqWElI/AAAAAAAAAMU/YYZb1tbYlc0/s320/coisas+176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;porque sim ;) porque gosto...porque guardo esta foto na memória...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque são os meus manos de sempre :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20846240-1088036593640066835?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/1088036593640066835/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=1088036593640066835' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/1088036593640066835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/1088036593640066835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2007/12/dia-aps-dia.html' title=''/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/R3eSFLqWElI/AAAAAAAAAMU/YYZb1tbYlc0/s72-c/coisas+176.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-2048389129448467699</id><published>2007-12-26T00:36:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-26T00:42:45.458Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Falta uma semana para o novo ano e tenho uma questão...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Será que podemos pôr tudo o que se passou num ano numa caixa trancá-la e deitar fora para muito muito muito longe???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É a minha vontade...pegar nas recordações e colocá-las no lixo e esquecer que existem ou que aconteceram...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boas?? acho que não tive..se tive recordem-me eu não me lembro desses momentos BONS...os maus aniquilaram todos aqueles que podiam ser os chamados "bons momentos"...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bolas, às vezes perguntam se há pessoas com sorte porque eu...tenho mais juízo do que sorte...&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/20846240-2048389129448467699?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/2048389129448467699/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=2048389129448467699' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/2048389129448467699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/2048389129448467699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2007/12/falta-uma-semana-para-o-novo-ano-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-6688858192339489511</id><published>2007-12-21T12:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-21T13:10:17.643Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Voar para me encontrar..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Voar para descobrir o que há de novo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Voar para não morrer...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Voar para descobrir novos portos de abrigo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Voar e perceber o que é a vida...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por tu o que já passei, nem tudo é suficiente para saber como e o porquê da vida, da nossa existência...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nascemos e morrermos...pelo meio? o que é isto que fica pelo meio? um mero comodismo do que supostamente está destinado?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Humm...nada disso....são pedras no caminho, que se transformam em muros e nos impedem de voar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O muro da vida não cai...só cresce...Mas por quê que tudo tem de ser assim?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talvez um dia saiba responder, por hoje, por agora, nesta vida não...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;VOAR PARA ME ENCONTRAR...BASTA ACREDITAR...&lt;/em&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/20846240-6688858192339489511?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/6688858192339489511/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=6688858192339489511' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/6688858192339489511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/6688858192339489511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2007/12/voar-para-me-encontrar.html' title=''/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-3638607877396278614</id><published>2007-12-12T16:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-12T16:22:38.271Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não tenho direito a sorrir...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mal saio de uma queda, apanho logo outra...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas o que vem a ser isto? Não consigo perceber o que me está acontecer.... Vem tudo na minha direcção em catadupa...não sei para onde me virar, tenho medo de estar sozinha, de sair... Vou ficar aqui...talvez um dia consiga volta a sorrir...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Tempo, talvez dite o fim das coisas, por agora não quero mais isto...deixem-me....&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/20846240-3638607877396278614?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/3638607877396278614/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=3638607877396278614' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/3638607877396278614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/3638607877396278614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2007/12/no-tenho-direito-sorrir.html' title=''/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-138320716042548726</id><published>2007-12-04T13:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:50:03.228Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Quero sair daqui, já não há espaço...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Já não não existo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Vou fugir, sem rumo, novamente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Quero esquecer que um dia fui feliz ali, que um dia respirei aquele ar que me deu muita felicidade, alegria, sorrisos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Perdi tudo, até a vida, o sorriso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Sinto que sou mobília, quando já está gasta e usada de mais...troca-se por outra que se acha melhor, mas tem bicho, está envenenada, está débil, nem as purpurinas disfarçam a falsidade que tenta esconder...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;SÓ QUERO A MINHA CASA DE VOLTA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não me peçam para voltar. porque não tenho forças, saturei de tanta mesquinhice, de falsidade.......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Recordo os momentos bons na altura certa, foram muitos, mas são só meus...esses momentos ninguém os vai ter, NUNCA...por mais que se esforce,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NUNCA SERÁS COMO EU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ainda não percebi onde errei, mas se errei foi para o bem estar que não se vive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/R1VeGoDuZBI/AAAAAAAAAMM/cY03OxrBA1w/s1600-h/parquemondego+036_mod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140118017638556690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/R1VeGoDuZBI/AAAAAAAAAMM/cY03OxrBA1w/s200/parquemondego+036_mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20846240-138320716042548726?