<?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-8741486744940731138</id><updated>2012-01-22T11:49:18.399Z</updated><title type='text'>momentos d'alma</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>107</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-8952343441393106803</id><published>2011-07-17T18:53:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T18:56:15.292+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6qUk2Mqk1-U/TiMiCVEvYzI/AAAAAAAABEI/G9tmf3Mv-nI/s1600/fotos020a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 182px; height: 200px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630381382555362098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6qUk2Mqk1-U/TiMiCVEvYzI/AAAAAAAABEI/G9tmf3Mv-nI/s200/fotos020a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quando parte quem nos enche a alma é uma perda difícil&lt;br /&gt;porque também coincide com a ausência de quem tinha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a sabedoria ou poder de nos consolar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741486744940731138-8952343441393106803?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/8952343441393106803/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=8952343441393106803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/8952343441393106803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/8952343441393106803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2011/07/quando-parte-quem-nos-enche-alma-e-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6qUk2Mqk1-U/TiMiCVEvYzI/AAAAAAAABEI/G9tmf3Mv-nI/s72-c/fotos020a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-1869254345050293032</id><published>2011-02-10T13:00:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-02-10T14:06:28.334Z</updated><title type='text'>o 10 de nós 2...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RbBNwn18RHM/TVPiMt0udVI/AAAAAAAABDI/ZqSFtJO1ruc/s1600/DSC00260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572045872074487122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RbBNwn18RHM/TVPiMt0udVI/AAAAAAAABDI/ZqSFtJO1ruc/s320/DSC00260.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mais do que momentos… acrescentamos alegrias&lt;br /&gt;mais do que amor… aliamos sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;mais do que fascínio…descobrimos maravilhas&lt;br /&gt;mais do que silêncio… transmitimos por gestos&lt;br /&gt;mais do que uma luz… sorrimos com o olhar&lt;br /&gt;mais do que vontade… desejamos&lt;br /&gt;mais do que um universo…uma vida&lt;br /&gt;mais do que eu e tu… o nosso amor&lt;br /&gt;mais do que idealizamos…sonhamos&lt;br /&gt;mais do que precisamos… aproximamo -nos cada vez mais e mais um do outro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741486744940731138-1869254345050293032?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/1869254345050293032/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=1869254345050293032&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/1869254345050293032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/1869254345050293032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2011/02/mais-do-que-momentos-acrescentamos.html' title='o 10 de nós 2...'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RbBNwn18RHM/TVPiMt0udVI/AAAAAAAABDI/ZqSFtJO1ruc/s72-c/DSC00260.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-6930479575001794059</id><published>2011-01-13T10:22:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-13T10:26:42.150Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS7TI9dy2vI/AAAAAAAABB8/289ixhcUT6E/s1600/Foto0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 257px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561614740741085938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS7TI9dy2vI/AAAAAAAABB8/289ixhcUT6E/s320/Foto0010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;é como um sentir amargo e rotineiro.&lt;br /&gt;é doloroso pois não surgem respostas apesar da procura.&lt;br /&gt;é como um encontro com a solidão.&lt;br /&gt;desejo encontrar o expoente certo, a união certa que me arranque desta procura desesperadora.&lt;br /&gt;são muitas as vezes em que tento mas acabo por sair derrotada.&lt;br /&gt;não desisto, porque no fundo sei que a solução está a caminho.&lt;br /&gt;a resposta sempre chega mas acaba sempre por lançar abaixo todas as minhas esperanças de triunfo.&lt;br /&gt;olho para o meu interior mas nunca me interesso suficientemente por mim própria.&lt;br /&gt;mas porquê?&lt;br /&gt;se sou tão singular como todos os outros seres&lt;br /&gt;só estou bem onde não estou e com o que não tenho.&lt;br /&gt;contradizer-me?&lt;br /&gt;não vale a pena.&lt;br /&gt;há momentos em que me dou conta que a resposta está presente em todo o meu caminho como perseguidora de palavras.&lt;br /&gt;o tempo que perco desmoraliza-me?&lt;br /&gt;talvez, mas não é em vão, nada acontece por acaso.&lt;br /&gt;acredito nestas palavras e sempre que tenho necessidade delas transformo-me em caçadora de palavras.&lt;br /&gt;é parte da minha razão de ser, da minha desculpa para não me arrepender de páginas anteriores do meu livro.&lt;br /&gt;e mesmo que me arrependa, ninguém o saberá pois o meu livro jamais será publicado.&lt;br /&gt;mas será sempre um livro escrito a tinta de vento pela mão da alma.&lt;br /&gt;o meu sentir a caneta, o meu silêncio será sempre lido pela ignorância e viverei para sempre na resposta que me inspira a escrever.&lt;br /&gt;nunca este livro será publicado, porque jamais este livro terá um fim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741486744940731138-6930479575001794059?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/6930479575001794059/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=6930479575001794059&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/6930479575001794059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/6930479575001794059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2011/01/e-como-um-sentir-amargo-e-rotineiro.html' title=''/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS7TI9dy2vI/AAAAAAAABB8/289ixhcUT6E/s72-c/Foto0010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-8533049717224430787</id><published>2010-12-24T10:55:00.007Z</published><updated>2010-12-24T11:09:57.998Z</updated><title type='text'>o teu presente...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TRR8UOmlPDI/AAAAAAAABBk/HG069YqId5M/s1600/Img248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554200927413812274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TRR8UOmlPDI/AAAAAAAABBk/HG069YqId5M/s320/Img248.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;o primeiro beijo que me deste foi na face (do lado direito). a primeira flor que me deste foi uma rosa vermelha. o primeiro abraço que me deste foi apertadinho, longo e guardado com um suspiro.&lt;br /&gt;há um ano estava triste porque queria que aquela noite fosse a última separada de ti, que o próximo natal já estaríamos juntos como uma familia. há um ano chorei e prometes-te que a distância seria para breve resolvida, que não passaríamos mais nenhum Natal separados… nunca mais.&lt;br /&gt;e o natal chegou e vamos celebrá-lo...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;os presentes que te posso dar são:&lt;br /&gt;uma rosa vermelha, que simboliza todo o amor que és na minha vida;&lt;br /&gt;um beijo na face (do lado direito), como símbolo do meu carinho e respeito por ti;&lt;br /&gt;e um abraço apertado, por todo o amor que me dás e que continua a fazer de mim a mulher mais amada e feliz do mundo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/8741486744940731138-8533049717224430787?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/8533049717224430787/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=8533049717224430787&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/8533049717224430787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/8533049717224430787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2010/12/o-teu-presente.html' title='o teu presente...'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TRR8UOmlPDI/AAAAAAAABBk/HG069YqId5M/s72-c/Img248.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-184452673100916380</id><published>2010-12-21T14:18:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-21T14:54:02.236Z</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Natal...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TRC_c9ap7vI/AAAAAAAABBA/f_pQtIhjlrs/s1600/21122010103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553148844791426802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TRC_c9ap7vI/AAAAAAAABBA/f_pQtIhjlrs/s320/21122010103.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Um Feliz Natal a todos e um 2011 tão bom como o que sonho para mim.&lt;/span&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/8741486744940731138-184452673100916380?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/184452673100916380/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=184452673100916380&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/184452673100916380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/184452673100916380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2010/12/feliz-natal.html' title='Feliz Natal...'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TRC_c9ap7vI/AAAAAAAABBA/f_pQtIhjlrs/s72-c/21122010103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-7867061002593619962</id><published>2010-12-10T00:05:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-12-10T00:26:24.248Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TQFweHUSZUI/AAAAAAAABA4/ZShJGkItst4/s1600/09122010087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 273px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548839878559688002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TQFweHUSZUI/AAAAAAAABA4/ZShJGkItst4/s320/09122010087.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;tu que marcas sempre a diferença.&lt;br /&gt;estás sempre a meu lado,&lt;br /&gt;dás-me a força que preciso,&lt;br /&gt;a motivação e a confiança.&lt;br /&gt;é o amor e o orgulho que temos um pelo outro que me invade o peito e me faz acreditar todos os dias mais e mais em nós. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/8741486744940731138-7867061002593619962?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/7867061002593619962/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=7867061002593619962&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/7867061002593619962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/7867061002593619962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2010/12/tu-que-marcas-sempre-diferenca.html' title=''/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TQFweHUSZUI/AAAAAAAABA4/ZShJGkItst4/s72-c/09122010087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-1380219801084197449</id><published>2010-12-02T15:54:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-12-02T16:04:16.805Z</updated><title type='text'>um sentir vazio...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TPfCAtHdx6I/AAAAAAAABAo/c94I9Rgkm68/s1600/Img241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 273px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546114783496751010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TPfCAtHdx6I/AAAAAAAABAo/c94I9Rgkm68/s320/Img241.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a noite chega e com ela os seus tormentos. começo por sentir a solidão das paredes e o vazio do meu coração a apertar-me. o pior da solidão é que mesmo rodeada por uma multidão de gente é só que me sinto. é estranho como se pode estar absorvida numa conversa, a sorrir e sentir-se ao mesmo tempo tão distante e sozinha. por vezes, sinto-me um embrulho, uma garrafa vazia a quem foi retirado o seu melhor. por vezes, sinto que sou apenas uma marioneta guiada por mãos invisíveis, um robô que executa tarefas todas elas programadas. sinto-me literalmente vazia. um vazio que à muito deixou de doer mas que incomoda que corrói a cada dia que passa. sinto o eco do meu coração a apelar à vida e à paixão…. mas o vazio continua. viver assim é como viver num sonho inconsciente.&lt;br /&gt;sou uma máquina descontrolada, que avança devagar e que não quer ser manobrada. este sentir queima-me destrói-me. quero acordar para a vida, para o amor, para o dia-a-dia. mas é difícil. ás vezes penso que vou enlouquecer. estou farta que me digam o que devo sentir, como e quando, que me digam que devo sorrir e que me acusem de não chorar em certas circunstâncias.&lt;br /&gt;olho para mim ao espelho e vejo duas faces uma metade morreu e a outra metade chora a que partiu. mas ambas continuam a sorrir e a manter a aparência.&lt;br /&gt;sinto o meu corpo mutilado, este silêncio dentro de mim, a ausência e o peso dos dias que passam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741486744940731138-1380219801084197449?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/1380219801084197449/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=1380219801084197449&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/1380219801084197449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/1380219801084197449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2010/12/um-sentir-vazio.html' title='um sentir vazio...'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TPfCAtHdx6I/AAAAAAAABAo/c94I9Rgkm68/s72-c/Img241.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-6080449066337940437</id><published>2010-11-26T14:05:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-11-26T14:22:33.893Z</updated><title type='text'>há dias...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TO_A09mzdsI/AAAAAAAABAY/WMZn0E3na7Q/s1600/n1084735023_30232014_5752790.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543861682439419586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TO_A09mzdsI/AAAAAAAABAY/WMZn0E3na7Q/s320/n1084735023_30232014_5752790.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;há dias em que a chuva lava tudo o que sinto&lt;br /&gt;e o céu limpa tudo o que possas trazer-me,&lt;br /&gt;há dias em que o vento consegue levar-te&lt;br /&gt;e o sol não aquece o frio que deixas cá dentro.&lt;br /&gt;há noites em que a Lua não desenha o teu rosto&lt;br /&gt;e as flores não me invadem com teu cheiro.&lt;br /&gt;há dias em que o coração bate inteiro&lt;br /&gt;e o meu olhar, canta o meu desgosto.&lt;br /&gt;há dias em que vivo sem ti no pensamento&lt;br /&gt;e a vontade de ser tua me lava.&lt;br /&gt;há dias em que quase consigo ser dona de mim&lt;br /&gt;mas são apenas dias… não duram mais que um momento.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;foto cedida por &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;António B. Fotografia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://antoniobphotografia.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;http://antoniobphotografia.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/8741486744940731138-6080449066337940437?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/6080449066337940437/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=6080449066337940437&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/6080449066337940437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/6080449066337940437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2010/11/ha-dias_26.html' title='há dias...'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TO_A09mzdsI/AAAAAAAABAY/WMZn0E3na7Q/s72-c/n1084735023_30232014_5752790.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-9145957209982190305</id><published>2010-11-19T09:40:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-19T09:53:02.039Z</updated><title type='text'>o som do teu silêncio...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ela sentada em sua cama semi-nua, assustada dentro de um silêncio extremamente cortante, ela recorda momentos. Ainda consegue sentir os beijos e as carícias em seu corpo depois de ter feito amor com tanta intensidade e prazer na despedida do que se poderia chamar de uma realizável etapa da sua vida.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda consegue sentir o cheiro dele que está entranhado no seu corpo, não sente vontade de lavá-lo para que possa ter a sensação de que ainda ele está perto, para que essa sensação tão única permaneça nela para a eternidade assim como o amor que ela sente por ele.&lt;br /&gt;Ela fez amor com ele sabendo que seria a última vez, suas lágrimas representam tudo de mais puro que possa existir neste mundo, chorou pela dor da perda, por se amarem e esse ser seguramente forte e verdadeiro, chorou porque foi a última vez que o sentiu. Ele a sentiu, ela se permitiu senti-lo também como nunca havia feito, és o seu homem, que a segura com força e ao mesmo tempo com toda a delicadeza. Seu corpo corresponde aos seus toques, irá com certeza sentir falta deles.&lt;br /&gt;Seu sentimento é de tristeza e de alegria. Tristeza por saber que acabou e de certo não terá mais volta, tristeza por saber que queres ficar longe dela, tristeza por dizeres que é melhor assim porque não quer magoá-la, tristeza por dizer -lhe que sofrerá e chorará. De alegria por saber que gostas dela assim como ela dele, de alegria por ter lido suas mensagens a dizer que irá sentir a sua falta e que não queria que fosse a última vez, de alegria por também lhe ouvir dizer que gostaria que tudo fosse diferente.&lt;br /&gt;É de verdade uma história que nada nem ninguém conseguirá apagar. Viveram coisas muito boas e algumas menos boas. Agora, parece que o mundo ruiu. A dor é forte e certamente não irá passar, suas lágrimas fluem pelo seu rosto com a mais pura sinceridade de sentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;Recordar lugares por onde passaram, músicas que escutaram e que fazem parte da história que eles viveram, momentos seus, lembranças de quando tudo começou e pressentia ela que um dia acabaria.&lt;br /&gt;O que farei agora? O que a vida vai fazer de mim sem ti? Como lidar com tudo isso que tenho guardado aqui dentro de mim? Não vás embora… Sente-me um pouco mais, ama-me um pouco mais, abraça-me em teus braços, faz de mim tua mulher.&lt;br /&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/8741486744940731138-9145957209982190305?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/9145957209982190305/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=9145957209982190305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/9145957209982190305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/9145957209982190305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2010/11/o-som-do-teu-silencio.html' title='o som do teu silêncio...'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-4035719425773618721</id><published>2010-11-18T10:36:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-11-18T10:45:22.537Z</updated><title type='text'>simples gesto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 293px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540837405909940242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TOUCQ5l1eBI/AAAAAAAAA_4/TJnYm-orWyc/s320/Img191a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;este é um gesto simples que para mim torna qualquer momento a dois unicamente perfeito. são duas mãos que se fazem sentir, dedos que se enlaçam e encaixam numa simbiose invejável, esta sensação que só tu me sabes dar é de uma leve mas confortável pressão, é como uma partilha de um doce e terno calor, um sentimento que gritamos silenciosamente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741486744940731138-4035719425773618721?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/4035719425773618721/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=4035719425773618721&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/4035719425773618721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/4035719425773618721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2010/11/simples-gesto.html' title='simples gesto...'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TOUCQ5l1eBI/AAAAAAAAA_4/TJnYm-orWyc/s72-c/Img191a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-3470891638255194591</id><published>2010-11-10T10:30:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-11-10T10:35:49.877Z</updated><title type='text'>10.11.10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TNp0rFSOfZI/AAAAAAAAA_o/n9Ubo8DpFSE/s1600/09112010008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537866975307267474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TNp0rFSOfZI/AAAAAAAAA_o/n9Ubo8DpFSE/s320/09112010008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E só tu, tens a chave mais importante,&lt;br /&gt;a do meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais um dia 10… acrescento mais um aos que já passaram… mais um mês.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje somo mais um dia a tudo o resto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje posso dizer-te que estou muito feliz por termos chegado até aqui, espero que possamos ir mais além, é o meu mais sincero desejo.&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te mais que tudo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741486744940731138-3470891638255194591?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/3470891638255194591/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=3470891638255194591&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/3470891638255194591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/3470891638255194591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2010/11/101110.html' title='10.11.10'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TNp0rFSOfZI/AAAAAAAAA_o/n9Ubo8DpFSE/s72-c/09112010008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-5171532084348272792</id><published>2010-10-22T13:51:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T14:10:41.627+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma Luzinha...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TMGJPREtiTI/AAAAAAAAA-4/oNbQyL6xtHc/s1600/Foto0072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530852712761887026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TMGJPREtiTI/AAAAAAAAA-4/oNbQyL6xtHc/s320/Foto0072.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Estou a um passo da maior mudança da minha vida... e apesar de ter muito que fazer...sinto-me muito feliz... Estou consciente das dificuldades que possam aparecer mas para mim quer a viagem quer o destino são motivos para sorrir.&lt;br /&gt;"Haja coragem e esperança".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741486744940731138-5171532084348272792?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/5171532084348272792/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=5171532084348272792&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/5171532084348272792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/5171532084348272792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2010/10/uma-luzinha.html' title='Uma Luzinha...'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TMGJPREtiTI/AAAAAAAAA-4/oNbQyL6xtHc/s72-c/Foto0072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-5005133128594529593</id><published>2010-10-10T10:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T10:10:00.825+01:00</updated><title type='text'>10.10.2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TK8N5i7O17I/AAAAAAAAA-w/8zQ9KgLwTTQ/s1600/0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525650550085834674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TK8N5i7O17I/AAAAAAAAA-w/8zQ9KgLwTTQ/s320/0016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;vou dar-te um beijo, consegues sentir?&lt;br /&gt;pareceu-me ver-te sorrir.&lt;br /&gt;pareceu-me ouvir que dizias "dá-me a tua mão que quero juntá-la à minha" e sem querer abri a minha mão e juro, pareceu-me que senti a tua.&lt;br /&gt;sabes, fazes-me falta... um bom dia para ti amor meu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741486744940731138-5005133128594529593?