<?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-8110039652840154739</id><updated>2011-09-30T18:16:16.148+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pedaços de um Caminho</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Peregrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501375433916922351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SJoqC7vmHWI/AAAAAAAAABY/JaWFU9vYn6E/s1600-R/img_inicionovia2007.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>74</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110039652840154739.post-9217786500200290773</id><published>2011-05-10T14:24:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T14:41:46.088+01:00</updated><title type='text'>U de Um</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mMbQEy9fOXc/TclAjj2IwhI/AAAAAAAAAcM/u-F4xrBPH3s/s1600/tumblr_l6199qPy2Q1qze2y8o1_400_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mMbQEy9fOXc/TclAjj2IwhI/AAAAAAAAAcM/u-F4xrBPH3s/s320/tumblr_l6199qPy2Q1qze2y8o1_400_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605082190901199378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aproximo-me. O teu olhar encontra o meu, e logo de seguida a tua boca procura a minha.&lt;br /&gt;As saudades são infindáveis, e já não mais consigo separar-me de ti. O teu sorriso, o teu carinho e protecção são-me mais preciosos que o oiro; e o teu toque e os teus beijos confortam-me o corpo e a alma.&lt;br /&gt;Contigo a meu lado só te vejo a ti, e só tu importas. Os problemas, as dúvidas, as indecisões e o cansaço tomam o valor de nada e só sinto amor.&lt;br /&gt;Inspiro-te por inteiro e o meu coração rejubila. O mundo à volta desaparece. E somos um. E somos tudo.&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/8110039652840154739-9217786500200290773?l=um-caminhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/feeds/9217786500200290773/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110039652840154739&amp;postID=9217786500200290773&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/9217786500200290773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/9217786500200290773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/2011/05/u-de-um.html' title='U de Um'/><author><name>Peregrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501375433916922351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SJoqC7vmHWI/AAAAAAAAABY/JaWFU9vYn6E/s1600-R/img_inicionovia2007.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mMbQEy9fOXc/TclAjj2IwhI/AAAAAAAAAcM/u-F4xrBPH3s/s72-c/tumblr_l6199qPy2Q1qze2y8o1_400_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110039652840154739.post-2227932930228095204</id><published>2011-03-30T21:06:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T23:49:01.099+01:00</updated><title type='text'>T de Telepatia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-emaesKwnpm8/TZOzHSa-3sI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OZZ_0o24YhA/s1600/4j3jlgnw6kf0fkn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-emaesKwnpm8/TZOzHSa-3sI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OZZ_0o24YhA/s320/4j3jlgnw6kf0fkn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590008500282384066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Telepatia,&lt;br /&gt;Silêncio, calma.&lt;br /&gt;Feitiçaria&lt;br /&gt;Da tua alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passo a passo&lt;br /&gt;Sem ter medo,&lt;br /&gt;Abrimos, soltámos&lt;br /&gt;O nosso segredo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a sorrir,&lt;br /&gt;Devorámos o mundo&lt;br /&gt;Num abraço.&lt;br /&gt;Tão profundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Telepatia - Lara Li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Telepatia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; (do grego τηλε, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;tele&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;, "distância"; e πάθεια, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;patheia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;, "sentir ou sentimento"). Sentir à distância, sem uso de outras ferramentas a não ser o olhar e o coração. E que bom que é, sentir(-te) assim.&lt;/span&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/8110039652840154739-2227932930228095204?l=um-caminhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/feeds/2227932930228095204/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110039652840154739&amp;postID=2227932930228095204&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/2227932930228095204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/2227932930228095204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/2011/03/t-de-telepatia.html' title='T de Telepatia'/><author><name>Peregrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501375433916922351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SJoqC7vmHWI/AAAAAAAAABY/JaWFU9vYn6E/s1600-R/img_inicionovia2007.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-emaesKwnpm8/TZOzHSa-3sI/AAAAAAAAAcE/OZZ_0o24YhA/s72-c/4j3jlgnw6kf0fkn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110039652840154739.post-8934282991889701940</id><published>2011-03-22T14:55:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-03-22T15:14:31.811Z</updated><title type='text'>S de Saudade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Da2DYlSRV8/TYi80VzpiOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/a35xl1DZVU8/s1600/42-18388294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Da2DYlSRV8/TYi80VzpiOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/a35xl1DZVU8/s320/42-18388294.