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/138320716042548726/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=138320716042548726' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/138320716042548726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/138320716042548726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2007/12/quero-sair-daqui-j-no-h-espao.html' title=''/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/R1VeGoDuZBI/AAAAAAAAAMM/cY03OxrBA1w/s72-c/parquemondego+036_mod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-7269829794359128781</id><published>2007-11-23T13:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:50:03.401Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Com o tempo aprendi que não se pode confiar em qualquer pessoa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Com o tempo aprendi a lidar com pessoas que são oportunistas, falsas e não sabem dar a cara daquilo que são desde o início...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Aprendi que a pessoa certa é aquela que sabe que pode contar comigo, aquela que está lá para me chamar atenção, para me dar razão, para corrigir, para berrar se for necessário...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Com o tempo &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;DESILUDI_ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; muito com pessoas, situações, espaços, com simples palavras que mandam para o ar, com o desprezo de um olhar, com um simples olhar que me sabe a último, com sabor a não sei bem, talvez a "já não preciso de ti!"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/R0bdNoZVLRI/AAAAAAAAAME/0zvWlMYjbeU/s1600-h/DSC01249_mod.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136035651314330898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/R0bdNoZVLRI/AAAAAAAAAME/0zvWlMYjbeU/s200/DSC01249_mod.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;É isto que me parece, é isto que vejo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Aprendi que tenho de ser mais reservada, deixar de me dar às pessoas....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Hum..será que tenho de mudar para uma pessoa mais fria? Terei que ser uma Catarina que nunca fui? Só &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;ot empo vai dizer quem sou eu...mas para mim há um tu que já não me pertence....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/R0bdNoZVLRI/AAAAAAAAAME/0zvWlMYjbeU/s1600-h/DSC01249_mod.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20846240-7269829794359128781?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/7269829794359128781/comments/default' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/R0bdNoZVLRI/AAAAAAAAAME/0zvWlMYjbeU/s72-c/DSC01249_mod.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-3420347525103052657</id><published>2007-11-19T13:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:50:03.603Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/R0GYFYZVLQI/AAAAAAAAAL8/F3e_umIvlYI/s1600-h/DSC00993_mod.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134552268394540290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/R0GYFYZVLQI/AAAAAAAAAL8/F3e_umIvlYI/s200/DSC00993_mod.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;Será este o momento para pensar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;Não sei do que estão à espera..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;Não sei ver as coisas como via antigamente, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;Não vos sinto com antes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;Já não sei se tenho amizades ou grandes amigos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;É possível que seja mais a primeira opção,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;Já não sinto grandes amigos como tinha há uns tempos atrás...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;Tenho, sei que tenho, pessoas fundamentais por perto sempre que preciso ou quando precisam de mim, não são os mesmo que antes, mas são os mais sinceros...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AMIZADE CONSTANTE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Obrigada pela mensagem, amute...mesmo longe deste conta de tudo ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20846240-3420347525103052657?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/3420347525103052657/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=3420347525103052657' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/3420347525103052657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/3420347525103052657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2007/11/ser-este-o-momento-para-pensar.html' title=''/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/R0GYFYZVLQI/AAAAAAAAAL8/F3e_umIvlYI/s72-c/DSC00993_mod.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-5442427094913776720</id><published>2007-11-14T00:41:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-11-14T00:52:52.504Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;EGOÍSMO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FALSIDADE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;FALTA DE SENTIDO DE OPORTUNIDADE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PACIÊNCIA REBUSCADA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TEMPO EM VÃO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas sei que em qualquer momento &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tu&lt;/span&gt; 'tás cá...em grande plano ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;não importa se à distância de um ecrã, de um telefonema ou de uma mensagem...sei que te posso contar tudo *****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20846240-5442427094913776720?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/5442427094913776720/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=5442427094913776720' title='1 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/RzZwA1uJ39I/AAAAAAAAALs/YbwT-vqbL0o/s1600-h/paulinha023.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/RzZvw1uJ38I/AAAAAAAAALk/fqq41WSH3_g/s1600-h/paulinha023.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Da-me arrepio quando penso em ti&lt;/strong&gt;;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinto necessidade como do ar para sobreviver,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sim porque nos dias de hoje sobrevivo, não vivo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Passeio pelo corredor de ontem que já não há hoje,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Espreito aquele ar quente que me envolve nas palavras que soletras...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ar, &lt;strong&gt;Som&lt;/strong&gt;, Luzes...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Espelhos de um rosto feliz, sorridente, presente mas em constante &lt;strong&gt;ausência&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cigarro atrás de cigarro espreito no tempo o caminho ausente com um misto de sentimentos inexperientes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20846240-8681579576103389496?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/8681579576103389496/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=8681579576103389496' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/8681579576103389496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/8681579576103389496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2007/11/da-me-arrepio-quando-penso-em-ti-sinto.html' 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onde,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O tempo passou por mim e não sei onde o deixei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Parou tudo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porquê?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;não sei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Onde estou?