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/5005133128594529593/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=5005133128594529593&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/5005133128594529593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/5005133128594529593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2010/10/10102010.html' title='10.10.2010'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TK8N5i7O17I/AAAAAAAAA-w/8zQ9KgLwTTQ/s72-c/0016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-1980597167317188799</id><published>2010-10-05T23:36:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T23:55:55.213+01:00</updated><title type='text'>rosa príncipe negro...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TKuoyk92pII/AAAAAAAAA-o/TEsDksH4SO8/s1600/Img014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524694954770080898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TKuoyk92pII/AAAAAAAAA-o/TEsDksH4SO8/s320/Img014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;cai a primeira pétala suavemente para o chão,&lt;br /&gt;sabe que o fim está perto,&lt;br /&gt;nem nestes últimos instantes esquece a sua beleza intocável.&lt;br /&gt;desnuda-se da vida numa dança sensual&lt;br /&gt;pétala por pétala,&lt;br /&gt;cai ao sabor do vento,&lt;br /&gt;entrega-se nua&lt;br /&gt;ao seu derradeiro e último momento. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741486744940731138-1980597167317188799?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/1980597167317188799/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=1980597167317188799&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/1980597167317188799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/1980597167317188799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2010/10/rosa-principe-negro.html' title='rosa príncipe negro...'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TKuoyk92pII/AAAAAAAAA-o/TEsDksH4SO8/s72-c/Img014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-5484347229514200892</id><published>2010-09-24T14:08:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T16:15:37.223+01:00</updated><title type='text'>amor (des)ordenado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TJy_d1zd9pI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/5Xp0NrHGJCA/s1600/0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 227px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520497762629449362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TJy_d1zd9pI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/5Xp0NrHGJCA/s320/0040.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TJy_EiCXY8I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/-IPMXOmEeyo/s1600/0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;amor porque continuamos nós a levar a cabo uma relação louca como a nossa? feita de ventos que mudam ao mais simples sopro, onde o amor e o ódio não se aguentam nem por nada, onde estes se cruzam num vai e vem desnorteado. os dois conseguimos atormentar a ausência que fica despida e indiferente sentimentalmente, somos como uma peça de teatro aborrecida que não se aguenta cheia de cenas falhadas e personagens repetidas que se repetem cena após cena. camuflamos os sorrisos, as lágrimas, as palavras e principalmente os silêncios. não nos entendemos, nem tu compreendes o que te deixo nos intervalos das palavras que te escrevo.  gosto quando me ligas e me dizes “ não me digas nada que não vale a pena”, mas tu sabes porque acontece… é pelo facto de não suportar toda a distância que nos separa. não te desarmes de mim, pois não te quero saber de cor como quem decora a tabuada, transmite-me antes a sabedoria do teu ser. estou cansada deste puxa e empurra, destas brincadeiras de criança a ver quem cai primeiro no jogo do elástico onde já vezes sem conta os meus joelhos esmigalhados fizeram do chão o seu lugar preferido. continuo então este feio diálogo em que transformo o nosso amor, não te magoes amor meu, porque este amor para lá do nosso sentido é daqueles que viverá para sempre. &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/8741486744940731138-5484347229514200892?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/5484347229514200892/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=5484347229514200892&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/5484347229514200892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/5484347229514200892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2010/09/amor-porque-continuamos-nos-levar-cabo.html' title='amor (des)ordenado'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TJy_d1zd9pI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/5Xp0NrHGJCA/s72-c/0040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-6583713020345793598</id><published>2010-08-13T08:21:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T09:05:04.610+01:00</updated><title type='text'>falar de ti...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hoje acordei com vontade de falar de ti. sem escolher palavras, sem pensar no que ia escrever de ti. vou falar de alma aberta e de coração a derramar saudades. sabes por vezes sozinha apetecia-me gritar e dizer a toda a gente que existes em mim, descrever-te da melhor forma que pudesse... a única.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TGTzSS6jwaI/AAAAAAAAA84/o2oNGaxif7U/s1600/Img191.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 184px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504792140194234786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TGTzSS6jwaI/AAAAAAAAA84/o2oNGaxif7U/s200/Img191.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;descrever como esse teu sorriso mexe comigo, descrever o jeito da tua boca, o movimento que fazes com os teus lábios quando libertas palavras, descrever os traços que marcam a tua cara quando sorris. como queria eu, imitar o som da tua gargalhada, e o fechar dos teus olhos no mínimo segundo em que combinas a respiração e o suspiro profundo da tua boca. descrever o teu cheiro! esse perfume único que se mistura na tua pele. queria, falar disso e muito mais, contar-lhes como és e como pensas, falar do teu mau feitio, mas acima de tudo o bom que também sabes ser. queria falar desse teu jeito de saberes levar-me (com paciência), com essa tua forma de estar honesta. sabes, louvo o teu sentido de justiça, esse teu passar pela vida dos que te rodeiam sem indiferença.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poderei eu gostar tanto de ti, como de mim ou mais ainda? não é que isso seja mau, mas o meu egoísmo leva-me a querer fazer de ti o meu segredo, como que um tesouro que não se partilha, não querendo que te vejam através dos meus olhos, nem que te ouçam através das minhas palavras, que por mais merecidas que sejam, serão sempre as minhas.&lt;br /&gt;acordei assim, com vontade de falar de ti, ainda que pela metade, ainda que não tenha descrito sequer como são os teus abraços, nem o teu olhar... nem tantas outras coisas mais de ti.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741486744940731138-6583713020345793598?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/6583713020345793598/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=6583713020345793598&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/6583713020345793598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/6583713020345793598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2010/08/falar-de-ti.html' title='falar de ti...'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TGTzSS6jwaI/AAAAAAAAA84/o2oNGaxif7U/s72-c/Img191.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-4831871950502178935</id><published>2010-08-10T22:00:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T00:26:31.597+01:00</updated><title type='text'>10.agosto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://_yrp_78mynv8/TGFkYFRNsWI/AAAAAAAAA8A/QiYcv6oZmog/s1600/10..jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 168px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 148px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503790584517472610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TGFkYFRNsWI/AAAAAAAAA8A/QiYcv6oZmog/s400/10..jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hà dias assim... dias em que o mundo renasce, em que a vida ganha novas emoções, em que tudo parece ter um novo sentido. hà dias em que um sorriso pode fazer agitar as estrelas e tudo se detém para que um só ponto faça sentido. talvez isto sejam só palavras em que o significado é vazio de conteúdo… mas hà mesmo dias assim, e este ficou marcado na minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a ti amor um grande&lt;/span&gt; obrigado por ajudares a fazer com que todos os dias sejam especiais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741486744940731138-4831871950502178935?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/4831871950502178935/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=4831871950502178935&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/4831871950502178935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/4831871950502178935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2010/08/10agosto.html' title='10.agosto'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TGFkYFRNsWI/AAAAAAAAA8A/QiYcv6oZmog/s72-c/10..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-4706793922119264929</id><published>2010-07-12T23:25:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T20:41:04.451+01:00</updated><title type='text'>adiar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TDugLTlN3zI/AAAAAAAAA7U/78zxd4ZO24Q/s1600/Img212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493160286603829042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TDugLTlN3zI/AAAAAAAAA7U/78zxd4ZO24Q/s320/Img212.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;o tempo escorrega como grãos de areia que desaparecem por entre os dedos, tudo parece vulgar. a esperança dá lugar à decepção. os desejos são agora passados sem presente.&lt;br /&gt;mas, na verdade, é da vulgaridade de um instante que nasce a grandeza de um momento. talvez se olhar mais consiga ver realmente que todo o tempo tem o seu significado. nada na vida pode ser adiado &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/8741486744940731138-4706793922119264929?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/4706793922119264929/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=4706793922119264929&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/4706793922119264929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/4706793922119264929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2010/07/adiar.html' title='adiar...'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TDugLTlN3zI/AAAAAAAAA7U/78zxd4ZO24Q/s72-c/Img212.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-7218250173886347860</id><published>2010-07-06T15:24:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T15:50:00.709+01:00</updated><title type='text'>doce madrugada...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http:///_YRP_78MYNv8/TDM9Hic-CZI/AAAAAAAAA6k/V7mPJGsT1vg/s1600/0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 166px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 253px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490799570411456914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TDM9Hic-CZI/AAAAAAAAA6k/V7mPJGsT1vg/s320/0025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;exploro cada pedaço da tua pele, absorvendo cada gotícula suave do teu mágico cheiro que desperta em mim todos os sentidos. é como um voo infinito, onde exploro a terra num segundo deixando o mundo da fantasia tocar de leve o corpo da realidade. agitas-me, conduzes-me a alma, para um doce e terno acordar.&lt;br /&gt;lá fora a lua incendeia o ar como uma bola de fogo, as sombras do luar agitam-se com a suave brisa da noite, a folhagem das árvores ganha humidade. as minhas asas desabrocham, libertam-se ao vento que passa, travadas na doce madrugada, levando comigo o teu doce cheiro.&lt;br /&gt;abro-te a alma ao sopro do amor, descubro-te, ocupo-te, em cada letra que te escrevo, em cada beijo que deixo sobre o teu corpo, a cada toque que não sentes e em cada sonho que te sinto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amo-te&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741486744940731138-7218250173886347860?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/7218250173886347860/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=7218250173886347860&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/7218250173886347860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/7218250173886347860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2010/07/doce-madrugada.html' title='doce madrugada...'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TDM9Hic-CZI/AAAAAAAAA6k/V7mPJGsT1vg/s72-c/0025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-571293604786370452</id><published>2010-07-03T10:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T15:52:07.082+01:00</updated><title type='text'>foi à 1 ano...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Faz hoje 1 ano que senti um enorme aperto na alma, faz hoje 1 ano que morreu a minha KUKA. A minha cadela, um membro da família, tratada e amada como família. Era suporte incondicional nos piores momentos. Pela companhia, pela fidelidade, pela inocência, pela inteligência, por tudo o que caracterizava... um ser de excepção. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489317803628405954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TC35dXB_pMI/AAAAAAAAA6c/maD3ivgk5uQ/s200/Img069.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;A KUKA partiu e deixou muita saudade. Mas deixa também tudo que foi possível aprender com este "ser" genuíno. Por isso o que fica é a certeza do privilégio que foi viver ao teu lado.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741486744940731138-571293604786370452?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/571293604786370452/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=571293604786370452&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/571293604786370452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/571293604786370452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2010/07/foi-1-ano.html' title='foi à 1 ano...'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TC35dXB_pMI/AAAAAAAAA6c/maD3ivgk5uQ/s72-c/Img069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-1899011204649863885</id><published>2010-06-24T00:03:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T11:20:43.430+01:00</updated><title type='text'>momentos d'alma...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;será o silêncio, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;o som sombrio do vento? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ou &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;momentos d’alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;presos no meu pensamento?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;algo me entristece. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;escapam-me dos olhos lágrimas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sinto breves lamentos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;enquanto lá fora a noite escurece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;no céu, só estrelas pretas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nas costas, só o bater das asas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;de pequenas borboletas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741486744940731138-1899011204649863885?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/1899011204649863885/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=1899011204649863885&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/1899011204649863885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/1899011204649863885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2010/06/momentos-dalma.html' title='momentos d&apos;alma...'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-5666108450277422600</id><published>2010-06-23T15:42:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T15:59:54.883+01:00</updated><title type='text'>palavras ao vento...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://_yrp_78mynv8/TCIdv2uAt8I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/Q5QxO6BrYEI/s1600/04.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 233px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 122px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485980004070242242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TCIdv2uAt8I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/Q5QxO6BrYEI/s320/04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bateu-me um leve e fresco vento pela face, que atingiu as palavras que tanto queria pronunciar-te, que tanto queria dizer-te. Vento ameno que passa, e que me atinge a alma, mas que não atrevo a levá-lo para longe sobre as minhas asas. Vento silencioso que passa atingindo-me o coração e que se desfaz no ar como areia do deserto. Sinto a carícia dos teus dedos invisíveis, afagar-me o cabelo, sinto o teu abraço apertado quando este vento se aproxima, a sua força arrasta-me, num remoinho de sentimentos ao vento amigo que me acompanha. Sinto a tua carícia, a tua presença mesmo na ausência, é aqui que o vento acalma permitindo que a tarde finalize em silêncio, numa ânsia que faz com que o meu peito arda de saudade. Ao nascer da noite quando o vento voltar a soprar-me a face para despertar para mais uma noite que promete ser calma, onde o vento amigo e companheiro eterno me apanhará a alma que voará para sempre no dorso sereno do teu ser. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/8741486744940731138-5666108450277422600?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/5666108450277422600/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=5666108450277422600&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/5666108450277422600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/5666108450277422600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2010/06/bateu-me-um-leve-e-fresco-vento-pela.html' title='palavras ao vento...'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TCIdv2uAt8I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/Q5QxO6BrYEI/s72-c/04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-726973218017187072</id><published>2010-06-16T15:30:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T16:02:59.316+01:00</updated><title type='text'>sentidos cortados...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TBjgp-EHSQI/AAAAAAAAAzU/Rx-S9td7qvU/s1600/noite%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 176px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 167px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483379557963090178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TBjgp-EHSQI/AAAAAAAAAzU/Rx-S9td7qvU/s400/noite%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ofereço aos braços da noite o meu corpo cansado. É aqui que finalmente solto a alma de borboleta selvagem, na escuridão que me rodeia. Na companhia das estrelas, voo pelos campos adormecidos e orvalhados, sentindo a cada bater de asas, o cintilar das gotículas de água que cedem à minha passagem. Voo, em direcção a lado nenhum, numa ansiedade de libertar a dor que me apaga por dentro. Desejo encontrar, neste voo apertado, a alma perdida num leito qualquer. Compreendo, o vazio da minha própria ausência, porque sinto-o cortar-me os sentidos. A noite, longa, negra e fria não consegue incluir em mim a força que me sai da alma. Finjo perder-me, até encontrar aquele dia que amanheço em mim e me trago de volta a este corpo vazio. &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/8741486744940731138-726973218017187072?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/726973218017187072/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=726973218017187072&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/726973218017187072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/726973218017187072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2010/06/160610.html' title='sentidos cortados...'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TBjgp-EHSQI/AAAAAAAAAzU/Rx-S9td7qvU/s72-c/noite%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-5117268667917252746</id><published>2010-06-09T10:31:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T10:36:59.758+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ficas?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TA9gm4LLVQI/AAAAAAAAAyo/oVD2XNeo97Y/s1600/0026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480705492563744002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TA9gm4LLVQI/AAAAAAAAAyo/oVD2XNeo97Y/s320/0026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Queria acolher-te para sempre no meu mundo,&lt;br /&gt;Adormecer a teu lado.&lt;br /&gt;Sentir-te procurar-me durante a noite.&lt;br /&gt;Como é bom sentir o teu beijo nas minhas costas, é bom quando me abraças com força enquanto entrelaçados um no outro.&lt;br /&gt;Sei que não te lembras, mas acordo em cada procura, em cada ternura que me dás enquanto sonhas.&lt;br /&gt;É tão bom tu e eu.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto que gostas de mim, muito mais do que ambos pensamos sentir.&lt;br /&gt;Fica comigo, ficas? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/8741486744940731138-5117268667917252746?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/5117268667917252746/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=5117268667917252746&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/5117268667917252746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/5117268667917252746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2010/06/ficas.html' title='Ficas?'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TA9gm4LLVQI/AAAAAAAAAyo/oVD2XNeo97Y/s72-c/0026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-8926877773559211577</id><published>2010-05-18T23:10:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T16:27:39.388+01:00</updated><title type='text'>e...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http:///_YRP_78MYNv8/S_MRNSBS6nI/AAAAAAAAAx4/aVUn2UR2ldY/s1600/Adeus_.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;um dia, uma semana ou meses, será muito tempo?&lt;br /&gt;tempo demais para perder as palavras&lt;br /&gt;tempo de menos para descobrir quem sou.&lt;br /&gt;talvez tente, quem sabe.&lt;br /&gt;e então é melhor dizer adeus, para já. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/8741486744940731138-8926877773559211577?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/8926877773559211577/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=8926877773559211577&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/8926877773559211577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/8926877773559211577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2010/05/e.html' title='e...'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-1987757966903878044</id><published>2010-05-09T19:01:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T11:21:19.787+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ma petite lumiére</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/S-b60UmYY6I/AAAAAAAAAxs/CD6140lsI0c/s1600/Fotos+Janeiro+020a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469334574277878690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/S-b60UmYY6I/AAAAAAAAAxs/CD6140lsI0c/s320/Fotos+Janeiro+020a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;une petite lumiére est apparue&lt;br /&gt;dans le ciel noir que je ne voulais pas illuminer&lt;br /&gt;un vent doux est venu &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sussurrando-me ao ouvido &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;num silêncio que eu não quero agitar&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741486744940731138-1987757966903878044?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/1987757966903878044/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=1987757966903878044&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/1987757966903878044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/1987757966903878044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2010/05/ma-petite-lumiere.html' title='ma petite lumiére'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/S-b60UmYY6I/AAAAAAAAAxs/CD6140lsI0c/s72-c/Fotos+Janeiro+020a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-9188660472462123861</id><published>2010-04-22T14:38:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T15:07:15.638+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...na tua mão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://com/_YRP_78MYNv8/S9BSyE50qnI/AAAAAAAAAu0/UXFuFW_TYIc/s1600/Foto02670.