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586922945146095842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Há muito que tenho saudades tuas. Tantas que nunca consegui terminar os textos em que te escrevia. Porque ficava sempre algo para dizer. Sempre fica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Há muito que tu não eras tu. Os olhos eram os mesmos, mas já não brilhavam. A boca era a mesma, mas já não sorria. O corpo era o mesmo, mas já não se mantinha em pé. O coração era o mesmo, mas não reconhecia a alma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As memórias que tenho de ti, do teu verdadeiro eu, são as que quero manter sempre comigo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aquele que dava longos passeios comigo pela praia e que, estando frio ou calor, e mesmo não sabendo nadar, tinha de se molhar todo no caminho de volta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aquele que tinha a maior paciência do mundo para jogar comigo às cartas e ao dominó, e perdia de propósito só para me alegrar. Aquele que abdicava de jogar com "os crescidos" para eu não ficar a jogar solitário. Aquele que jogava sueca melhor que ninguém, que sabia todas as jogadas e os jogos dos outros, e mesmo assim não se importava de ser o meu par e aturar todos os meus erros de jogo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aquele que foi começando a deixar de saber jogar, a ter menos paciência por causa disso, mas que mesmo assim continuava a jogar à "Guerra" e me dizia "Larga o perú que hoje não é Natal" quando te tentava enganar e ficar com cartas que não ganhava.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aquele que me adorava, a sua única neta, e que me tratava como uma princesa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aquele que andava de bicicleta para todo o lado e que tinha na sua, a sua melhor amiga. Quantas vezes me disseram que para aprender a andar tu eras a pessoa mais indicada. Sempre tive medo. Mas sabes? Eras, mesmo assim, a pessoa em quem mais confiança tinha para me ensinar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sabia que nunca me irias deixar cair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110039652840154739-8934282991889701940?l=um-caminhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/feeds/8934282991889701940/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110039652840154739&amp;postID=8934282991889701940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/8934282991889701940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/8934282991889701940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/2011/03/s-de-saudade.html' title='S de Saudade'/><author><name>Peregrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501375433916922351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SJoqC7vmHWI/AAAAAAAAABY/JaWFU9vYn6E/s1600-R/img_inicionovia2007.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Da2DYlSRV8/TYi80VzpiOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/a35xl1DZVU8/s72-c/42-18388294.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110039652840154739.post-1377416941671087910</id><published>2011-02-22T14:13:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-22T14:16:28.770Z</updated><title type='text'>R de Romance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IZ9AEzZ96Gk/TWPEpu1IPKI/AAAAAAAAAb0/gU4LRjaEMcI/s1600/34848_1387078035173_1178711285_30950783_3894258_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IZ9AEzZ96Gk/TWPEpu1IPKI/AAAAAAAAAb0/gU4LRjaEMcI/s400/34848_1387078035173_1178711285_30950783_3894258_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576516984839355554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Quero a vida sempre assim, com você perto de mim, até ao apagar da velha chama."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque Amor é o motor que move o Mundo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;E tu és o meu mundo.&lt;/i&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/8110039652840154739-1377416941671087910?l=um-caminhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/feeds/1377416941671087910/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110039652840154739&amp;postID=1377416941671087910&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/1377416941671087910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/1377416941671087910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/2011/02/r-de-romance.html' title='R de Romance'/><author><name>Peregrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501375433916922351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SJoqC7vmHWI/AAAAAAAAABY/JaWFU9vYn6E/s1600-R/img_inicionovia2007.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IZ9AEzZ96Gk/TWPEpu1IPKI/AAAAAAAAAb0/gU4LRjaEMcI/s72-c/34848_1387078035173_1178711285_30950783_3894258_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110039652840154739.post-6217758059610795240</id><published>2011-02-15T15:16:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-15T15:20:18.024Z</updated><title type='text'>Q de Querer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lmsdQwuXr_w/TVqZCUt7-sI/AAAAAAAAAbs/uWJF591JbFQ/s1600/180767_198099643536000_198090213536943_811189_5508032_n_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lmsdQwuXr_w/TVqZCUt7-sI/AAAAAAAAAbs/uWJF591JbFQ/s400/180767_198099643536000_198090213536943_811189_5508032_n_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573935754024581826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quero ser feliz. Quero deixar sempre um sorriso no rosto de quem se cruzar comigo. Quero manter sempre os poucos mas bons amigos que tenho. Quero construir um futuro que me faça ter orgulho em mim. Quero viajar, conhecer Portugal e o resto do Mundo. Quero ajudar o próximo, muitos próximos, e sentir-me útil. Quero viver rodeada de Amor verdadeiro, senti-lo de todas as formas e espalhar a sua importância à multidão. Quero fazer os possíveis para ajudar a minha família em tudo o que ela necessitar. Quero sorrir, rir, abraçar, beijar muito. Quero querer mais, sempre mais e mais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110039652840154739-6217758059610795240?l=um-caminhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/feeds/6217758059610795240/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110039652840154739&amp;postID=6217758059610795240&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/6217758059610795240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/6217758059610795240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/2011/02/q-de-querer.html' title='Q de Querer'/><author><name>Peregrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501375433916922351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SJoqC7vmHWI/AAAAAAAAABY/JaWFU9vYn6E/s1600-R/img_inicionovia2007.