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perdida, solta... como se fosse uma folha de papel&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/Ry_Giu7x6-I/AAAAAAAAALc/e0o-mFtWgU4/s1600-h/ceu-estrealdo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129536800614902754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/Ry_Giu7x6-I/AAAAAAAAALc/e0o-mFtWgU4/s320/ceu-estrealdo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/20846240-5180725562630140876?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/5180725562630140876/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=5180725562630140876' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-5359319634331613086</id><published>2007-11-03T12:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-03T13:10:26.311Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333399;"&gt;Às vezes procuro o que não existe, sinto o que não quero...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333399;"&gt;Penso e desisto de procurar justificação para tudo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333399;"&gt;Quero fugir daqui, soltar um grito de liberdade de desejo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333399;"&gt;Nem sempre solto o que vai dentro de mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333399;"&gt;Será medo de perder o que já não tenho?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O tempo passa e nós não percebemos que afinal somos usados, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que afinal só somos gente quando as pessoas querem ou necessitam...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Temos uma certa afinidade constante com o tempo que nos prende às memórias e faz lembrar situações que ainda nos dão uma certa alegria e bem-estar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/20846240-5359319634331613086?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-3581812688362655707</id><published>2007-10-28T17:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:50:04.026Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ATÉ JÁ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/RyTL2O7x69I/AAAAAAAAALU/gtyIcjxPuTg/s1600-h/P5030355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126446408436673490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/RyTL2O7x69I/AAAAAAAAALU/gtyIcjxPuTg/s320/P5030355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;perto ou longe estás sempre na caixinha ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20846240-3581812688362655707?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/3581812688362655707/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=3581812688362655707' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/3581812688362655707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/3581812688362655707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2007/10/at-j.html' title=''/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/RyTL2O7x69I/AAAAAAAAALU/gtyIcjxPuTg/s72-c/P5030355.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-3129009358025338138</id><published>2007-10-26T13:51:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T14:03:41.632+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tens ar de quem me vai tapar o horizonte que cada vez está mais distante, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tens desejo de felicidade presa por um sonho que se prende a passados presentes...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tens olhar de quem vai me cobrir com um simples sopro vindo da terra imaginária, aquela que queremos inventar num sítio só meu, sem espaço para mais nada a não ser a felicidade...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tens sorriso de dias que viram noites escuras &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A tempestade dá lugar ao Calor humano que se vive nas entranhas do ser, mais escondido que o próprio sentido da vida!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20846240-3129009358025338138?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/3129009358025338138/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=3129009358025338138' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/3129009358025338138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/3129009358025338138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2007/10/tens-ar-de-quem-me-vai-tapar-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-1108368825432439177</id><published>2007-10-21T20:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:50:04.399Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Estes dois levam-me de rastos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/Rxuxu7Zh85I/AAAAAAAAALM/BPrbKd5xybI/s1600-h/Serenatalatada06+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123884420840944530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/Rxuxu7Zh85I/AAAAAAAAALM/BPrbKd5xybI/s320/Serenatalatada06+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; horas de conversa...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;confidência, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;amizade....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bebedeiras,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cafés,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ressacas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esta foto tem quase um ano, mas nada mudou ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Obrigada por tudo!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20846240-1108368825432439177?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/1108368825432439177/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=1108368825432439177' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/1108368825432439177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/1108368825432439177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2007/10/estes-dois-levam-me-de-rastos.html' title=''/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/Rxuxu7Zh85I/AAAAAAAAALM/BPrbKd5xybI/s72-c/Serenatalatada06+063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-1604132817789190659</id><published>2007-10-13T02:34:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:50:04.555Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os sorrisos soltam-se como se fossem gotas do oceano, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os olhares fundem-se&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já não olho mais para trás, quero manter assim, livre, imagem solta, alegre, viver experiências que não vivi...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abandonei os "traumas", agora só sinto o que tu, tu, tu e tu....sentem: alegria do amanhã livre do calendário...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As imagens e os momentos perpetuam-se na história da minha existência...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/RxAh4bZh84I/AAAAAAAAALE/nO01cFrqPuM/s1600-h/coisas+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120630029631484802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/RxAh4bZh84I/AAAAAAAAALE/nO01cFrqPuM/s320/coisas+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A caixinha está novamente aberta a sorrisos rasgados com emoção &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;no olhar ;)  ;)  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/20846240-1604132817789190659?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/1604132817789190659/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=1604132817789190659' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/1604132817789190659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/1604132817789190659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2007/10/os-sorrisos-soltam-se-como-se-fossem.html' title=''/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/RxAh4bZh84I/AAAAAAAAALE/nO01cFrqPuM/s72-c/coisas+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-8298168199400210769</id><published>2007-10-09T01:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:50:04.730Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;Não quero pensar em... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;nada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;mas penso em tudo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;Não quero fazer nada, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;mas faço...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;Não quero sentir, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;mas sinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;Quero viver, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;mas sobrevivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;Quero renascer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;mas só a força interior renasce....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;Quero persitir, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;mas já não sou capaz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que o tempo dite o fecho do ciclo vicioso que se torna a vida do humano&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/RwrKcLZh83I/AAAAAAAAAK8/oTsydk4uVFU/s1600-h/paulinha022_mod.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119126511905010546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/RwrKcLZh83I/AAAAAAAAAK8/oTsydk4uVFU/s320/paulinha022_mod.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;Obscuro, silêncio, pessimismo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;tudo guardado na caixinha mágica &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;dos segredos escondidos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20846240-8298168199400210769?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/8298168199400210769/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=8298168199400210769' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/8298168199400210769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/8298168199400210769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2007/10/no-quero-pensar-em.html' title=''/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/RwrKcLZh83I/AAAAAAAAAK8/oTsydk4uVFU/s72-c/paulinha022_mod.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-3033110055079788643</id><published>2007-10-07T02:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:50:04.922Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/Rwg717Zh82I/AAAAAAAAAK0/w3Y6fxNa9eY/s1600-h/jantarcurso1+037_mod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118406774170448738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/Rwg717Zh82I/AAAAAAAAAK0/w3Y6fxNa9eY/s320/jantarcurso1+037_mod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ainda não encontrei o meu porto de abrigo, para onde quero ir, o que quero fazer...não me digam que tenho, porque não tenho...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#663366;"&gt;Não finjam, sem saber! Não me peçam braços quando me ataram as mãos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;esta saber a direcção...não sei onde ficar, o que fazer...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;nica coisa que peço é que me expliquem como aproveitar o tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;omigo levo tudo de bom e de mau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Mais ainda...à minha maneira sinto-me bem... Agora é tempo de viver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Contorno o tempo, para não cometer mais erros&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/20846240-3033110055079788643?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/3033110055079788643/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=3033110055079788643' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/3033110055079788643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/3033110055079788643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2007/10/ainda-no-encontrei-o-meu-porto-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/Rwg717Zh82I/AAAAAAAAAK0/w3Y6fxNa9eY/s72-c/jantarcurso1+037_mod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-7419153263588065110</id><published>2007-09-30T01:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:50:05.113Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/Rv7sDrZh81I/AAAAAAAAAKs/ASZvYouLo7s/s1600-h/danoninho007_modificada.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115785774673032018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/Rv7sDrZh81I/AAAAAAAAAKs/ASZvYouLo7s/s320/danoninho007_modificada.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenho pés, mãos, vida... e um variado leque de coisas que não vou enumerar, completamente presos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para onde me vou virar? Acho que aquela porta já não abre...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinto-me um cigarro apagado, foi aceso, durou, acabou-se aos poucos, no final deitam fora o que resta dele para dar lugar a outro......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vou saltar do barco para não o ver afundar e bater no iceberg dos problemas mais grave que já encontrou..........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não há despique por uma coisa que não se luta, mas conquista-se, não quero louvores, quero que me dêem as asas para continuar a voar e fazer tudo o que tinha idealizado.........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fiquei sem tecto, sem a minha razão do dia-a-dia à qual já estava habituada.......&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/20846240-7419153263588065110?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/7419153263588065110/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=7419153263588065110' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/7419153263588065110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/7419153263588065110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2007/09/tenho-ps-mos-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/Rv7sDrZh81I/AAAAAAAAAKs/ASZvYouLo7s/s72-c/danoninho007_modificada.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-6943772901571509439</id><published>2007-09-27T12:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T12:49:49.330+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Não vou dizer como me sinto...seria egoísta da minha parte, mas dias com 24h já não chegam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Quero mais tempo para ocupar as minhas horas concorridas, as horas em que ninguém está por perto, em que tudo foge e eu não entendo porquê...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Quero mais espaço...para quê? também não sei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Sinto que estou sozinha por mais pessoas que tenha por perto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20846240-6943772901571509439?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/6943772901571509439/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=6943772901571509439' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/6943772901571509439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/6943772901571509439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2007/09/no-vou-dizer-como-me-sinto.html' title=''/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-3795364891147536472</id><published>2007-09-22T02:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:50:05.259Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;Sou feliz porque tenho todos os dias aquele&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://ana-teresa-neves.