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462957368263617138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/S9BSyE50qnI/AAAAAAAAAu0/UXFuFW_TYIc/s400/Foto02670.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;encontrei na tua mão&lt;br /&gt;o amor,&lt;br /&gt;no teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;o meu futuro,&lt;br /&gt;és tudo o que quero.&lt;br /&gt;a teu lado descobri que sem ti&lt;br /&gt;nada sou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;o que sinto por ti, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;é perfeito...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;é amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741486744940731138-9188660472462123861?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/9188660472462123861/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=9188660472462123861&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/9188660472462123861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/9188660472462123861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2010/04/na-tua-mao.html' title='...na tua mão'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/S9BSyE50qnI/AAAAAAAAAu0/UXFuFW_TYIc/s72-c/Foto02670.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-5886979135892281808</id><published>2010-04-16T14:09:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T14:15:28.073+01:00</updated><title type='text'>meu silêncio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/S8hh73q2e5I/AAAAAAAAAsk/0Cpul-VRKDU/s1600/02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 291px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460722229370583954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/S8hh73q2e5I/AAAAAAAAAsk/0Cpul-VRKDU/s400/02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;no meu silêncio escrevo,&lt;br /&gt;ouço e penso...&lt;br /&gt;no silêncio dos outros,&lt;br /&gt;ouço e sinto...&lt;br /&gt;neste silêncio atroador,&lt;br /&gt;ouço, sinto e perco forças...&lt;br /&gt;no silêncio da minha solidão,&lt;br /&gt;todos os silêncios se juntam&lt;br /&gt;ao som do meu silêncio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741486744940731138-5886979135892281808?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/5886979135892281808/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=5886979135892281808&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/5886979135892281808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/5886979135892281808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2010/04/meu-silencio.html' title='meu silêncio'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/S8hh73q2e5I/AAAAAAAAAsk/0Cpul-VRKDU/s72-c/02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-6921610493583020035</id><published>2010-04-01T15:07:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T21:51:54.340+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/S8hnA_eLLXI/AAAAAAAAAs8/Q5eQ0XLLhxs/s1600/0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Perde-se algo.&lt;br /&gt;É ter uma lasca por dentro.&lt;br /&gt;Liberta-se um silêncio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Engulo gritos&lt;br /&gt;Silencioso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Amargo&lt;br /&gt;Nada, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;é tudo o que sou.&lt;br /&gt;Nada vale o que quer que seja diante o tudo que deixo de ser.&lt;br /&gt;O que sou é tudo o que fica... ainda que nada seja. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741486744940731138-6921610493583020035?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/6921610493583020035/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=6921610493583020035&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/6921610493583020035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/6921610493583020035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2010/04/nada.html' title='...'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-6150226060961346569</id><published>2010-03-23T15:11:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-23T15:15:58.986Z</updated><title type='text'>(Ch)amo-te...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/S6jbCmfsgfI/AAAAAAAAAqA/Wze4efs3_is/s1600-h/amar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 140px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451848186671694322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/S6jbCmfsgfI/AAAAAAAAAqA/Wze4efs3_is/s200/amar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chamo-te,&lt;br /&gt;Para que me sintas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chamo-te,&lt;br /&gt;Para que me ouças.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chamo-te,&lt;br /&gt;Dizes tu que não te quero,&lt;br /&gt;Dizes tu que não penso em ti…&lt;br /&gt;Mas, amor não há outra coisa em que pensar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chamo-te,&lt;br /&gt;Tanta coisa tenho eu para te dizer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chamo-te,&lt;br /&gt;À minha vida,&lt;br /&gt;À minha vontade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chamo-te&lt;br /&gt;Porque não sei estar afastada de ti,&lt;br /&gt;É não ter parte de mim,&lt;br /&gt;Por isso amor, (Ch)amo-te.&lt;br /&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/8741486744940731138-6150226060961346569?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/6150226060961346569/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=6150226060961346569&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/6150226060961346569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/6150226060961346569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2010/03/chamo-te.html' title='(Ch)amo-te...'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/S6jbCmfsgfI/AAAAAAAAAqA/Wze4efs3_is/s72-c/amar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-4980709871226839551</id><published>2010-03-17T22:26:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-03-17T22:37:57.856Z</updated><title type='text'>a tua mão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/S6FXXpA50sI/AAAAAAAAAp4/oTEJyOQW-cM/s1600-h/Foto0267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449733087753261762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/S6FXXpA50sI/AAAAAAAAAp4/oTEJyOQW-cM/s200/Foto0267.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Entranço a minha mão na tua, para procurar o teu calor. Aquele calor que me aquece a mão, mas também a alma. Sabes porque a procuro? É um necessitar de ti, é um querer, uma procura por um pouco de ti, procuro nela aquilo que por vezes gostaria de ouvir em palavras. Quando agarras a minha mão com a tua, trazes-me de ti, e é este gesto que me dá tanto do teu sentir. Gosto quando com a tua mão apertas a minha com força. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741486744940731138-4980709871226839551?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/4980709871226839551/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=4980709871226839551&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/4980709871226839551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/4980709871226839551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2010/03/tua-mao.html' title='a tua mão'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/S6FXXpA50sI/AAAAAAAAAp4/oTEJyOQW-cM/s72-c/Foto0267.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-7398677529583898118</id><published>2010-03-10T23:28:00.011Z</published><updated>2010-03-11T00:31:38.503Z</updated><title type='text'>...10 de um mês qualquer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/S5gsMvw_rcI/AAAAAAAAApw/laamfqCdvz8/s1600-h/Foto0286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 127px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447152346796633538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/S5gsMvw_rcI/AAAAAAAAApw/laamfqCdvz8/s200/Foto0286.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Era uma noite de Agosto quando ela o viu pela primeira vez, mas bastou um sorriso, um olhar para ela se apaixonar por ele, ficava horas a fio a pensar nele, imaginando-o. Sussurrava, sorria sozinha, e era normal encontrá-la a olhar a lua, com um sorriso na cara, ouvindo e cantarolando a música que ele tinha escolhido para eles.&lt;br /&gt;Quando se declararam um ao outro, abraçaram-se, deram as mãos e beijaram-se como se o mundo fosse terminar naquela noite. Não era formal nem precisava de o ser, porque ela estava ciente de que aquela alegria enorme que nem lhe cabia no peito, só podia vir de um sentimento tão evidente e verdadeiro como o deles, e nem eram precisas palavras. Por hábito encontravam-se aos fins-de-semana, sexta era o dia mais desejado, pois mantinham-se juntos, apreciavam o melhor que tinham para partilhar. Ela amava-o, do mais fundo do seu ser, amava-o com todos os seus defeitos com todas as suas qualidades… E como ele sabia fazê-la feliz. A felicidade dela era contagiante, todos aqueles que se cruzavam com ela sorriam e cobiçavam o sorriso “rasgado” de mulher apaixonada que ela tinha.&lt;br /&gt;Passou 1 ano e 7 meses, ela resolveu fazer-lhe uma surpresa e comprou o relógio que ele desejava ter, numa loja lá da Vila.&lt;br /&gt;Nesse dia foi ter com ele mais cedo do que o normal, e durante a sua alegre viagem, encontrou-se com algumas amigas que lhe disseram de que o amor dos dois era mais que completo e que de certeza ficariam juntos para sempre, ela mostrou novamente o tal sorriso “rasgado” e respondeu: É o nosso AMOR e este não terá FIM.&lt;br /&gt;Depois disto, foi sentar-se no lugar do costume, e foi quando o vento ofegou mais forte do que era normal, ela virou a cara para que areia não entrasse nos olhos.&lt;br /&gt;Mas aquela que não entrou nos olhos, juntou-se no peito e impediu-a de respirar, fazendo o frágil coração bater desordenadamente.&lt;br /&gt;Ela ergueu-se, atirou-lhe o presente e correu... correu até não poder mais. Não conseguia chorar, não porque não tinha vontade, mas porque não acreditava no que tinha visto. Ele tinha-a “traído”, não era possível, não podia ser, jamais ela imaginava que ele a pudesse magoar desta forma. Ela passou a odiá-lo, assim como estava certa que o amava mas que não conseguiria mais estar ao lado dele. Passaram-se meses, semanas e dias e ela continuava a pensar nele e sentia o peito cada vez mais apertado, sentia-se angustiada e com uma forte vontade de chorar de todas as vezes que aquele momento lhe vinha à memória.&lt;br /&gt;Um certo dia, sem ela esperar ele foi falar com ela, pediu-lhe desculpas, aceitou ter errado, confessou o seu remorse e disse que a amava e que não a podia perder. Ela tremia mas manteve-se sempre imóvel e calada enquanto ele falava, no fim apenas teve coragem para lhe dizer: “Vai embora”.&lt;br /&gt;(Ele partiu, mas os dois continuaram a amar-se).&lt;br /&gt;Com o passar do tempo ela achou que o devia perdoar, esquecendo o que se tinha passado.&lt;br /&gt;E foi numa tarde de Março, que ele foi ter com ela, ele do outro lado da rua com o relógio no pulso que ela lhe tinha dado gritou “ Eu amei-te, amo-te e vou amar-te para sempre, AMOR FICAS COMIGO? Ela olhou no fundo dos olhos dele e sorriu.&lt;br /&gt;Foi um momento único, mágico e tão rápido, que por um breve instante deixou de o ver e aconteceu o pior, ele tinha sido atropelado por um carro ao atravessar da rua. Por momentos ela manteve-se imóvel, de seguida correu para ele, pegou-lhe na mão e disse-lhe num suspiro: “SIM AMOR, EU QUERO FICAR CONTIGO” … ele fechou os olhos e esboçou um último sorriso para ela.&lt;br /&gt;Ela continuou a visitá-lo todos os fins-de-semana, falava com ele e sabia que jamais a resposta viria do outro lado, conversava com ele e como ela se arrependeu de não o ter procurado mais cedo, de não o ter perdoado.&lt;br /&gt;Os meses passaram e as visitas passaram a ser menos frequentes, até ao dia em que ela decidiu que tinha que por um ponto final no seu sofrimento.&lt;br /&gt;Foi ao quarto dele, abriu as cortinas, sentou-se ao lado dele, pegou-lhe na mão e sussurrou-lhe ao ouvido “ Amor, desculpa por ter demorado tanto a perdoar-te”, perdoa-me.&lt;br /&gt;Ela queria ficar naquele quarto para sempre, mas sabia que não podia ir ali sempre, vê-lo, conversar com ele sem receber mais resposta.&lt;br /&gt;Ela levantou-se, beijou-o, olhou para ele e chorou, encostou as cortinas, abriu a porta e já a passar a linha da porta, ouviu um murmúrio “ Eu também quero ficar contigo amor”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741486744940731138-7398677529583898118?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/7398677529583898118/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=7398677529583898118&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/7398677529583898118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/7398677529583898118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='...10 de um mês qualquer'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/S5gsMvw_rcI/AAAAAAAAApw/laamfqCdvz8/s72-c/Foto0286.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-361104198472415311</id><published>2010-02-28T11:40:00.007Z</published><updated>2010-02-28T12:06:19.172Z</updated><title type='text'>"fazes-nos falta"...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/S4pXRC32WFI/AAAAAAAAApg/EmBr4xzUbLg/s1600-h/00130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 173px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443259049971177554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/S4pXRC32WFI/AAAAAAAAApg/EmBr4xzUbLg/s200/00130.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Uma das pessoas mais meigas que conheci na minha vida ontem enviou-me a seguinte mensagem "Fazes-nos falta".&lt;br /&gt;Não é maravilhoso, é como música para os meus ouvidos. Quem é que, no seu estado normal de sensibilidade, não gostaria de ouvir estas palavras?&lt;br /&gt;Sentada no sofá a ver um filme, tiro o som da TV e pergunto-me do que sinto eu afinal, falta?&lt;br /&gt;Pois bem a partir daqui muita coisa me veio à cabeça como por exemplo:&lt;br /&gt;Sinto falta das bolachas de manteiga da minha tia (Maria Elisa) que ela fazia e, sim, só ela as fazia tão perfeitamente “bem-feitas”.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto falta das longas horas à conversa passadas com o meu pai.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto falta de correr com a genica toda e sentir a brisa fria da manhã na minha cara só porque me sentia mal e queria libertar o que me martirizava.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto falta de um sorriso, daqueles bem verdadeiros, de um olhar sincero sobre mim e não para mim.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto falta de um tal abraço que me levava para o lugar mais seguro de mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Sim, sobretudo sinto falta de honestidade.&lt;br /&gt;Faz-me, falta alguém a meu lado que não me julgue pelos meus erros casuais.&lt;br /&gt;Sobretudo sinto, falta de ti Dora, a tal amiga verdadeira, aquela que não dizia ser a melhor amiga, mas que agia sempre como tal, ainda que estivesse a quilómetros de distância. Podem perguntar " Mas não tens mais amigos?".&lt;br /&gt;Tenho, sim. Pois aprendi que não preciso de ter muitos amigos para me sentir bem, bastam aqueles que realmente eu mereço e que me merecem também. No entanto desejava, que não estivessem tão longe, porque me faz falta uma vida diária com eles, faz-me falta a partilha de momentos com eles.&lt;br /&gt;Porque sinto que algo em mim me falta quando estou longe de quem é importante na minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;Para ti Zézinha, por ontem me fazeres sentir tremendamente feliz, por provocares em mim um sentimento tão digno como a &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"SAUDADE"&lt;/span&gt; e a necessidade de mim. É sinal de que faço algo de bom aos outros ao ponto de alguém necessitar da minha presença e de querer manter a amizade a todo o custo.&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, te digo de todo o coração: vocês também me “fazem muita falta”.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741486744940731138-361104198472415311?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/361104198472415311/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=361104198472415311&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/361104198472415311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/361104198472415311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2010/02/fazes-nos-falta.html' title='&quot;fazes-nos falta&quot;...'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/S4pXRC32WFI/AAAAAAAAApg/EmBr4xzUbLg/s72-c/00130.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-5805250788906238388</id><published>2010-02-04T11:07:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-02-04T11:18:05.589Z</updated><title type='text'>Despertar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/S2qq-K0Io6I/AAAAAAAAAkM/RCLGPEkDbWs/s1600-h/Fotoeu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 95px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434343885407560610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/S2qq-K0Io6I/AAAAAAAAAkM/RCLGPEkDbWs/s200/Fotoeu.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No escuro da noite entorpecida, torneiam docemente os traços curvos do teu ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Observo, no rasgar deste despertar a ternura de cada movimento teu, sinto no ar o perfume da tua pele que me renova.&lt;br /&gt;Mergulhada num silêncio compreendido, aguardo o toque do teu corpo sobre a minha pele quero despertar desta noite que escasseia a cada segundo, quero acordar com a luz do teu dia, vagar cada centímetro do teu corpo.&lt;br /&gt;Cresce o dia em simultâneo com o prazer que os nossos corpos descarregam, num abraço apertado, as bocas embebidas num beijo longo, desatam pequenos gemidos que não conseguimos esgotar, enquanto as nossas almas se perdem no infinito e único momento, em que te tenho e tu me tens.&lt;br /&gt;O dia rompe, entram os primeiros raios de luz que queimam a nossa pele já humedecida pelos cursos da luxúria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero -te no fim de cada dia, onde a noite te trará de volta para mim, onde as estrelas iluminaram os trechos da lua e esta guiará novamente os nossos sonhos envoltos num abraço que só tu me sabes dar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741486744940731138-5805250788906238388?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/5805250788906238388/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=5805250788906238388&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/5805250788906238388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/5805250788906238388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2010/02/despertar.html' title='Despertar...'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/S2qq-K0Io6I/AAAAAAAAAkM/RCLGPEkDbWs/s72-c/Fotoeu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-1891673498320855359</id><published>2010-01-12T22:35:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-12T22:37:25.644Z</updated><title type='text'>Sabes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/S0z5jDwG3pI/AAAAAAAAAi8/1gOdw3haTM8/s1600-h/3cora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 184px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425986031772425874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/S0z5jDwG3pI/AAAAAAAAAi8/1gOdw3haTM8/s200/3cora.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Amar-te como a limpidez clara da água, sentir-te como a delicadeza da seda, é mais, muito mais que tudo aquilo que possa ter sentido antes de ti, e, se até este instante não sabia explicar este sentir, agora sei o que é não amar assim.&lt;br /&gt;Colho o teu abraço, sinto cada parte da tua pele colar-se a mim, o teu aroma penetra-me os sentidos e o meu corpo treme ao receber-te em mim.&lt;br /&gt;Sei do perfume da tua boca, do sabor da tua pele, do toque do teu olhar em mim. Quero sentir para todo o sempre a sensação de ter o teu abraço apertado em mim, das palavras que nos dizemos em silêncio.&lt;br /&gt;Provo do teu corpo, fazes-me vibrar em ti, e gosto do prazer que transborda do teu olhar quando estás em mim.&lt;br /&gt;Sabes a alma conduz-nos e a minha leva-me somente para junto de ti.&lt;br /&gt;Sabes o amor comanda-nos, e o meu bate no teu peito. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741486744940731138-1891673498320855359?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/1891673498320855359/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=1891673498320855359&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/1891673498320855359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/1891673498320855359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2010/01/sabes_12.html' title='Sabes...'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/S0z5jDwG3pI/AAAAAAAAAi8/1gOdw3haTM8/s72-c/3cora.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-8703520965475330201</id><published>2009-12-23T10:20:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-23T11:07:08.891Z</updated><title type='text'>Boas Festas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Um desejo de Bom Natal e Boas festas para todos, e o mais importante, façam do Natal quando tiverem vontade e não apenas uma vez por ano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SzHw1gUmXZI/AAAAAAAAAig/rbFXOJ2Dpk0/s1600-h/image1000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 148px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 164px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418376628703485330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SzHw1gUmXZI/AAAAAAAAAig/rbFXOJ2Dpk0/s200/image1000.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não se esqueçam de entrarem com o pé esquerdo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Boas festas...Um Bom 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/8741486744940731138-8703520965475330201?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/8703520965475330201/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=8703520965475330201&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/8703520965475330201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/8703520965475330201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2009/12/boas-festas.html' title='Boas Festas...'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SzHw1gUmXZI/AAAAAAAAAig/rbFXOJ2Dpk0/s72-c/image1000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-2613652199303586736</id><published>2009-12-17T23:03:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-12-17T23:16:18.779Z</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/Syq7H6dJP8I/AAAAAAAAAiA/R_2YUq_L3aM/s1600-h/imag2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416347246491418562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/Syq7H6dJP8I/AAAAAAAAAiA/R_2YUq_L3aM/s200/imag2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lugar vazio, um grito ao vento.&lt;br /&gt;Alucinação de um corpo em movimento?&lt;br /&gt;Desejo familiar, meta da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudade,&lt;br /&gt;Dor no peito sentida!&lt;br /&gt;Dor que tenta encher um lugar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A tua ausência dói.&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas caiem&lt;br /&gt;Presença do vasto vazio em mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741486744940731138-2613652199303586736?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/2613652199303586736/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=2613652199303586736&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/2613652199303586736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/2613652199303586736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/Syq7H6dJP8I/AAAAAAAAAiA/R_2YUq_L3aM/s72-c/imag2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-7281199116258607236</id><published>2009-12-02T23:42:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-12-03T10:10:12.116Z</updated><title type='text'>Palavras que vagueiam...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 152px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410788777070658226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/Sxb7uaP3grI/AAAAAAAAAhU/cp594e7_l38/s200/Foto0126a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Deixo-me adormecer no silêncio da noite, deixo-me levar por pensamentos espalhados de um sítio qualquer. Invado as estrelas e encontro um grande vazio, os meus pensamentos vagueiam como castigo nas alas do vento que sopra de norte.&lt;br /&gt;Escuto cada palavra tua não dita, cada letra que não me escreveste, procurando simplesmente, perceber para onde elas foram, e onde eu tanto queria que elas me levassem. Só, mortificada, num espaço vazio onde me tento encontrar dentro deste nada que sou, dilacerada deixo-me cair sobre o disfarce das estrelas que a noite sombria e gélida, prostra sobre mim. Sinto-me perdida no lugar eterno de um abraço teu que me faz largar tudo e me leva para lá de todos os limites… do meu olhar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741486744940731138-7281199116258607236?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/7281199116258607236/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=7281199116258607236&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/7281199116258607236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/7281199116258607236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2009/12/palavras-que-vagueiam.html' title='Palavras que vagueiam...'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/Sxb7uaP3grI/AAAAAAAAAhU/cp594e7_l38/s72-c/Foto0126a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-6950199534023703443</id><published>2009-11-25T22:21:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-11-25T23:41:21.544Z</updated><title type='text'>Refúgio...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/Sw2u35jCDvI/AAAAAAAAAhM/bZOwuXoyu7g/s1600/Santacruz.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408171002905628402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/Sw2u35jCDvI/AAAAAAAAAhM/bZOwuXoyu7g/s200/Santacruz.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Visito o mar no silêncio da tarde, súplica firme do teu silêncio que me leva a querer ficar aqui no limite destes dois mundos, recordo os sentimentos que no passado fustigaram a minha alma. O sol ergue-se espelhando a luz da lua que repousa já para lá do horizonte, o sol retalha com o calor e o brilho, o azul do oceano vasto que se alastra até onde o meu olhar consegue alcançar. O bater das ondas nas lajes da margem é o único som que consigo entender, a brisa do mar devasta-me o corpo, e silencia-me a alma. O meu olhar afastado, poisa no cintilar vasto que paira no horizonte, revejo momentos meus já passados, sinto um ar intenso de metade de mim que flutua no tempo. É aqui, que a minha alma se sente mais próxima da sua essência, é aqui que me sinto mais completa, sabendo que também tu me sentes aqui. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Neste encontro secreto onde eu estou, onde tu estás … onde continuamos sós… unicamente as almas estão unidas, os corpos aguentam-se na distância continuando à espera de um futuro que nos faça voltar ao passado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741486744940731138-6950199534023703443?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/6950199534023703443/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=6950199534023703443&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/6950199534023703443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/6950199534023703443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2009/11/refugio.html' title='Refúgio...'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/Sw2u35jCDvI/AAAAAAAAAhM/bZOwuXoyu7g/s72-c/Santacruz.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-8193172257746648734</id><published>2009-11-19T10:44:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-11-19T12:01:26.390Z</updated><title type='text'>amar é...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 84px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405766726346353986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SwUkMlaALUI/AAAAAAAAAgg/zaU86-MrXb0/s200/Img167.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Amar é só…&lt;br /&gt;Amar! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É banal&lt;br /&gt;Todos amam&lt;br /&gt;Mas o meu amor por ti&lt;br /&gt;é diferente,&lt;br /&gt;amo-te… amando-te&lt;br /&gt;Docemente, afastada&lt;br /&gt;amando-te muito. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Estas palavras podem não dizer nada, mas foram ditas para ti, espero de alguma forma que também sejam recordadas, estão aqui para te lembrar... com todo o meu amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741486744940731138-8193172257746648734?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/8193172257746648734/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=8193172257746648734&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/8193172257746648734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/8193172257746648734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2009/11/amar-e.html' title='amar é...'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SwUkMlaALUI/AAAAAAAAAgg/zaU86-MrXb0/s72-c/Img167.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-1870586809149096953</id><published>2009-11-07T16:35:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-11-10T11:40:49.294Z</updated><title type='text'>A cada segundo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SvWiiCrsnjI/AAAAAAAAAf4/-gNev8ho9NM/s1600-h/Img093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 113px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401402033820180018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SvWiiCrsnjI/AAAAAAAAAf4/-gNev8ho9NM/s200/Img093.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Espero pelo tempo que passa lentamente, suporto com dor a dura realidade, percebo que a cada segundo martela na minha alma a dor que a vida me impõe deixando-me o corpo preso. A prisão do dia-a-dia arrasta-se a meus pés pede-me para ficar, para assim me massacrar o corpo. Cansada a alma à muito que perdeu asas, entreguei-as, devolvi-as para não mais ver as ilusões dos sonhos de que me alimentava.&lt;br /&gt;Quero devolver o corpo qual fato alugado em noite de festa, mas ninguém o aceita. Quero partir, quero comprar um bilhete só de ida, e não mais voltar… mas a realidade recusa-me a alegria de poder voar para lá do horizonte, nega-me a paz que o corpo chama, nega-me tudo porque afinal apenas mereço o nada.&lt;br /&gt;O tempo detêm-se a cada minuto para me lembrar que tenho de senti-lo passar, na alma a dor que provoca cada paragem entre os segundos que passam, o corpo fractura-se deixando-me dobrada sobre o fardo da realidade.&lt;br /&gt;Deixei de sonhar, apenas porque deixei de dormir e a alma esgota-se ao perceber que este não é mais o meu mundo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d6QE4EJrIFc&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d6QE4EJrIFc&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" 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type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2009/11/espero-pelo-tempo-que-passa-lentamente.html' title='A cada segundo...'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SvWiiCrsnjI/AAAAAAAAAf4/-gNev8ho9NM/s72-c/Img093.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-6423432881233786492</id><published>2009-11-04T11:14:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-11-26T15:52:39.398Z</updated><title type='text'>Lágrima de Silêncio...</title><content type='html'>Lágrimas de silêncio congeladas&lt;br /&gt;Escorrem até aos meus lábios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saboreio-as como quem prova&lt;br /&gt;O sabor do mar&lt;br /&gt;Mar que mostro em gotas&lt;br /&gt;De silêncio de não mais te tocar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De tanto beber destas gotas&lt;br /&gt;Vou afogando-me nesse mar&lt;br /&gt;Morro assim no silêncio&lt;br /&gt;De não mais os teus lábios beijar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Triste silêncio&lt;br /&gt;Das tuas mãos não poder tocar&lt;br /&gt;Oiço o que resta de ti…&lt;br /&gt;Um nada… Um lacrimejar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741486744940731138-6423432881233786492?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/6423432881233786492/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=6423432881233786492&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/6423432881233786492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/6423432881233786492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2009/11/lagrima-de-silencio.html' title='Lágrima de Silêncio...'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-1015623835495025477</id><published>2009-10-30T11:00:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-10-30T11:58:10.872Z</updated><title type='text'>O que nos une...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SurIOdVA6AI/AAAAAAAAAe4/3HdB-h0Tzqk/s1600-h/corrente.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 185px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398347254073452546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SurIOdVA6AI/AAAAAAAAAe4/3HdB-h0Tzqk/s200/corrente.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;É no bico desta caneta que te adivinho, que revisto com a ponta dos dedos os campos vazios de um corpo por delinear, arranco sombras traço contornos faço o tempo esperar por ti adiando o próximo segundo com a própria respiração. Prego as mãos no peito, agito a minha alma à procura da tua, seguro com a delicadeza e com a força de quem segura uma porcelana fina e delicada. Diante de ti sou mulher com sentimentos concretizados, a tua imaginação deu-me corpo e cobriu a minha alma de vida, pudeste-me tocar antes mesmo de te ver, pudeste-me sentir mesmo antes de a ti chegar.&lt;br /&gt;Neste universo, onde os sentidos subjugam o corpo, onde o vazio está perfeitamente cheio de nós, as palavras são ecos que apenas comprovam o que sinto por ti.&lt;br /&gt;É como elos de uma corrente que a ti me liga, é como um segredo que deposito nos ramos da eternidade. Por entre todo este espaço imenso os sinais, as imagens, as palavras são feitos de pedaços meus e teus, que marcam e reconhecem sem erros, o verdadeiro sentimento que nos une.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741486744940731138-1015623835495025477?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/1015623835495025477/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=1015623835495025477&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/1015623835495025477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/1015623835495025477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-que-nos-une_30.html' title='O que nos une...'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SurIOdVA6AI/AAAAAAAAAe4/3HdB-h0Tzqk/s72-c/corrente.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-3229646525667160727</id><published>2009-10-21T10:32:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T10:42:34.350+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tão perto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Esta gota infinita onde condenso todos os momentos de várias vidas.&lt;br /&gt;Nestes momentos em que me fecho sobre a minha alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/St7V4VWvTmI/AAAAAAAAAeY/HD3fJUA8tBg/s1600-h/gota_de_amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 183px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 207px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394984567418343010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/St7V4VWvTmI/AAAAAAAAAeY/HD3fJUA8tBg/s200/gota_de_amor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mesmo não estando a teu lado vejo-te todas as noites, retrato cada imagem tua, cada instante nosso. Risco sobre esta folha os traços que decorei de ti, adapto a cada palavra partes do teu corpo que tanto desejo. Nesta folha de papel que é o meu mundo, crio cada aresta da tua imagem uso as cores da tua pele e o perfume do teu corpo. Aponto as formas simétricas da tua alma que conheço desde que te vi pela primeira vez. Nos espaços das palavras impõe-se o sentir com que te escrevo, é como uma borboleta que ganha asas, invadindo o firmamento do céu pela primeira vez. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Neste lugar nosso mágico, onde a noite e o dia se baralham num pôr-do-sol eterno, deixo cair do meu olhar uma lágrima de saudade, uma gota dessa tão ansiada eternidade que carrega dentro o sal da vida e o aroma da tua alma. Adormeço a cada noite com o melhor de ti, acordo de cada sonho com o rosto ainda dormente, carrego-te em cada amanhecer com as marcas dos teus lábios, nos meus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sabes, estarás comigo em todas as noites da eternidade dos tempos e descobrirei que em cada raiar de um novo dia, continuarás aqui tão perto… tão perto de mim. &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/8741486744940731138-3229646525667160727?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/3229646525667160727/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=3229646525667160727&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/3229646525667160727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/3229646525667160727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2009/10/esta-gota-infinita-onde-condenso-todos.html' title='Tão perto...'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/St7V4VWvTmI/AAAAAAAAAeY/HD3fJUA8tBg/s72-c/gota_de_amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-980462575058900413</id><published>2009-10-07T11:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T11:06:29.797+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Instantes de solidão...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SsxnoJjtmcI/AAAAAAAAAdw/etPuvinqUag/s1600-h/ASAS_MULHER.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 177px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389796793513777602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SsxnoJjtmcI/AAAAAAAAAdw/etPuvinqUag/s200/ASAS_MULHER.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Olho para o horizonte na expectativa de encontrar o limite entre a terra e o céu, quero espalhar pelo universo a minha solidão, a minha vontade de ficar só. No limiar deste momento, quero deixar para trás tudo o que alcancei, olho o futuro sem ver o que vem, vivo apenas o conforto deste momento em que me deixo compreender pelo silêncio. Devoro todos os sons que o futuro me quer trazer, sofro com o toque da brisa fria deste ar que me acaricia a face, deixo que o silêncio me consuma na solidão deste instante, em que o dia adormece nos braços da minha noite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Desisto, deixando que os pensamentos escapem para esse universo que à minha frente se prolonga. Acredito, libertar-me deste corpo velho e usado que não me pertence, quero ganhar novas asas, voar de novo, numa liberdade há muito subjugada. Sentada espero que a noite me agarre num alongado instante de solidão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741486744940731138-980462575058900413?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/980462575058900413/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=980462575058900413&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/980462575058900413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/980462575058900413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2009/10/instantes-de-solidao.html' title='Instantes de solidão...'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SsxnoJjtmcI/AAAAAAAAAdw/etPuvinqUag/s72-c/ASAS_MULHER.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-6838135917684288803</id><published>2009-09-24T11:31:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T11:38:30.327+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A rosa que um dia me deste...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Serei palavra morta, destituída, vazia que se perde entre frases?&lt;br /&gt;Serei texto sem criador, obra despojada de senso?&lt;br /&gt;Sou um nada, feita de muitas coisas, sou um pouco de tudo, de todos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Letras submersas num oceano de verbos, sozinha na constante procura do que não encontro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SrtLHWEPb3I/AAAAAAAAAcY/TkS7mfSUK5A/s1600-h/Img247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 159px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384980369006096242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SrtLHWEPb3I/AAAAAAAAAcY/TkS7mfSUK5A/s200/Img247.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cruzei-me contigo um dia, num recanto de um sonho, numa parte esquecida do Universo. Sentia-me como uma alma desprovida de corpo, como que um corpo vazio de alma, tu surges como se fosses o meu refugio. E num olhar que se cruzou, na força dos sentidos, instalei-me em teu peito e tu… tu abraçaste-me.&lt;br /&gt;Acolheste-me em ti como uma boca sedenta, recebe a água fresca. Abriguei-me no teu corpo, no teu calor, como um mendigo que ganha um agasalho em pleno inverno. Agora tu és o corpo despido, e eu?&lt;br /&gt;A manta que te cobre a pele, transportando nas mãos a rosa que um dia me deste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/8741486744940731138-6838135917684288803?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/6838135917684288803/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=6838135917684288803&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/6838135917684288803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/6838135917684288803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2009/09/rosa-que-um-dia-me-deste.html' title='A rosa que um dia me deste...'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SrtLHWEPb3I/AAAAAAAAAcY/TkS7mfSUK5A/s72-c/Img247.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-7086615562565588402</id><published>2009-09-09T01:20:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T01:29:33.019+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tatuagem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/Sqb180l1YNI/AAAAAAAAAbw/0CKSwS35uk8/s1600-h/acidente+193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 189px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379257230198923474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/Sqb180l1YNI/AAAAAAAAAbw/0CKSwS35uk8/s200/acidente+193.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Como conseguir tatuar em mim momentos e palavras que um dia me disseste? Gostava de guardar na pele para poder mostrar a todos essa felicidade e esse amor que um dia colocas-te na minha alma. Mas será que o que sinto de tão meu alcançaria outra dimensão só por estar em forma de tatuagem?&lt;br /&gt;Não acredito...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tu és a minha tatuagem, embutida em mim em forma de imagem escondida que vai mudando com a lenta transformação do meu corpo, com o fomento do meu ser, porque afinal, tu também mudas ao meu pequeno sinal de mudança. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu e tu já somos uma história, uma vida em duas vidas fazendo com que seja o tempo a moldar em nós a nossa tatuagem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741486744940731138-7086615562565588402?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/7086615562565588402/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=7086615562565588402&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/7086615562565588402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/7086615562565588402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2009/09/tatuagem.html' title='Tatuagem...'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/Sqb180l1YNI/AAAAAAAAAbw/0CKSwS35uk8/s72-c/acidente+193.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-5909439355775357149</id><published>2009-09-04T12:14:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T12:39:35.975+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Silêncio Perfeito...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SqD4mKUCfpI/AAAAAAAAAbo/slf2_RtAXrU/s1600-h/cheiro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 158px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 181px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377571289567493778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SqD4mKUCfpI/AAAAAAAAAbo/slf2_RtAXrU/s200/cheiro.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SqD3llAhbrI/AAAAAAAAAbg/1Iud5bh-NEI/s1600-h/cheiro.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SqD3llAhbrI/AAAAAAAAAbg/1Iud5bh-NEI/s1600-h/cheiro.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Perfeito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A tua pele contra a minha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A nossa música que a recordação&lt;br /&gt;Ceifa dentro de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tens na tua boca palavras soltas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nos meus cabelos os teus dedos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nos meus olhos, o teu olhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sinto o bater do teu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nos meus ouvidos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Como o som de um poema &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que me ofereces sem saberes, e que, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Neste silêncio perfeito, existes só para mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741486744940731138-5909439355775357149?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/5909439355775357149/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=5909439355775357149&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/5909439355775357149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/5909439355775357149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2009/09/silencio-perfeito.html' title='Silêncio Perfeito...'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SqD4mKUCfpI/AAAAAAAAAbo/slf2_RtAXrU/s72-c/cheiro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-4786679839109628546</id><published>2009-08-25T05:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T06:56:17.600+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E porque eu também...Parti</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SpN3JNPwgEI/AAAAAAAAAZk/6XNO-cpg4Mg/s1600-h/bnco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 153px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373769780441415746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SpN3JNPwgEI/AAAAAAAAAZk/6XNO-cpg4Mg/s200/bnco.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oculto-me de novo em mais uma noite escura, onde o brilho da lua se apagou no vazio da tua ausência. Onde a luz da Lua se apagará de novo com a aparecimento do dia. A realidade é esta e consome-me os sonhos, apaga-me os sentidos e dilui as tuas palavras em imagens feitas de nada. É na luz deste novo dia que as minhas forças se sucumbem, como um castelo feito de areia que se desfaz à primeira onda da maré. Fiquei só, comigo mesmo, neste mar de palavras, agora desprovido de sentidos, porque já nada para mim faz sentido. De alma vazia, deixo cair por chão os sonhos que planeei noite após noite.&lt;br /&gt;A tua alma, grita-me, implora, quer sair de mim, e eu? Porque não lhe abro a porta?&lt;br /&gt;Quero ter coragem abrir-te a porta e deixar-te partir, com a liberdade que te deixei entrar, mas não é fácil deixar-te ir… As noites sem ti serão longas de mais, escuras e frias, deixas-me o corpo adormecido, e o espírito este ausenta-se para te procurar mesmo sabendo que não encontrarei mais o caminho para chegar até junto de ti, sabes até o mapa que me guiava é agora uma folha de manuscrito, vazia de referências. A luz que me conduzia até a ti está agora apagada e o brilho do teu olhar escondeu-se há muito tempo do meu. A Lua, companheira da minha noite, fechou-me a porta, deixando apenas um pequeno raio de luz no céu escuro da minha noite, hoje demasiado longa.