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pedacinho de mim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aquele que me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://ricscalab.hi5.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;faz rir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;O outro com quem tenho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.bloco-de-apontamentos.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;milhares de histórias para contar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;a amiga de sempre e para&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://estilhacos-ana.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sempre&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;A minha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://plam-poeirasolta.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bébe &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que me faz sorrir, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a menina que mudou mas ficou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://umaalmasemmundo.blogspot.com/"&gt;sempre por perto &lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;e cada vez mais... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;aquele que às vezes me sufoca com um&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.de-conimbrica.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;abraço sincero&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;ou uma simples palavra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dascinzasrenascido.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333399;"&gt;que guardo sempre comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/RvR267Zh80I/AAAAAAAAAKk/T9Kq3GhYXck/s1600-h/paulinha008_modificada.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112842231721620290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/RvR267Zh80I/AAAAAAAAAKk/T9Kq3GhYXck/s320/paulinha008_modificada.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Procuro por vocês, nem que seja no fim do mundo ;)&lt;/em&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/20846240-3795364891147536472?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/3795364891147536472/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=3795364891147536472' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/3795364891147536472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/3795364891147536472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2007/09/sou-feliz-porque-tenho-todos-os-dias.html' title=''/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/RvR267Zh80I/AAAAAAAAAKk/T9Kq3GhYXck/s72-c/paulinha008_modificada.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-132864276502668388</id><published>2007-09-16T23:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T13:15:13.607+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sento-me na janela do tempo e vagueio, a par e passo, até atingir o momento mais alto da felicidade...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acho que já o alcancei, mas quando dou por mim, encontro-me outra vez sozinha, num ninho em busca de algo que não encontro...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Sozinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Sem ninguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Pequenina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Frágil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dia após dia sem saber que mais novidades vão surgir,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; sem a certeza do amanhã&lt;/em&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/20846240-132864276502668388?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/132864276502668388/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=132864276502668388' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/132864276502668388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/132864276502668388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2007/09/sento-me-na-janela-do-tempo-e-vagueio.html' title=''/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-8574471275873795101</id><published>2007-09-10T03:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:50:05.604Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;São 3h e pouco da manhã e resolvi viajar pelo meu blog...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Foda-se como as coisas mudam...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;o tempo passa e não damos conta das coisas que nos escapam, das coisas que nós perdemos ou das coisas que nos perdem...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Meses de trabalho, de alegria,sentimentos que estão aqui e que eu fiz parte deles...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;puta que pariu as mudanças da vida...algumas para melhor e agradeço&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/RuSnVLBxuWI/AAAAAAAAAKc/8BKCNRMkcmc/s1600-h/aniversariokat017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108391859524319586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/RuSnVLBxuWI/AAAAAAAAAKc/8BKCNRMkcmc/s320/aniversariokat017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;mas há uma coisa que não perco...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;...O sorriso que está sempre aberto para todos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Mundo estranho, este que os humanos criam...&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/20846240-8574471275873795101?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/8574471275873795101/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=8574471275873795101' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/8574471275873795101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/8574471275873795101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2007/09/so-3h-e-pouco-da-manh-e-resolvi-viajar.html' title=''/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/RuSnVLBxuWI/AAAAAAAAAKc/8BKCNRMkcmc/s72-c/aniversariokat017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-5196100131397261270</id><published>2007-09-08T23:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T23:12:04.108+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Escrevo para libertar imagens, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;para preencher linhas vazias  que nos atravessam no dia-a-dia sem darmos conta,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ou então até damos mas passamos por cima muitas vezes...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Atropelos acontecem todos os dias!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amizades que se desgastam ,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rodopio de tempestades que vagueiam no horizonte e espetam tal como o arco-iris atravessa o céu...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;São assim alguns dias...perdas, conquistas, suspiros, lamentos, sorrisos grandes...gestos pequenos...mãos vazias!!&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/20846240-5196100131397261270?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/5196100131397261270/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=5196100131397261270' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/5196100131397261270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/5196100131397261270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2007/09/escrevo-para-libertar-imagens-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-1898851311867286627</id><published>2007-09-07T18:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T18:26:32.090+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pequenos momentos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Brisas de sentimentos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sorrisos rasgados...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Partilha de experiências,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Recordações presas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Angústia de perder o que não se tem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Prazer em soltar o grito de liberdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FELICIDADE        FELICIDADE        FELICIDADE    &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abro os braços para imagens do tempo que não se apagam...nem vão apagar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20846240-1898851311867286627?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/1898851311867286627/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=1898851311867286627' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/1898851311867286627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/1898851311867286627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2007/09/pequenos-momentos.html' title=''/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-9161203214250742932</id><published>2007-09-04T14:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:50:05.779Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abre a porta e deixa-me partir....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já não quero essa, está vazia por dentro,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já a fechei há muito tempo, mas ela torna-se abrir...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Encerrei de vez e deitei a chave para longe, para lá do horizonte....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vou sozinha nesta caminhada, não quero ninguém atrás...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero encerrar-me dentro de mim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;e viajar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;nem que sejas em descoberta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;daquilo que não existe!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/Rt1dqrBxuVI/AAAAAAAAAKU/YzB8OyF5pK4/s1600-h/sev7n009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106340540194077010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/Rt1dqrBxuVI/AAAAAAAAAKU/YzB8OyF5pK4/s320/sev7n009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20846240-9161203214250742932?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/9161203214250742932/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=9161203214250742932' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/9161203214250742932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/9161203214250742932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2007/09/abre-porta-e-deixa-me-partir.html' title=''/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/Rt1dqrBxuVI/AAAAAAAAAKU/YzB8OyF5pK4/s72-c/sev7n009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-6129845682921359611</id><published>2007-09-02T19:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T19:44:38.983+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Às vezes guardamos imagens em albuns, cd's, em caixinhas, para mais tarde recordar o que se passou na nossa vida ...mas de que servem esses meios para guardarmos imagens?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Com o tempo perdem-se, desgastam-se, rasgam-se porque já não interessam...o melhor sítio é a nossa memória...por mais anos que passem elas ficam lá, imagens que perduram na memória...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não me digam o contrário, porque é verdade...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quantas vezes já não pensámos em rasgar ou apagar uma foto que já não interessa ou que nos arrasta para momentos menos bons que passámos na vida?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Pois é...pelo menos assim temos tudo arquivado e todos os dias podemos recordar pequenos momentos que marcam pela diferença!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20846240-6129845682921359611?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/6129845682921359611/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=6129845682921359611' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/6129845682921359611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/6129845682921359611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2007/09/s-vezes-guardamos-imagens-em-albuns-cds.html' title=''/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-2267821410758028152</id><published>2007-08-31T16:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:50:05.950Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;procurar o que não encontro;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;memórias que já não tenho;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;vento que atravessa o arco-iris do tempo;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;perdas;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pôr-do-sol;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;praia no horizonte;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;frio sem abraço quente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tempo que passa;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dias sem fim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/Rtg1xLBxuUI/AAAAAAAAAKM/RL_bk3nADvI/s1600-h/danoninho012_sem+cor.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104889296514562370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/Rtg1xLBxuUI/AAAAAAAAAKM/RL_bk3nADvI/s320/danoninho012_sem+cor.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20846240-2267821410758028152?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/2267821410758028152/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=2267821410758028152' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/2267821410758028152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/2267821410758028152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2007/08/procurar-o-que-no-encontro-memrias-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/Rtg1xLBxuUI/AAAAAAAAAKM/RL_bk3nADvI/s72-c/danoninho012_sem+cor.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-872387457288410568</id><published>2007-08-22T19:07:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T19:10:38.994+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;Dúvidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Incertezas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sem rumo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Para onde vou?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#336666;"&gt;Fazer o quê??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Vem lá mais um ano...&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/20846240-872387457288410568?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/872387457288410568/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=872387457288410568' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/872387457288410568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/872387457288410568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2007/08/dvidas-incertezas-sem-rumo.html' title=''/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-6029455426049767457</id><published>2007-08-19T18:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:50:06.450Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pessoas de uma noite ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/Rsh_hbBxuTI/AAAAAAAAAKE/rXZqKdiZbYY/s1600-h/DSCN5934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100466790164707634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/Rsh_hbBxuTI/AAAAAAAAAKE/rXZqKdiZbYY/s320/DSCN5934.