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje perdi-te, sem nunca teres sido meu.&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/8741486744940731138-4786679839109628546?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/4786679839109628546/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=4786679839109628546&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/4786679839109628546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/4786679839109628546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2009/08/e-porque-eu-tambemparti.html' title='E porque eu também...Parti'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SpN3JNPwgEI/AAAAAAAAAZk/6XNO-cpg4Mg/s72-c/bnco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-296292088799627416</id><published>2009-08-11T23:00:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T00:07:55.889+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentir as tuas palavras...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SoHs744hoJI/AAAAAAAAAY0/auv1qn5vac8/s1600-h/rec.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 390px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368832744428249234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SoHs744hoJI/AAAAAAAAAY0/auv1qn5vac8/s400/rec.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Descanso nas estrelas escuto o silêncio atroador que me inquieta. Consigo perceber que é frágil a linha que nos separa e que é grande o caminho que nos quer unir. Vagueio no sem fim que é o mar de estrelas à procura do silêncio que me corta. Encontro-me no negro do céu, perco o brilho das estrelas, observo a Lua e procuro respostas no silêncio que ela me dá. Tento seguir o que me perde, e consumo-me no vazio das Palavras. Preocupa-me não as ouvir, não as sentir mesmo sabendo que elas estão lá, que tu as vês, que tu as sentes, que tu as pensas... mas que não mas dizes.&lt;br /&gt;Sei que elas estão no final do extenso caminho escondidas pelas nuvens que escondem o céu que vagueio, palavras sem vontade de se descobrirem. O silêncio continua atroador, mas andarei, lutarei pelo extenso caminho até ultrapassar a linha que nos separa, e como quem abre uma porta, encontrarei a vontade às Palavras. Pois melhor que ouvir as tuas Palavras é senti-las espelhadas no teu olhar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741486744940731138-296292088799627416?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/296292088799627416/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=296292088799627416&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/296292088799627416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/296292088799627416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2009/08/descanso-nas-estrelas-escuto-o-silencio.html' title='Sentir as tuas palavras...'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SoHs744hoJI/AAAAAAAAAY0/auv1qn5vac8/s72-c/rec.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-4641155136550450433</id><published>2009-08-10T06:24:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T06:28:58.248+01:00</updated><title type='text'>10...Agosto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/Sn-vmtszEII/AAAAAAAAAYs/qAnjCtpKP5M/s1600-h/Img166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368202360486301826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/Sn-vmtszEII/AAAAAAAAAYs/qAnjCtpKP5M/s200/Img166.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Naquele momento em que olhei para ti, fiquei atraída pela tua energia interior, pela doçura que o teu sorriso me transmitiu, o teu olhar meigo que me deixou perdida no tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Senti-me como que deslocada do planeta, como se tudo à volta deixasse de existir, como se existíssemos apenas nós. Sem dar por mim, fui perdendo a cabeça por alguém que nem conhecia mas que aos poucos foi-me mostrando um pouco daquilo que eu queria. Nem sei bem o que procurava, mas comecei a sentir que a incerteza foi acalmada com o passar do tempo e com a tua presença mais assídua.&lt;br /&gt;A seguir encontrei a necessidade de te descobrir, precisando sentir-te cada vez mais perto da minha vida. Hoje e depois do que vivi a teu lado guardo um todo de sentimento, em resumo: o facto de se Amar alguém, no lugar de se mostrar, não é boa escolha para segurar a pessoa de quem se gosta. Gosto de ti de uma maneira especial… e se amar é liberdade das nossas escolhas, então quero amar-te e se possível para sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a ti, obrigado)&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/8741486744940731138-4641155136550450433?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/4641155136550450433/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=4641155136550450433&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/4641155136550450433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/4641155136550450433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2009/08/10agosto.html' title='10...Agosto'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/Sn-vmtszEII/AAAAAAAAAYs/qAnjCtpKP5M/s72-c/Img166.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-7923319926917734948</id><published>2009-07-26T14:09:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T14:16:22.860+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A dor do Amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SmxXAj3G_4I/AAAAAAAAAX8/LsUZ3IJ40IU/s1600-h/Img129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362756923429420930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SmxXAj3G_4I/AAAAAAAAAX8/LsUZ3IJ40IU/s200/Img129.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SmxWhWrLnpI/AAAAAAAAAX0/P3esvia63ng/s1600-h/Img129.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hoje, choro o meu maior amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Metade da minha alma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hoje é o luto, que nunca me poderá deixar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/8741486744940731138-7923319926917734948?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/7923319926917734948/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=7923319926917734948&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/7923319926917734948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/7923319926917734948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2009/07/dor-do-amor.html' title='A dor do Amor...'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SmxXAj3G_4I/AAAAAAAAAX8/LsUZ3IJ40IU/s72-c/Img129.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-3467247407759780207</id><published>2009-07-17T14:40:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T14:40:56.392+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Finalmente Férias...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SmB-44SrFfI/AAAAAAAAAXk/tG7ov0XIUeg/s1600-h/ferias.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 156px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359423072219370994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SmB-44SrFfI/AAAAAAAAAXk/tG7ov0XIUeg/s200/ferias.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Entrei de férias...Finalmente!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Uns merecidos dias de descanso depois de um longo ano de trabalho. O blog vai estar uns dias parado, mas podem continuar a enviar os vossos comentários. Desejo boas férias a todos, ou bom trabalho caso tenha mesmo de ser!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Bjos&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/8741486744940731138-3467247407759780207?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/3467247407759780207/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=3467247407759780207&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/3467247407759780207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/3467247407759780207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2009/07/finalmente-ferias.html' title='Finalmente Férias...'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SmB-44SrFfI/AAAAAAAAAXk/tG7ov0XIUeg/s72-c/ferias.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-8906409778247054817</id><published>2009-07-15T14:00:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T10:02:14.673Z</updated><title type='text'>No teu abraço...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No teu abraço,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No teu abraço apenas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O único lugar onde me encontro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É no teu abraço onde me aconchego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Esse abraço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Carapaças pequenas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Onde adormece &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O meu desassossego.&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/8741486744940731138-8906409778247054817?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/8906409778247054817/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=8906409778247054817&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/8906409778247054817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/8906409778247054817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2009/07/ha-tanto-para-te-dizer.html' title='No teu abraço...'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-1668719099168726069</id><published>2009-07-10T08:35:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T12:17:12.247Z</updated><title type='text'>10...Bom Dia Amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SlZ0c2dR02I/AAAAAAAAAWk/8ow8q6Hk0LM/s1600-h/cheiro.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A madrugada rompe por entre os cortinados que cobrem as janelas do quarto. Eu fiquei, a noite toda a olhar para ti, guardei o teu sono como se fosse o teu anjo da guarda. Os raios de sol vêm acariciar-te a face, e mostram a tua sensualidade, iluminando cada contorno do teu corpo que tanto amo.&lt;br /&gt;A tua respiração lenta mostra a tranquilidade que te invade não só o corpo, mas especialmente a alma. Contemplo-te, alcanço a certeza que fazes parte de mim como se fosses a outra metade do meu ser. De mão na tua seguro-a, abraçada a ti manténs-me quente, contra o teu corpo.&lt;br /&gt;O dia este agita-se, mas aqui duas almas estão unidas, num abraço apertado. Aqui o tempo impede a agitação do dia e o quarto é como um templo onde o sagrado e o profano se baralham, onde o amor é vivido por nós.&lt;br /&gt;Na mesinha de cabeceira o relógio, no seu rodar fixo, arrasta-nos aos dois para a realidade de um dia pronto a começar, acordas, abres os olhos de mansinho e dizes-me: Bom dia amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741486744940731138-1668719099168726069?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/1668719099168726069/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=1668719099168726069&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/1668719099168726069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/1668719099168726069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2009/07/10bom-dia-amor.html' title='10...Bom Dia Amor...'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-2080398945710368003</id><published>2009-07-07T08:05:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T09:00:22.853+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"a Morte"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Estás em cada esquina, convidas-me a agarrar o teu braço queres que abandone o corpo deixando a vida, para te abraçar e partir contigo de mão dada na escuridão da noite. É do outro lado da rua que uma luz me chama pelo nome, diz-me que é por ali o caminho, é por ali a vida.&lt;br /&gt;Olhas-me em cada esquina, escondes-te na sombra de cada beco. Andas atrás de mim como se da minha própria sombra se tratasse. Olho-te nos olhos, vejo-te a cara, assustas-me, porque vejo um vazio e um olhar assombroso. Delicado equilíbrio entre o normal e a queda, entre a redenção e a salvação, entre a morte e a vida. Um dia eu sei que serei tua, és perspicaz, és paciente, persistente, e sei que a vitória um dia será tua.&lt;br /&gt;É inevitável, um dia as correntes vão quebrar, e nessa noite aceitarei ir contigo, levar-me-ás. Mas até lá deixo-te na esquina, a porta esta fica entreaberta para o próximo encontro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SlLz3h3GWoI/AAAAAAAAAWc/IXME0ArdIeM/s1600-h/Img025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355611042204768898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SlLz3h3GWoI/AAAAAAAAAWc/IXME0ArdIeM/s200/Img025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Era na tua companhia que encontrava tranquilidade, mas por força do destino perdi-te. Hoje o meu coração, encontra um largo e carinhoso lugar para se deitar, é na recordação dos teus brinquedos no cheiro a cão, no vazio da casa, que com lágrimas mergulho a dor e a saudade para te encontrar.&lt;br /&gt;Acompanhas-me sempre para sempre… para ti kuka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741486744940731138-2080398945710368003?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/2080398945710368003/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=2080398945710368003&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/2080398945710368003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/2080398945710368003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2009/07/morte.html' title='&quot;a Morte&quot;'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SlLz3h3GWoI/AAAAAAAAAWc/IXME0ArdIeM/s72-c/Img025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-4108674420747041504</id><published>2009-06-25T15:15:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T15:15:02.036+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Corpo das minhas palavras...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SkKd8ycxoWI/AAAAAAAAAWU/1j8CeJAVM-U/s1600-h/Img272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351012974929748322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SkKd8ycxoWI/AAAAAAAAAWU/1j8CeJAVM-U/s200/Img272.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Todas as noites ao fechar os olhos penso-te sozinha neste quarto, onde todas as noites és sonhado, como se de um jardim imaginário, perfumado de aromas, lugar sagrado. Hoje sou canto, voz de poeta, musica perfeita que em teus sentidos agita. Esta noite, rasgo o silêncio, conquisto-te com mil palavras, apagando as sombras que se escondem detrás de ti.&lt;br /&gt;És corpo das minhas palavras, bafo nos meus textos, livro vasto onde te descrevo. Dás-me alento como se de oxigénio se tratasse, és brilho de estrela, chama do meu sol. Cobres o teu corpo de silêncio, nu que aqueço em mim, imagem delineada do teu corpo, ou simples saudade que as palavras descrevem! Distância que te trás para perto, lugar meu onde a saudade se propaga pelo universo. És o livro que a cada dia escrevo, atulho de palavras e sentidos (vividos), adormeço a escrever-te, como se fosse meu corpo teu. É luz, o teu sentir, delicado esse teu espírito que esvoaça na minha mente.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje quero-te, não em palavras mas num abraço, apertado.&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/8741486744940731138-4108674420747041504?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/4108674420747041504/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=4108674420747041504&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/4108674420747041504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/4108674420747041504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2009/06/corpo-das-minhas-palavras.html' title='Corpo das minhas palavras...'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SkKd8ycxoWI/AAAAAAAAAWU/1j8CeJAVM-U/s72-c/Img272.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-7296173976918154814</id><published>2009-06-16T15:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T15:42:41.837Z</updated><title type='text'>Destino</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Só caminho, lentamente, sobre cada página, sentindo-me com o corpo cansado, a alma esta tenta conduzir-me. Procuro no escuro, a luz de um dia qualquer, desejo que a noite chegue e que traga a Lua que teima em se esconder. Demorado é cada segundo que carrega o tempo atrás de mim, como se de uma corrente pesada que me arrasta e me prende, lacerando-me o corpo, despedaçando-me o espírito como um tormento.&lt;br /&gt;Entre o nevoeiro, descubro-me, vejo a minha sombra na face brilhante da lua, imagino o que está para lá do universo, tento adivinhar o que estará por vir. Inclino-me sobre as palavras, tentando perceber o sinal que fica quando caminho, em cada passo meu neste vazio…&lt;br /&gt;Quero adivinhar por entre as pedras o caminho… Quero contornar os obstáculos as dificuldades que o destino me coloca, de forma a não encalhar, não magoar. Afasto, todas as pedras afiadas, não quero desistir desta caminhada, quero muito continuar, mas terei eu força suficiente para avançar?&lt;br /&gt;Entrego a esperança entre mãos, ao destino, deixando que o futuro chegue sozinho, deixo a alma esperar, na beira do caminho, vem… espero por ti. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741486744940731138-7296173976918154814?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/7296173976918154814/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=7296173976918154814&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/7296173976918154814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/7296173976918154814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2009/06/destino.html' title='Destino'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-7040369586042198527</id><published>2009-06-10T00:05:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T00:05:04.542+01:00</updated><title type='text'>10...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/Si6kb10Ir1I/AAAAAAAAAVg/S0RdTgAANj8/s1600-h/Img247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 213px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 188px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345390605944532818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/Si6kb10Ir1I/AAAAAAAAAVg/S0RdTgAANj8/s200/Img247.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Esperarei todas as noites, e todos os dias, contemplando esta rosa, sabendo que existes em mim, como ela existiu um dia num jardim, onde tu caminhas na beleza dos meus dias, e repousas no brilho das minhas noites… Deixo o tempo passar, reduzindo as horas a segundos para que possa aguentar a saudade de ti. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Invento um perfume, entre essências de vida, quero recriar uma fórmula mágica que me leve de novo de corpo e alma para o teu mundo, este perfume quero que espalhe o gosto da tua pele, qual pétala desta rosa que me ofereces-te à saída de um Centro Comercial qualquer. O teu corpo agora distante, envia-me, a cada segundo o pulsar do teu coração, a tua alma, dentro da minha, trespassa as letras que te emprestei um dia para me escreveres, descrevendo os sentimentos que embrulhas-te com a seda do teu pensamento.&lt;br /&gt;A ausência deixa-me a alma escura, mas tenho esperança de que o regresso seja apenas questão de um segundo, dá-me força necessária para fazer germinar nos meus sentidos as palavras que me alimentam, na distância…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É com letras que te escrevo dia a dia, religiosamente, guardo o que sinto por ti nestas palavras que entrego só a ti…&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/8741486744940731138-7040369586042198527?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/7040369586042198527/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=7040369586042198527&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/7040369586042198527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/7040369586042198527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2009/06/10.html' title='10...'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/Si6kb10Ir1I/AAAAAAAAAVg/S0RdTgAANj8/s72-c/Img247.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-1596931528992016956</id><published>2009-06-02T13:10:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T14:10:31.653+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Em mim um pedaço de ti...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Deixo-te, na fragrância do meu corpo que só tu podes possuir. Consigo separar as medidas e deixo o corpo cair na realidade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A alma, esta imortaliza-se absorvendo cada momento de ti. Vou pedir-te por uma última vez, fica dentro de mim, porque fomos e somos muito mais que um pequeno segundo, porque o meu amor por ti é vivido muito para lá das estrelas, porque não posso, não consigo viver sem um "nós".&lt;br /&gt;A noite, esta fez uma pausa, uma paragem no tempo, para deixar as minhas palavras ficarem no silêncio dos dedos que só escrevem para ti. Regressarás? Tento perceber se ficaste, aqui, exactamente onde te encontro, ou, se decidiste partir de vez… Será justo pedir para ficares, para te poder abraçar, para te beijar, com o sabor dos sentidos que se propagam muito para além dos nossos corpos, onde nada mais consegue existir? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fica... eu espero-te... porque já espero por ti há uma eternidade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta é a essência do que tu e eu somos feitos… é nosso… é magico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8741486744940731138-1596931528992016956?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/1596931528992016956/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=1596931528992016956&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/1596931528992016956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/1596931528992016956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2009/06/em-mim-um-pedaco-de-ti.html' title='Em mim um pedaço de ti...'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-5640756766177640302</id><published>2009-06-01T08:55:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T18:24:47.867+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Essência</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SiOGmcfY-yI/AAAAAAAAAVY/bDNZ4IfEamw/s1600-h/essencia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 176px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342261578032544546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SiOGmcfY-yI/AAAAAAAAAVY/bDNZ4IfEamw/s200/essencia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Voo perdida, sem norte, sem sul procuro o caminho, voo por ruas e becos, olho procuro-te em cada rosto que se cruza por mim, em cada alma que passa. Quantas vezes o meu coração se sentiu rasgado pela faca da desilusão, partido, como se de vidro fosse feito. Quantas vezes a minha alma ficou vazia, coberta com fotos de uma memória que trazia, de um passado distante onde tu eras presença inalterável. No inicio desta caminhada, pensei ser fácil encontrar-te, mas o tempo foi cruel para comigo e tentou apagar a lembrança, e a minha vida tentou ocultar por detrás de outros rostos sem alma mas, todos aqueles que ofegaram contra mim, esqueceram-se que a minha alma levava gravado o perfume da tua essência. Sabes, posso ser diversas coisas, mas a essência daquilo que na realidade somos, a substância inicial, nunca se perde, nunca se transforma, permanece eternamente escrita na nossa alma, tal como o que sinto por ti e o que significas para mim. Por isso estou aqui, e tu também estás aí, frente a frente, olhando para o fundo dos meus olhos, continuando a procurar pela essência de mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&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/8741486744940731138-5640756766177640302?