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vamos ao banho?? sniff&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/Rsh_YLBxuSI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/0Nzxxp0otCQ/s1600-h/DSCN5931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100466631250917666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/Rsh_YLBxuSI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/0Nzxxp0otCQ/s320/DSCN5931.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/Rsh_LLBxuRI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/BaeM9fah7KU/s1600-h/DSCN5886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100466407912618258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/Rsh_LLBxuRI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/BaeM9fah7KU/s320/DSCN5886.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com vocês todos os dias...  pequenos momentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/20846240-6029455426049767457?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/6029455426049767457/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=6029455426049767457' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/6029455426049767457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/6029455426049767457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2007/08/pessoas-de-uma-noite-vamos-ao-banho.html' title=''/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/Rsh_hbBxuTI/AAAAAAAAAKE/rXZqKdiZbYY/s72-c/DSCN5934.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-5834820507037827675</id><published>2007-08-16T15:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T15:13:22.392+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;FUGI&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;DESAPARECI&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; PROCUREI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;MAS NÃO ENCONTREI....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Onde É Que estÁ ???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20846240-5834820507037827675?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/5834820507037827675/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=5834820507037827675' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/5834820507037827675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/5834820507037827675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2007/08/fugi-desapareci-procurei-mas-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-4365611586568743627</id><published>2007-08-11T02:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T03:45:15.551+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Não adianta fugir....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sim...tarde, mas cheguei a esta conclusão!!! Para onde quer que vá o pensamento está sempre naquilo que mais nos baralha ou mais perturba!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porquê que somos sugados sempre para aquilo que é mais nefasto da vida??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já imaginei um dia, assim, sem pensar em nada... hum..mas é ilusão, não é possível...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bem que tudo podia ser mais fácil!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;Sempre achei que as coisas fáceis de conseguir não tinham piada, mas há outras que não precisavam de ser tão complicadas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ponto final na história que um dia vai ter de acabar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero voltar a sorrir outra vez...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;quero voltar a ter cor&lt;/em&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/20846240-4365611586568743627?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/4365611586568743627/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=4365611586568743627' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/4365611586568743627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/4365611586568743627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2007/08/no-adianta-fugir.html' title=''/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-6069911713726857170</id><published>2007-08-07T08:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:50:07.013Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FÉRIAS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/Rrge7BVpYWI/AAAAAAAAAJM/XmI1IA90iCg/s1600-h/parquemondego+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095856977690059106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/Rrge7BVpYWI/AAAAAAAAAJM/XmI1IA90iCg/s400/parquemondego+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Melhor umas mini, mini, mini férias...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quinta-feira já regresso à minha cidade até lá quero descansar que bem mereço... até breve ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20846240-6069911713726857170?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/6069911713726857170/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=6069911713726857170' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/6069911713726857170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/6069911713726857170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2007/08/frias.html' title=''/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/Rrge7BVpYWI/AAAAAAAAAJM/XmI1IA90iCg/s72-c/parquemondego+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-8230936324177744746</id><published>2007-08-03T13:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:50:07.121Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quq'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero fugir....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Assim, para bem longe...Coimbra traz recordações estranhas, os caminhos que percorro todos os dias arrastam-me para memórias inesquecíveis que me prendem no tempo que me tira a vontade de correr...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero fugir...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para longe dos olhares que me perturbam, das pessoas que estranhamente me rodeiam, dos dias cinzentos que me perseguem muitas vezes...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Quero ir para longe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/RrMkBxVpYVI/AAAAAAAAAJE/8BbtGjLQebQ/s1600-h/P4190012_modificada.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094455216328761682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/RrMkBxVpYVI/AAAAAAAAAJE/8BbtGjLQebQ/s400/P4190012_modificada.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/20846240-8230936324177744746?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/RrMkBxVpYVI/AAAAAAAAAJE/8BbtGjLQebQ/s72-c/P4190012_modificada.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-7437398003393196316</id><published>2007-07-31T13:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:50:07.351Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;AS MINHAS MENINAS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/Rq8rmBVpYUI/AAAAAAAAAI8/c7IZfR4770w/s1600-h/jantar061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093337635773571394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/Rq8rmBVpYUI/AAAAAAAAAI8/c7IZfR4770w/s400/jantar061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;só para vocês...