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/5640756766177640302/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=5640756766177640302&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/5640756766177640302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/5640756766177640302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2009/06/essencia.html' title='Essência'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SiOGmcfY-yI/AAAAAAAAAVY/bDNZ4IfEamw/s72-c/essencia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-742594742156434841</id><published>2009-05-27T12:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T14:36:49.114+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/Sh0zst5IS6I/AAAAAAAAAVA/4J83L7XeV5A/s1600-h/olhp.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 152px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340481576457751458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/Sh0zst5IS6I/AAAAAAAAAVA/4J83L7XeV5A/s200/olhp.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Serão os sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Assim tão vazios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E cheios de silêncio?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tento encontrar respostas e… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nada se avista perante o meu olhar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Apenas adivinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O tempo incerto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Os traços do teu olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E da tua mão que se estende&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E me guia em direcção a ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sim, sonho-te…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E pergunto-me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Será possível um dia o teu coração &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser a ampliação do meu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/8741486744940731138-742594742156434841?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/742594742156434841/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=742594742156434841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/742594742156434841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/742594742156434841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2009/05/serao-os-sonhos-assim-tao-vazios-e.html' title='Sonho'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/Sh0zst5IS6I/AAAAAAAAAVA/4J83L7XeV5A/s72-c/olhp.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-5490283938517015882</id><published>2009-05-13T18:00:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T19:57:25.857+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SgsVuCmXrOI/AAAAAAAAAUg/YP6TRldObSo/s1600-h/Fotos+Janeiro+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 308px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335382064266456290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SgsVuCmXrOI/AAAAAAAAAUg/YP6TRldObSo/s320/Fotos+Janeiro+030.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Este está sem dúvida a ser um grande ano... Por aqui escrevi o que mais intimamente me invadiu a alma e coração, aqui desabafei, aqui partilhei a minha forma de estar e sentir, ao mesmo tempo que buscava por algo que nem agora sei definir concretamente... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fechei por algum tempo o meu blog, porque senti necessidade de guardar para mim o que me marcou nestes últimos 4 meses. Hoje e perguntam-me porquê hoje... Porque hoje é para mim um novo começo, novas metas, novos objectivos... Ou seja um novo caminho neste mundo da escrita da qual eu não me consigo separar, não deixaria a escrita porque mesmo que o quisesse fazer, mesmo que lhe dissesse adeus, ela jamais me deixaria partir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Voo no silêncio em que a alma se queimou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Desisto deste amor que um dia em mim nasceu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Não é de ti que desisto... nem do tempo que passou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;É sim deste sentir que em ti, nunca viveu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/8741486744940731138-5490283938517015882?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/5490283938517015882/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=5490283938517015882&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/5490283938517015882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/5490283938517015882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2009/05/um-adeus.html' title=''/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SgsVuCmXrOI/AAAAAAAAAUg/YP6TRldObSo/s72-c/Fotos+Janeiro+030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-7145975965506873467</id><published>2009-04-16T15:38:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T21:29:42.185+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SedC_A2nHAI/AAAAAAAAATQ/9AFasQK7c-Q/s1600-h/Img217.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Se pudesse pedir-te algo, pedia que não esqueças o brilho intenso do teu olhar, brilho que só tu tens o poder de despertar no meu olhar… esse brilho destrói em mim medos e deixa ficar em mim a certeza que tu e eu podemos ter a história mais linda de amor do mundo…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&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/8741486744940731138-7145975965506873467?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/7145975965506873467/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=7145975965506873467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/7145975965506873467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/7145975965506873467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2009/04/se-pudesse-pedir-te-algo-pedia-que-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-1496181625039024140</id><published>2009-03-26T07:20:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-26T13:49:49.599Z</updated><title type='text'>Noite...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/Scs0CwENF9I/AAAAAAAAASw/DkCRicZipSk/s1600-h/tua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317401006907922386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/Scs0CwENF9I/AAAAAAAAASw/DkCRicZipSk/s320/tua.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Todas as noites a Lua canta-me uma canção que não conheço...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As borboletas deixam marcas de um bater de asas, e eu, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;vejo nelas tudo aquilo que já vivi e que não esqueço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;A Lua passará a mostrar as palavras que escrevo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&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/8741486744940731138-1496181625039024140?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/1496181625039024140/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=1496181625039024140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/1496181625039024140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/1496181625039024140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2009/03/noite.html' title='Noite...'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/Scs0CwENF9I/AAAAAAAAASw/DkCRicZipSk/s72-c/tua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-624223190460519786</id><published>2009-03-24T00:00:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-24T00:38:30.379Z</updated><title type='text'>Opostos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/Scgqs71bMdI/AAAAAAAAASo/YBpJ_LMnv9w/s1600-h/oposto"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316546311575253458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/Scgqs71bMdI/AAAAAAAAASo/YBpJ_LMnv9w/s400/oposto" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sorrir... Chorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amar... Odiar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invejar... Admirar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claro... Escuro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homem... Mulher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tristeza... Alegria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuva... Sol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frio... Calor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Água... Fogo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calma... Irritação&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganhar... Perder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paz... Guerra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doce...Salgado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alto... Baixo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Longe... Perto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Simples... Complicado mas é certo que todos estes "opostos" andam sempre juntos, são como 2 irmãos. Depois do choro vem o sorriso ou, quem sabe, o ódio não seria o sentimento mais próximo do amor vivido exactamente com a mesma intensidade? Existe alguma coisa que cause mais irritação do que a calma? Eu não acredito na lei física que diz: "Os opostos atraem-se", mas acho que eles andam muito juntos, tentando sempre "aparecer" um mais do que o outro, causando a sensação de que são diferentes, mas na verdade completam-se sem perceber. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741486744940731138-624223190460519786?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/624223190460519786/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=624223190460519786&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/624223190460519786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/624223190460519786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2009/03/opostos_24.html' title='Opostos...'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/Scgqs71bMdI/AAAAAAAAASo/YBpJ_LMnv9w/s72-c/oposto' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-7961135921952049511</id><published>2009-03-19T14:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-19T14:42:09.309Z</updated><title type='text'>Pai...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoje o dia é teu, eu um pouco longe mas não tão longe que não possa lembrar-me de ti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Beijo com muito amor e carinho!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Adoro-te meu velhote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sempre  tua... PAI. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Um bom dia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(desculpa não poder estar a teu lado)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/8741486744940731138-7961135921952049511?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/7961135921952049511/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=7961135921952049511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/7961135921952049511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/7961135921952049511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2009/03/pai.html' title='Pai...'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-8603566693604754563</id><published>2009-03-13T14:30:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:33:30.171+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O outro lado do Olhar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Só no meu canto, sentada na secretária virada para a janela onde os raios de sol me tocam aquecendo a alma, fecho o livro de folhas escritas. Sei bem que irei abri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-lo, relê-lo, acarinhá-lo... afinal este livro é tudo para mim. Mas não hoje, ainda não. É uma parte de mim mesma que não quer esquecer, apenas adormecer, para que a dor se torne mais leve. Este papel deixa de ter marcas daquilo que quero ser. Lamento não conseguir dar continuidade às frases inacabadas. As palavras que leio não fazem sentido. Quero escrever... em folhas brancas... limpas. Usar nova tinta. Nova luz. Talvez, mesmo novas palavras... palavras inventadas no próprio momento... pedaços arrancados dos sentimentos que brotam de mim sem serem semeados. Não sei o que sinto, nem o que escrever... Lamento!&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/8741486744940731138-8603566693604754563?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/8603566693604754563/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=8603566693604754563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/8603566693604754563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/8603566693604754563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2009/03/o-outro-lado-do-olhar.html' title='O outro lado do Olhar...'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-8487627188156832659</id><published>2009-03-10T23:00:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-11T07:40:02.451Z</updated><title type='text'>A saudade é como o vento não se vê...mas sente-se</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Amor... não é vento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É só um suspiro de saudade por não te ver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Amor não é chuva, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É mais uma lágrima que cai por saudades tuas ter... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Amor não sou eu, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É o meu coração que decidiu pôr-se a escrever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Amo-te...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741486744940731138-8487627188156832659?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/8487627188156832659/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=8487627188156832659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/8487627188156832659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/8487627188156832659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2009/03/saudade-e-como-o-vento-nao-se-vemas.html' title='A saudade é como o vento não se vê...mas sente-se'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-447378462255481711</id><published>2009-03-10T00:01:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-05-03T21:30:44.612+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais do que te sei dizer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para ti, que és demasiado especial,&lt;br /&gt;Gostava…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gostava de te fazer chegar, de te mostrar por palavras, actos o quanto és importante para mim. Mas não existem palavras. As que existem estão gastas, não fazem por merecer o teu ser. E todos os actos me parecem sempre poucos, insignificantes para quem tanto é e oferece de si, sem nada pedir. Sabes amor ainda não inventaram novas palavras! Simplesmente te digo, para ti que mereces o mundo em gestos de amor, te escrevo: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Obrigada por existires.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada por seres quem és.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada por existires em mim.&lt;br /&gt;Meu abraço, meu amor e minha vida para ti.&lt;br /&gt;(10/03/09)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&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 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/8741486744940731138-447378462255481711?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/447378462255481711/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=447378462255481711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/447378462255481711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/447378462255481711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2009/03/mais-do-que-te-sei-dizer_10.html' title='Mais do que te sei dizer...'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-4031953211583242472</id><published>2009-03-04T08:35:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-04T08:44:31.107Z</updated><title type='text'>"Domador de Palavras"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/Sa4_XITIveI/AAAAAAAAARo/ymWqiE0x59Y/s1600-h/k_paulo_gaminha%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309250677313682914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/Sa4_XITIveI/AAAAAAAAARo/ymWqiE0x59Y/s400/k_paulo_gaminha%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sei que iniciar um projecto destes não é tarefa fácil, mas sei também que és um Grande Poeta, tens palavras desenhadas na alma e era inevitável, não as expores nas páginas de um livro… Escrever poesia é isso mesmo... é dar tudo o que o sentimento dita, pelo prazer de o escrever. Tens razão quando dizes que és um “Domador de Palavras”… Pois são momentos únicos que só tu nos sabes dar através da tua escrita, que criam momentos de prazer para quem te lê.&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns felicito-te pela coragem, pelo lançamento e acredito que este livro será gratificante para ti, será o “coroar” das tuas palavras… Tu mereces! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/div&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/8741486744940731138-4031953211583242472?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/4031953211583242472/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=4031953211583242472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/4031953211583242472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/4031953211583242472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2009/03/domador-de-palavras.html' title='&quot;Domador de Palavras&quot;'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/Sa4_XITIveI/AAAAAAAAARo/ymWqiE0x59Y/s72-c/k_paulo_gaminha%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-6426858328488199947</id><published>2009-02-27T07:45:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-01-29T10:06:07.601Z</updated><title type='text'>Vida em mim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SaxtJF3jCYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/qYwyFrEE4ko/s1600-h/Img195.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SacMJh7c6gI/AAAAAAAAAQo/QpgnLAPirZc/s1600-h/Img198.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Os teus braços abraçam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Os meus medos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Descobrem segredos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que nunca a ninguém revelei. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Entras-te no meu corpo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pela porta (principal)... da alma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Corres-me nas veias,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;És sangue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;És vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;És em mim tudo... o que sei. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;(UM bom dia Amor...até logo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741486744940731138-6426858328488199947?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/6426858328488199947/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=6426858328488199947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/6426858328488199947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/6426858328488199947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2009/02/vida-em-mim.html' title='Vida em mim...'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-5765887314388583203</id><published>2009-02-25T08:45:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-25T08:52:27.455Z</updated><title type='text'>Sou</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SZSOVzqM72I/AAAAAAAAAQI/8NKENl8m-I4/s1600-h/Fotos+Janeiro+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302019166617530210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SZSOVzqM72I/AAAAAAAAAQI/8NKENl8m-I4/s320/Fotos+Janeiro+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SZLmx5zbdXI/AAAAAAAAAQA/viiez_K-BQE/s1600-h/Fotos+Janeiro+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sou... &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Um Olhar&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sou a que ouves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No mais profundo silêncio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aquela que vês quando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A escuridão te cega...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sou o corpo cujas formas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Conheces de cor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aquela que jamais a ti se nega&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sou a canção que te embala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quando choras de dor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sou o sopro que te aquece quando o coração gela,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aquela que te acalma quando a alma se agita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sou a borboleta feliz que te entra pela janela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Te beija a boca e diz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sou quem te Ama.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Um bjo...Um abraço apertado...Um bom dia AMOR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741486744940731138-5765887314388583203?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/5765887314388583203/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=5765887314388583203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/5765887314388583203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/5765887314388583203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2009/02/sou.html' title='Sou'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SZSOVzqM72I/AAAAAAAAAQI/8NKENl8m-I4/s72-c/Fotos+Janeiro+030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-36579003522539122</id><published>2009-02-06T00:30:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-02-16T22:53:30.684Z</updated><title type='text'>Não sei bem o que escrever...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SYuFh1IdCnI/AAAAAAAAAO4/lJuCfE6aFGw/s1600-h/Fotos+Janeiro+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não sei bem o que escrever…&lt;br /&gt;Sinto necessidade de escrever sobre ti.&lt;br /&gt;Tu és quem me faz sorrir&lt;br /&gt;É empatia sentida&lt;br /&gt;A vontade de dar um beijo na tua face perdida&lt;br /&gt;O carinho por ti dado&lt;br /&gt;A minha vontade de te dar um abraço apertado.&lt;br /&gt;Quando um simples sorriso teu&lt;br /&gt;Se forma em forma de saudade&lt;br /&gt;Nada mais importa, nada mais é preciso&lt;br /&gt;Seria bom que esse momento eternamente durasse.&lt;br /&gt;Sabes, queria por momentos&lt;br /&gt;Entrar no teu mundo&lt;br /&gt;Queria arrancar-te da cadeira&lt;br /&gt;Queria que me olhasses, perdido&lt;br /&gt;Nesse segredo que é só teu e meu.&lt;br /&gt;Já sinto…saudade&lt;br /&gt;Saudade de tempos que ainda não vieram&lt;br /&gt;Saudade de tempos que vão chegar.&lt;br /&gt;E sobre ti senti vontade de escrever&lt;br /&gt;Fizeste-me despertar emoções&lt;br /&gt;Pensamentos, sentimentos e alucinações…&lt;br /&gt;Não sei bem o que escrever…&lt;br /&gt;Basta-me sentir! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Amo-te...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&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/8741486744940731138-36579003522539122?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/36579003522539122/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=36579003522539122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/36579003522539122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/36579003522539122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2009/02/e-tudo-o-que-tenho-para-te-dar.html' title='Não sei bem o que escrever...'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-5888341919457447560</id><published>2009-02-02T23:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-02-02T23:37:22.170Z</updated><title type='text'>Dor que me consome...