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;adoro...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;amo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;snifo a amizade que nos une...às três...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;CALOIRINHAS....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;O meu Orgulho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;mais do que duas caloiras, os meus bebés fainantes que guardo na minha caixinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20846240-7437398003393196316?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/7437398003393196316/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=7437398003393196316' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/7437398003393196316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/7437398003393196316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2007/07/as-minhas-meninas-s-para-vocs.html' title=''/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/Rq8rmBVpYUI/AAAAAAAAAI8/c7IZfR4770w/s72-c/jantar061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-940281978987738356</id><published>2007-07-29T01:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T02:00:46.194+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vou-me sentar no escuro e esperar que a luz me acorde...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;Quando ela chegar...vou me esconder, mas andar atrás sem que saiba!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;Vou seguir os passos em surdina para que não me ouça...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;Não me acordes os sentimentos porque eles querem ficar assim... pediram para serem calados e para ficarem trancados por suspiros e palpitações que sufocam a própria luz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;Por agora vou continuar a fugir não quero que a luz se perca...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHIU...não quero acordar, mas vou seguir a luz&lt;/strong&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/20846240-940281978987738356?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/940281978987738356/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=940281978987738356' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/940281978987738356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/940281978987738356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2007/07/vou-me-sentar-no-escuro-e-esperar-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-7017651948444421919</id><published>2007-07-22T13:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T14:02:28.343+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já não sei quanto tempo passou...mas foi muito...tou aqui desde ontem a tentar escrever algo, mas...não sei se tenho medo dquilo que vou escrever ou se não sei mesmo o que dizer...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Há coisas que não entendo e gostava de ter um dicionário para as descodificar...tão depressa as palavras se juntam como se separam...tão depressa o vento passa em brisa suave entre o rosto como vem em rodopio e não sei para onde fugir...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não sei se é de mim se do tempo agreste que se faz sentir, mas aguardo aquelas noites frias que sem dar conta ficam quentes e tórridas como se o Verão durasse o ano inteiro...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero viver o presente e deixar o passado enterrado onde sempre devia ter ficado!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nunca devia ter voltado a mexer nele, fica aí...deixa-me partir para longe de ti...não me voltes agarrar porque eu não te quero voltar a reencontrar, passado!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20846240-7017651948444421919?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/7017651948444421919/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=7017651948444421919' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/7017651948444421919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/7017651948444421919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2007/07/j-no-sei-quanto-tempo-passou.html' title=''/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-4913559444383339969</id><published>2007-07-15T14:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T14:57:13.409+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pela primeira vez...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje choveu dentro de mim ao recordar tempos passados...lembrei-me dos momentos solitários encobertos, do Sol nas tardes agrestes, do calor humano que ultrapassava todas as fronteiras, dos abraços cruzados com um gosto leve de aproximação e desejo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lembrei-me dos diálogos que eram uma constante e ficaram reduzidos ao nada...e deixei cair mais uma...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Foram tempos passados que preferia não ter vivido, não estar a recordar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;não quero mais viver de um passado sem futuro e estar num presente sem mim!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20846240-4913559444383339969?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/4913559444383339969/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=4913559444383339969' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/4913559444383339969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/4913559444383339969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2007/07/pela-primeira-vez.html' title=''/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846240.post-606975493805453599</id><published>2007-07-12T15:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T15:50:53.770+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinto que estou a lutar por algo que já não tem nexo... por algo que já não vale a pena conquistar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Só o tempo vai ditar o desfecho de algo que já não acontece há muito...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Só o tem po vai ditar o fim desta angústia de meses, deste tempo ocupado com tudo e mais alguma coisa, menos com o que realmente interessava...como por exemplo a minha vida pessoal...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apesar de às vezes não parecer também tenho vida própria...sinto como qualquer outro ser humano, sou normal, tenho stresses, não és só tu ou tu, eu sou igual a milhares de pessoas...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero voltar a estabilidade da vida que teima em dar voltas e mais voltas e fico sem perceber onde vou parar....parecem rotundas na vida...quanto mais voltas dou, mais longe tou de sair do sítio.... Quero viajar pelas nuvens de um olhar livre, sem perder tempo...e mais tempo...muito tempo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20846240-606975493805453599?l=bastaacreditar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/feeds/606975493805453599/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20846240&amp;postID=606975493805453599' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/606975493805453599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20846240/posts/default/606975493805453599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bastaacreditar.blogspot.com/2007/07/sinto-que-estou-lutar-por-algum-que-j.html' title=''/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094749285742176468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SipfOygnss/SObGXyVZlRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cYKvS2P_86Q/S220/credencial_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