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dói...Corta...Queima engolir a acusação de algo que sería incapaz de cometer. Custa vomitar a preversão que em mim depositas-te, que lentamente nos corrói aos dois, devasta, arruina e que compassadamente nos vai matar... Torna-se num fardo muito pesado, carregar tamanha culpa que em mim nunca existiu e que por princípios de consciência eu quero que acredites. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sinto raiva, rancor e uma profunda dose de ressentimento. Estás a privar-me da minha dignidade. Porquê este rebaixamento a algo que nem fiz? Porquê a humilhação de um pedido de perdão, se existe uma total e perfeita ausência de culpa? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Talvez isto te faça sentir forte para reagires à tua dor, talvez com isso, consigas enterrar a lâmina que me entregas-te para que nela vertêsse cada gota do meu sangue...&lt;br /&gt;Que a experiência e o passar do tempo, me traga tudo aquilo de que necessito para saber reagir, a tantas palavras e tantas injúrias saídas da tua boca. Amanhã quando me levantar quero estar mais forte quero ter força não quero desistir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dói que tenhas tomado por princípios, tudo aquilo que jamais gostaría de não te fazer sentir. Dói quando me acusas-te, de algo que não fiz...mas que faço questão de assumir... Dói quando a raiva acumulada toma conta de ti, e a fúria e o ódio te reveste e alimenta o teu próprio &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;olhar&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741486744940731138-5888341919457447560?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/5888341919457447560/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=5888341919457447560&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/5888341919457447560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/5888341919457447560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2009/02/dor-que-me-consome.html' title='Dor que me consome...'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-1343236888475749724</id><published>2009-02-02T01:49:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-02-02T02:50:27.132Z</updated><title type='text'>A minha alma ficou vazia....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sou borboleta pousada no teu &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esperando apenas,&lt;br /&gt;A morte para me levar.&lt;br /&gt;Morro por ti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero mais abrir os olhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quero morrer...Quero tornar-me num nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741486744940731138-1343236888475749724?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/1343236888475749724/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=1343236888475749724&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/1343236888475749724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/1343236888475749724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2009/02/minha-alma-ficou-vazia.html' title='A minha alma ficou vazia....'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-1462093077585059673</id><published>2009-01-30T00:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-30T00:09:00.138Z</updated><title type='text'>Beijo Secreto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SYJEcirbmOI/AAAAAAAAANk/iLrvFgukjOQ/s1600-h/bjo3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296871368877119714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SYJEcirbmOI/AAAAAAAAANk/iLrvFgukjOQ/s200/bjo3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Beijo de olhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Amor nosso sem limites,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Olhos fechados para ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Abertos para a alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nunca beijo por te beijar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pois é este beijo que me dá,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O prazer de te ter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E de te amar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Terminando com sorriso...Amo-te&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/8741486744940731138-1462093077585059673?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/1462093077585059673/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=1462093077585059673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/1462093077585059673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/1462093077585059673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2009/01/beijo-secreto.html' title='Beijo Secreto...'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SYJEcirbmOI/AAAAAAAAANk/iLrvFgukjOQ/s72-c/bjo3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-3144192673714760831</id><published>2009-01-27T00:10:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-27T00:33:14.915Z</updated><title type='text'>Inveja...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SX5UPlr-IfI/AAAAAAAAANM/VSzXyRqUtlc/s1600-h/ilustraw37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295762838625591794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SX5UPlr-IfI/AAAAAAAAANM/VSzXyRqUtlc/s200/ilustraw37.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Coisa feia, a inveja... E infelizmente no meio em que vivo ao olhar para os lados encontro sempre alguém com este sentimento...A i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nveja é difícil de ser eliminada da alma humana, pois quase sempre estes se fazem passar por pessoas meigas e de palavras fáceis, para esse tipo de "gente" basta que alguém se destaque por mais simples que seja para que estas pessoas possam entrar em prática e tentarem a todo o custo atrapalhar a vida de outras pessoas. A inveja é um sentimento mesquinho, uma emoção "primitiva" e cruel. Para o invejoso o bom e essencial é que o outro &lt;strong&gt;erre&lt;/strong&gt; e não que ele &lt;strong&gt;acerte&lt;/strong&gt;, o invejoso induz a si mesmo o sentimento de que a ele dói mais o sucesso do outro... do que o seu próprio fracasso. Estas coisas revoltam-me... Acho o sentimento de inveja um sentimento mesquinho e tão baixo que me dá vómitos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Depois disto... sinto-me e estou mais aliviada...Obrigado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741486744940731138-3144192673714760831?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/3144192673714760831/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=3144192673714760831&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/3144192673714760831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/3144192673714760831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2009/01/inveja.html' title='Inveja...'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SX5UPlr-IfI/AAAAAAAAANM/VSzXyRqUtlc/s72-c/ilustraw37.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-2307408139317519684</id><published>2009-01-23T22:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-23T23:52:23.241Z</updated><title type='text'>Hoje digo-te por palavras...O quanto te quero...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Este texto tem um significado especial para mim...não me perguntem o porquê.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A quem este texto foi e é dedicado, entenderá...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Estás presente nos meus pensamentos a todos os momentos. Fecho os olhos e sinto-te aqui...junto a mim. O teu cheiro, o teu sabor, o teu olhar, o teu sorriso... Não consigo deixar de te sentir mesmo quando não estás. Deixas-me assim, perdida. Quero-te a todos os momentos, quero-te sempre e para sempre. E não quero acordar deste sonho que me faz rir, chorar, ser feliz, infeliz. Quero continuar a sentir sempre isto. Quero sentir sempre o meu coração a disparar de cada vez que te vejo, de cada vez que o telemóvel toca e és tu. Quero sentir sempre este desejo de cada vez que os nossos corpos se tocam, de cada vez que as tuas mãos percorrem o meu corpo. Não quero deixar nunca de sentir todas estas emoções...&lt;br /&gt;Quero-te tanto como nunca julguei ser possível querer-te. Quero-te exactamente como és, quero-te com as nossas discussões que me fazem querer-te ainda mais, quero-te com o teu jeito desajeitado que me faz querer-te proteger e ser protegida. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quero-te fazer feliz&lt;/span&gt;, quero sempre ver o brilho dos teus olhos quando me possuis e ficas com aquele olhar feliz que só vi em ti.&lt;br /&gt;Fico triste quando venho embora pois só me apetece correr novamente para os teus braços, pois fica um vazio de cada vez que me separo de ti... Fica sempre uma sensação de perda inexplicável, mesmo sabendo que esta separação será por pouco tempo!&lt;br /&gt;Agora parece que realmente mudou alguma coisa, que as tuas palavras são verdadeiras e que queres estar comigo sempre, e queres que seja mesmo a sério. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Adoro-te! Amo-te! Quero-te!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E amo que faças este esforço para me fazer feliz... Amo que estejas a tentar dividir a tua vida comigo... Quero-te para sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741486744940731138-2307408139317519684?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/2307408139317519684/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=2307408139317519684&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/2307408139317519684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/2307408139317519684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2009/01/hoje-digo-te-por-palavraso-quanto-te.html' title='Hoje digo-te por palavras...O quanto te quero...'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-1763114058791560545</id><published>2009-01-14T23:35:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-14T23:45:53.910Z</updated><title type='text'>No silêncio da noite...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SW54flTFAWI/AAAAAAAAAMc/0xGHzINV6oA/s1600-h/noite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291299096190320994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SW54flTFAWI/AAAAAAAAAMc/0xGHzINV6oA/s400/noite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É de noite que te visito silênciosamente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Visito-te no teu sono&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Toco levemente no teu rosto&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Roubo o teu sorriso inocente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nem me sentes, sou como uma brisa quente&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olho-te...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Respiras calmamente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E sem saberes,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que neste teu adormecer calmo&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É que te descubro lentamente.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amo-te...Secretamente...Hoje...E sempre!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/8741486744940731138-1763114058791560545?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/1763114058791560545/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=1763114058791560545&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/1763114058791560545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/1763114058791560545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-silncio-da-noite.html' title='No silêncio da noite...'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SW54flTFAWI/AAAAAAAAAMc/0xGHzINV6oA/s72-c/noite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-8659160285853959751</id><published>2009-01-13T21:04:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-01-13T23:03:20.259Z</updated><title type='text'>Para ti...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SW0docZqktI/AAAAAAAAAMM/7rTJ5B_XujY/s1600-h/dvidas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290917717886014162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SW0docZqktI/AAAAAAAAAMM/7rTJ5B_XujY/s200/dvidas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SW0dAsaAk3I/AAAAAAAAAME/g1Z1w6pZun4/s1600-h/dvidas.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;És tu, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quem eu quero ter a meu lado,&lt;br /&gt;Quem desejo ver acordar todos os dias. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;És tu,&lt;br /&gt;Por quem esperei tanto tempo.&lt;br /&gt;És tu,&lt;br /&gt;Que todos os dias me fazes feliz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Será que "amor" é suficiente para definir o que sinto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Será que "quero-te para sempre" é pouco para o definir como o meu mais profundo desejo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não tenho estas respostas, e continuo a não conhecer o futuro mas sei, com quem quero estar quando ele chegar...Contigo...&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Amo-te! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/8741486744940731138-8659160285853959751?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/8659160285853959751/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=8659160285853959751&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/8659160285853959751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/8659160285853959751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2009/01/para-ti.html' title='Para ti...'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SW0docZqktI/AAAAAAAAAMM/7rTJ5B_XujY/s72-c/dvidas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-7791775925309250552</id><published>2009-01-12T23:45:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-12-18T10:33:49.285Z</updated><title type='text'>Lua...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SUg2f4dKvYI/AAAAAAAAAKM/7TmAK42H2zI/s1600-h/tu+ec.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O que ficou da escuridão? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dois corpos largados &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dois corpos suados &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E por cima de nós a imensidão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Acendes o cigarro que ficou esquecido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vejo em ti arranhões no corpo em vez de pele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na minha boca sinto o teu sabor a mel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na tua sombra o meu desejo escondido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A luz da Lua rompe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperta em nós o sentimento adormecido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desfaz a incerteza que em nós existe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transformamos a noite em paixão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As palavras ditas começam a fazer sentido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solto um grito e sai o nó&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que resta do escuro é frio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o oceano de loucura transforma-se numa gota só...Amo-te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&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/8741486744940731138-7791775925309250552?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/7791775925309250552/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=7791775925309250552&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/7791775925309250552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/7791775925309250552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2009/01/lua.html' title='Lua...'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-378646731489338016</id><published>2009-01-08T12:18:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-01-08T12:43:23.344Z</updated><title type='text'>Amor não é tudo???</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eesZBfTj0cU&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eesZBfTj0cU&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Amo-te porque sinto falta do teu abraço, aquele que com a tua força nos envolve e junta, pelos sonhos, pelos pensamentos, pelas mensagens, pelos momentos que te dedico. Amo-te pelas horas vazias de ti que olho neste quarto, pelo abraço seco que dou a mim mesma, pela mão que me aperta como se te sentisse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pelo olhar que te olha mesmo não estando a teu lado. Amo-te por cada momento em que sinto o teu perfume, por cada batida no peito em que o meu sentir ainda palpita. Amo-te, por cada olhar na tua procura, por cada beijo na almofada. Amo-te e amo-te apenas porque isso é amor e para mim o que sinto por ti... é tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Para conquistarmos algo na vida não é necessário, apenas, força ou talento; é preciso, acima de tudo, ter vivido um grande amor"  (Wolfgang Mozart )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741486744940731138-378646731489338016?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/378646731489338016/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=378646731489338016&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/378646731489338016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/378646731489338016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2009/01/amor-no-tudo.html' title='Amor não é tudo???'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-6017812440379119317</id><published>2009-01-04T21:14:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-06T16:14:30.906Z</updated><title type='text'>Alma de Anjo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SWErIIxvBSI/AAAAAAAAALs/0NLQMV-vjNU/s1600-h/anjo+4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287554856304706850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SWErIIxvBSI/AAAAAAAAALs/0NLQMV-vjNU/s320/anjo+4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Alma imensa,&lt;br /&gt;Vida intensa.&lt;br /&gt;Uma imensidão de&lt;br /&gt;vontades que só fazem sentido,&lt;br /&gt;porque possuis...uma Alma de Anjo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741486744940731138-6017812440379119317?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/6017812440379119317/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=6017812440379119317&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/6017812440379119317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/6017812440379119317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2009/01/alma-de-anjo.html' title='Alma de Anjo...'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SWErIIxvBSI/AAAAAAAAALs/0NLQMV-vjNU/s72-c/anjo+4.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-3199302758169624174</id><published>2008-12-23T19:58:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-23T20:07:01.372Z</updated><title type='text'>Umas boas festas para todos!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SVFDZGbxetI/AAAAAAAAAKs/bRgx5DY_xh4/s1600-h/natal.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283077936385194706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SVFDZGbxetI/AAAAAAAAAKs/bRgx5DY_xh4/s400/natal.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DESEJO A TODOS, UM SANTO E FELIZ NATAL…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CHEIO DE SAÚDE, PAZ E AMOR, PORQUE O RESTO VIRÁ DEPOIS!!!:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E QUE O ANO 2009, SEJA UM ANO DE MUITAS CONCRETIZAÇÕES... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BOAS FESTAS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&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/8741486744940731138-3199302758169624174?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/3199302758169624174/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=3199302758169624174&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/3199302758169624174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/3199302758169624174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2008/12/umas-boas-festas-para-todos.html' title='Umas boas festas para todos!!!'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SVFDZGbxetI/AAAAAAAAAKs/bRgx5DY_xh4/s72-c/natal.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-4017741119510993427</id><published>2008-12-20T08:15:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-20T08:23:54.668Z</updated><title type='text'>O meu sonho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SUyqHnmhYUI/AAAAAAAAAKk/be4Jc-L0S4M/s1600-h/cabelo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281783510865109314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SUyqHnmhYUI/AAAAAAAAAKk/be4Jc-L0S4M/s320/cabelo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sonhei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sonhei que era uma borboleta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que voava livre pelo céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sonhei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sonhei que sorria como o sol,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Porque a Lua era só minha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sonhei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sonhei que corria contra o vento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E que nada nem ninguém me podia parar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sonhei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E o meu sonho era tão doce,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que não queria acordar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741486744940731138-4017741119510993427?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/4017741119510993427/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=4017741119510993427&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/4017741119510993427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/4017741119510993427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2008/11/o-meu-sonho.html' title='O meu sonho'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SUyqHnmhYUI/AAAAAAAAAKk/be4Jc-L0S4M/s72-c/cabelo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-8010871203278063482</id><published>2008-12-18T02:00:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-18T02:01:25.678Z</updated><title type='text'>Desistir de te amar...Nunca!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SUmuJvmDdzI/AAAAAAAAAKc/pXs9vFRjmx4/s1600-h/abismo1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280943520486750002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SUmuJvmDdzI/AAAAAAAAAKc/pXs9vFRjmx4/s320/abismo1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Podes empurrar-me deste "abismo"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E daí?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu sei "voar"... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tu podes ser muito "teimoso"... mas garanto-te: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu sou mais "teimosa ainda" por não desistir de te amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&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:trebuchet ms;"&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/8741486744940731138-8010871203278063482?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/8010871203278063482/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=8010871203278063482&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/8010871203278063482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/8010871203278063482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2008/12/desistir-de-te-amarnunca.html' title='Desistir de te amar...Nunca!'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SUmuJvmDdzI/AAAAAAAAAKc/pXs9vFRjmx4/s72-c/abismo1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-6398222459556410870</id><published>2008-12-17T00:45:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-17T00:48:29.707Z</updated><title type='text'>Um Anjo chamado...Dora</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SUg4ctZbHGI/AAAAAAAAAKU/vgk7c2y88rk/s1600-h/azul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280532628965629026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SUg4ctZbHGI/AAAAAAAAAKU/vgk7c2y88rk/s200/azul.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Saudade – mágoa das pessoas ausentes; nostalgia. Este é o significado de saudade que o dicionário de língua portuguesa nos dá. No entanto, para mim este sentimento é muito mais profundo e doloroso. Certamente todos nós já sentimos saudades de alguém. Todos temos alguém que se encontra longe, mas que gostamos imenso. Quando falamos com essa pessoa (seja por telefone, carta ou até mesmo pessoalmente) as palavras mais usuais que utilizamos são: “Tenho saudades tuas!” É isto mesmo que eu sinto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Linda, há dias que a saudade me cala, e tu mais que ninguém sabias como não gosto de me deixar invadir por algo que não consigo controlar, mas hoje não resisto à tua ausência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O teu sorriso faz-me falta...estarás sempre presente na MINHA vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Acredito que anjos têm rápidas passagens na terra... e contigo não foi diferente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Saudades...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741486744940731138-6398222459556410870?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/6398222459556410870/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=6398222459556410870&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/6398222459556410870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/6398222459556410870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2008/12/sinto-tantas-saudades-tuas.html' title='Um Anjo chamado...Dora'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SUg4ctZbHGI/AAAAAAAAAKU/vgk7c2y88rk/s72-c/azul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-5875000752155930010</id><published>2008-12-14T18:04:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-14T21:09:27.477Z</updated><title type='text'>Je t' aime...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N-roGMGyFu0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N-roGMGyFu0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je t'aime, Je t'aime&lt;br /&gt;Comme un fou, comme un soldat&lt;br /&gt;Comme une star de cinéma&lt;br /&gt;Je t'aime, je t'aime&lt;br /&gt;Comme un loup, comme un roi&lt;br /&gt;Comme un homme que je ne suis pas&lt;br /&gt;Tu vois, je t'aime comme ça&lt;br /&gt;D'accord, je t'ai confié&lt;br /&gt;Tous mes sourires, tous mes secrets&lt;br /&gt;Même ceux, dont seul un frère&lt;br /&gt;Est le gardien inavoué&lt;br /&gt;Dans cette maison de pierre&lt;br /&gt;Satan nous regardait danser&lt;br /&gt;J'ai tant voulu la guerre&lt;br /&gt;De corps qui se faisaient la paix...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Lara Fabian - Je t'aime)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741486744940731138-5875000752155930010?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/5875000752155930010/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=5875000752155930010&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/5875000752155930010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/5875000752155930010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2008/12/je-t-aime.html' title='Je t&apos; aime...'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-1465365452912915696</id><published>2008-12-10T21:08:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-01-29T10:23:56.301Z</updated><title type='text'>Fácil...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SUAxidNLTUI/AAAAAAAAAJc/k4hRsZqWwzA/s1600-h/cora%C3%A7.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É tão fácil amar-te,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sonhar-te...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Imaginar-te...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sentir-te...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Desejar-te...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Recordar-te&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Beijar-te...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Escrever-te...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aconchegar-te...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Envolver-te...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Conquistar-te...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;É tão fácil...Amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/8741486744940731138-1465365452912915696?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/1465365452912915696/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=1465365452912915696&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/1465365452912915696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/1465365452912915696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2008/12/fcil.html' title='Fácil...'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-6996290570729908752</id><published>2008-12-09T21:18:00.009Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:35:30.766Z</updated><title type='text'>...Dia 10...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/ST7ihWarbDI/AAAAAAAAAJM/W6r7U6YhEB4/s1600-h/love4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277904875905838130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/ST7ihWarbDI/AAAAAAAAAJM/W6r7U6YhEB4/s200/love4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amo-te... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muito além do que é amar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por isso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amo-te hoje&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E vou amar-te amanhã&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E depois disso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vou amar-te ainda mais,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vou amar-te para sempre.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741486744940731138-6996290570729908752?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/6996290570729908752/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=6996290570729908752&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/6996290570729908752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/6996290570729908752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2008/12/dia-10.html' title='...Dia 10...'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/ST7ihWarbDI/AAAAAAAAAJM/W6r7U6YhEB4/s72-c/love4.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-7074183454800056973</id><published>2008-12-09T08:30:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:36:07.162Z</updated><title type='text'>Tu...Eu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/ST4sgu7QHtI/AAAAAAAAAJE/GFFLrAanEx4/s1600-h/love.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277704754188787410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/ST4sgu7QHtI/AAAAAAAAAJE/GFFLrAanEx4/s200/love.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No meu olhar...O teu sorriso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Na minha pele... O teu perfume&lt;br /&gt;Na minha boca... O teu sabor&lt;br /&gt;No meu pensamento... A tua imagem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No meu coração... O nosso amor&lt;br /&gt;Tu em mim...eu em ti...Amo-te!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/8741486744940731138-7074183454800056973?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/7074183454800056973/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=7074183454800056973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/7074183454800056973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/7074183454800056973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2008/12/tueu.html' title='Tu...Eu'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/ST4sgu7QHtI/AAAAAAAAAJE/GFFLrAanEx4/s72-c/love.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-8940448271988826838</id><published>2008-12-06T13:00:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-07T13:27:20.661Z</updated><title type='text'>Saudades de ti...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/STp0sDvDC5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/YoGaozMfTXc/s1600-h/Img187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276658213683661714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/STp0sDvDC5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/YoGaozMfTXc/s200/Img187.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hoje vou agitar as minhas asas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Vou levar-te para um lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Onde te possa...Amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Quero sentir o teu toque suave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Encantar-me com o teu olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Enrroscar-me no teu peito quente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Quero sentir-te novamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Quero saciar meu desejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Desejo de te...Ter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Pousar nos teus lábios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E mostrar-te todo o meu ...amor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Quero sentir o teu cheiro novamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ouvir tua voz chamar-me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Quero...Beijar-te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Esquecer o tempo, ficar ao teu lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E nunca mais ter que partir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Que saudades tenho de ti...&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/8741486744940731138-8940448271988826838?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/8940448271988826838/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Deixa chorar as estrelas...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Deixa morrer o céu... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Deixa cair a lua...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Eu serei sempre tua, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;E tu serás sempre meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&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:Trebuchet MS;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741486744940731138-4367562982097654410?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/4367562982097654410/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=4367562982097654410&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/4367562982097654410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/4367562982097654410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2008/12/sempre.html' title='Sempre...'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/STWzaejQJsI/AAAAAAAAAI0/AtbDX6DzIwc/s72-c/tentar.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-946630846843848275</id><published>2008-12-01T16:02:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-01T17:07:34.290Z</updated><title type='text'>Resposta ao desafio de Paulo Afonso...</title><content type='html'>Fui desafiada pelo meu amigo Paulo Afonso a responder a 10 perguntas. Como não se pode negar um desafio, com quem se partilha uma boa amizade, aqui estão as minhas respostas, eu escolhi para te responder canções do &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pedro Abrunhosa&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- És homem ou mulher? &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;...Lua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- Descreve-te. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;...Uma loucura de anjo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- O que é que as pessoas pensam de ti? &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;...É dificil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- Como descreves o teu ultimo relacionamento? &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;...Parte de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- Descreve o estado actual da tua relação. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;...Socorro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6- Onde querias estar agora? &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;...Qualquer lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7- O que pensas a respeito do amor. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;...Dealer e dilema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8- Como é a tua vida? &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;...O dia depois de hoje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9- O que pedirias se pudesses ter um desejo?&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; ...Outra noite perfeita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10- Escreve uma frase sábia. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;...Deixas em mim tanto de ti!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741486744940731138-946630846843848275?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/946630846843848275/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=946630846843848275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/946630846843848275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/946630846843848275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2008/12/resposta-ao-desafio-de-paulo-afonso.html' title='Resposta ao desafio de Paulo Afonso...'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-1616595369578133063</id><published>2008-11-28T19:50:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-28T20:06:32.484Z</updated><title type='text'>Este poema...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/STBOY-YLBaI/AAAAAAAAAH8/UnYPcZ4tb6Q/s1600-h/bjo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273801354619061666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/STBOY-YLBaI/AAAAAAAAAH8/UnYPcZ4tb6Q/s200/bjo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Este poema,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não o escrevo no papel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Escrevo-o com os meus lábios,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Beijando os teus, com sabor a mel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;(Tenho Saudades)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741486744940731138-1616595369578133063?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/1616595369578133063/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=1616595369578133063&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/1616595369578133063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/1616595369578133063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2008/11/este-poema.html' title='Este poema...'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/STBOY-YLBaI/AAAAAAAAAH8/UnYPcZ4tb6Q/s72-c/bjo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-8367203279711627678</id><published>2008-11-21T19:46:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-11-21T19:58:55.486Z</updated><title type='text'>Hoje Choro Contigo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271201465003301378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SScRze0KWgI/AAAAAAAAAG8/8yuY4s_SPf8/s320/l%C3%A1grima.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A nossa caminhada pela vida tem Vazios, Tristezas, Derrotas, Desilusões, Mágoas e Sofrimentos, mas também tem Alegrias, Vitórias, Ilusões, Sonhos concretizados e que deixam a nossa marca. Continua a brilhar nesse teu caminhar e a deixar essa marca tão tua. Simplesmente te peço: "Por mais que a vida te doa", &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;CONTINUA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Um abraço sincero com carinho e amizade, e um beijo em teu lindo coração!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HOJE CHORO CONTIGO... &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/8741486744940731138-8367203279711627678?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/8367203279711627678/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=8367203279711627678&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/8367203279711627678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/8367203279711627678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2008/11/nossa-caminhada-pela-vida-tem-vazios.html' title='Hoje Choro Contigo...'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SScRze0KWgI/AAAAAAAAAG8/8yuY4s_SPf8/s72-c/l%C3%A1grima.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-6793591059287224983</id><published>2008-11-10T00:30:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-10T00:56:29.882Z</updated><title type='text'>Deixo falar o meu silêncio...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SReEI6qZxUI/AAAAAAAAAFs/IYrA88N-tmU/s1600-h/voar+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266823577954010434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SReEI6qZxUI/AAAAAAAAAFs/IYrA88N-tmU/s200/voar+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje...e porque hoje é dia 10...Deixo falar o meu silêncio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;De alguma forma sinto-me bem com o que me aconteceu. Compreendo a verdadeira importância dos acontecimentos que me marcaram nestes últimos meses. Nunca o querendo ser, mas parte de mim é egoista pelo menos no meu silêncio. Foi nesta fronteira que o silêncio ganhou. Mas foi por ele que optas-te. Foi com ele que partiste. Foi o vento que apenas te fez chegar as palavras que gritava com esperança que ouvisses... Compreendo (talvez) a razão de tudo, e porque tudo teve que ser desta forma...simplesmente teve! Nada posso fazer para mudar a tua forma de sentir. Sei que nunca vou compreender algo mais, talvez um dia entenda melhor, ou consiga mudar o prisma de posição... Mas uma coisa é certa... no fundo de mim mesma, não deixará de existir o teu sorriso. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Tanta coisa ficou por dizer". O que ficou por dizer, apagou o tempo e a distância...e Tu. e Eu. e Nós... Parte defenitivamente de mim parte com este pequeno texto... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E, ao cair da noite,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;quando tudo ficar silêncioso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;olha para o céu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;escuta a noite chegar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A lua vai dizer-te que,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;mesmo que nunca mais te encontre,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;eu jamais te esquecerei...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741486744940731138-6793591059287224983?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/6793591059287224983/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=6793591059287224983&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/6793591059287224983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/6793591059287224983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2008/11/deixo-falar-o-meu-silncio.html' title='Deixo falar o meu silêncio...'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SReEI6qZxUI/AAAAAAAAAFs/IYrA88N-tmU/s72-c/voar+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-5085857026097442466</id><published>2008-11-03T18:57:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-11-03T19:08:20.535Z</updated><title type='text'>Sabes o quanto...te amo</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264508920249094034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SQ9K-GxSj5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/FBWKC_df2Pc/s200/bjo+bor.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Sabes o quanto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Já quis  ser tua,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Somente tua, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Para sempre tua, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E de mais ninguém... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mas hoje não quero mais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sei que nunca vou ser tua, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pois é tarde demais, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Para ti, para mim, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Para nós... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lembra-te de mim &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Quando olhares&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Para a lua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;O meu amor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Iluminará todas as tuas noites, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Estejas onde estiveres, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mude o que mudar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741486744940731138-5085857026097442466?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/5085857026097442466/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=5085857026097442466&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/5085857026097442466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/5085857026097442466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2008/11/sabes-o-quantote-amo.html' title='Sabes o quanto...te amo'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SQ9K-GxSj5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/FBWKC_df2Pc/s72-c/bjo+bor.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8741486744940731138.post-3619318812262243154</id><published>2008-11-02T11:17:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-02T11:40:11.314Z</updated><title type='text'>Touro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SQ2M3DDfnPI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Gj380OyFduo/s1600-h/touro+fat.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264018416806632690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SQ2M3DDfnPI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Gj380OyFduo/s200/touro+fat.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Da sensualidade&lt;br /&gt;À santa paz&lt;br /&gt;Da terra e fogo&lt;br /&gt;De si audaz&lt;br /&gt;Fera és tu na arena&lt;br /&gt;Vem sobre o vermelho&lt;br /&gt;E tinge de branco sua sina.&lt;br /&gt;De olhar cordial&lt;br /&gt;Não se priva da angústia&lt;br /&gt;Orgulhoso da sua força&lt;br /&gt;Morre, digno de respeito&lt;br /&gt;Animal majestoso&lt;br /&gt;Anseia desta terra&lt;br /&gt;O próprio luto em vão&lt;br /&gt;Nas suas veias serpenteia&lt;br /&gt;Em seu corpo de varão.&lt;br /&gt;Morre no seu condão&lt;br /&gt;Destruído pela mão&lt;br /&gt;Dos que teimam abater&lt;br /&gt;A sua beleza.&lt;br /&gt;Fica-nos no peito a imagem&lt;br /&gt;Da sua dignidade que afeito.&lt;br /&gt;Com o último ferro espetado&lt;br /&gt;Cai por terra, ajoelhado&lt;br /&gt;Morre enfim na verdade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8741486744940731138-3619318812262243154?l=fatimatex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/feeds/3619318812262243154/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8741486744940731138&amp;postID=3619318812262243154&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/3619318812262243154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8741486744940731138/posts/default/3619318812262243154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatimatex.blogspot.com/2008/11/da-sensualidade-santa-paz-da-terra-e.html' title='Touro'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07703314717873463664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/TS8eojYnC3I/AAAAAAAABCk/1EjCnTS4MEA/S220/DSC00061a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRP_78MYNv8/SQ2M3DDfnPI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Gj380OyFduo/s72-c/touro+fat.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