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lmsdQwuXr_w/TVqZCUt7-sI/AAAAAAAAAbs/uWJF591JbFQ/s72-c/180767_198099643536000_198090213536943_811189_5508032_n_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110039652840154739.post-2837037888456663201</id><published>2011-01-27T18:07:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-02-04T16:57:06.538Z</updated><title type='text'>P de Proibido</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/TUG3xIkoDqI/AAAAAAAAAbg/IP7gaWLH2cc/s1600/Proibido.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/TUG3xIkoDqI/AAAAAAAAAbg/IP7gaWLH2cc/s400/Proibido.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566932669149220514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tenho uma certa aversão pelo proibido. Não é que seja rebelde nem tenha uma vida desregrada, antes pelo contrário. Mas a justificação "porque é proibido" causa-me uma certa comichão. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas é proibido porquê? Porque a sociedade assim o quis? Porque um grupo de pessoas pensou que seria melhor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não, eu não concebo o "porque sim" ou o "porque não" sem uma justificação minimamente plausível. Deus deu-me consciência, e eu uso-a para discernir o Bem do Mal. Posso cometer erros, mas não sou perfeita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110039652840154739-2837037888456663201?l=um-caminhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/feeds/2837037888456663201/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110039652840154739&amp;postID=2837037888456663201&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/2837037888456663201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/2837037888456663201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/2011/01/p-de-proibido.html' title='P de Proibido'/><author><name>Peregrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501375433916922351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SJoqC7vmHWI/AAAAAAAAABY/JaWFU9vYn6E/s1600-R/img_inicionovia2007.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/TUG3xIkoDqI/AAAAAAAAAbg/IP7gaWLH2cc/s72-c/Proibido.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110039652840154739.post-3438338629359912664</id><published>2011-01-27T13:04:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-01-27T16:10:54.271Z</updated><title type='text'>O de Orgulho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/TUFt_A4oWNI/AAAAAAAAAbY/L2ZRftAAEpo/s1600/With_Love_by_h23b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/TUFt_A4oWNI/AAAAAAAAAbY/L2ZRftAAEpo/s400/With_Love_by_h23b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566851543743355090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Poderia optar por falar do outro orgulho. Do orgulho que nos consome, o orgulho que às vezes se fere, o orgulho que nos perturba a humildade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas quero falar deste. O orgulho que tenho nas pessoas que amo e que fazem parte da minha vida. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Orgulho-me de mim, da minha fé, dos meus ideais, das minhas convicções, da minha maneira de viver a vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Orgulho-me da minha mãe, o meu eterno porto de abrigo, que luta todos os dias sempre com um sorriso no rosto e sempre disponível para os outros. Orgulho-me do meu irmão, o meu pequenino tesouro, que se tornou um homenzinho com bom coração. Orgulho-me do meu pai, que mete a sua família sempre em primeiro lugar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Orgulho-me das minhas melhores amigas e da nossa amizade de 8 anos que resiste à distância, à falta de tempo, e aos puxões de orelhas quando são necessários. Uma amizade que vale a pena conservar para sempre. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Orgulho-me do Amor, de amar e de ser amada. Orgulho-me de poder senti-lo em toda a sua verdade e de nunca o invocar em vão. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Felizmente tenho muitas pessoas na minha vida de quem me posso orgulhar. E isso orgulha-me muito. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110039652840154739-3438338629359912664?l=um-caminhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/feeds/3438338629359912664/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110039652840154739&amp;postID=3438338629359912664&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/3438338629359912664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/3438338629359912664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/2011/01/o-de-orgulho.html' title='O de Orgulho'/><author><name>Peregrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501375433916922351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SJoqC7vmHWI/AAAAAAAAABY/JaWFU9vYn6E/s1600-R/img_inicionovia2007.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/TUFt_A4oWNI/AAAAAAAAAbY/L2ZRftAAEpo/s72-c/With_Love_by_h23b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110039652840154739.post-8180906258994482135</id><published>2011-01-20T21:13:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-01-26T22:34:22.311Z</updated><title type='text'>N de Nunca</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/TUCftnfvQTI/AAAAAAAAAbI/soLDVpmX6Vo/s1600/tumblr_lc4mzrRfA71qciek8o1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/TUCftnfvQTI/AAAAAAAAAbI/soLDVpmX6Vo/s400/tumblr_lc4mzrRfA71qciek8o1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566624745474965810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Nunca digas nunca". Ouvimos esta expressão muitas vezes, e mesmo que concordemos com ela, não compreendemos inteiramente o seu significado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Antigamente, era adepta do "nunca seria capaz de fazer tal coisa".  Mas cedo percebi que nos surpreendemos a nós próprios com uma facilidade que nos arrebata e nos deixa sem saber o que pensar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Porque quando nos toca a nós tudo se torna diferente e o que antes era um julgamento exterior e impessoal, agora passa a tocar-nos na pele. E o caso muda de figura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quanto a mim, já fiz e faço coisas que diria anteriormente nunca ser capaz de o fazer. Por amor (principalmente por amor), por desespero, por falta de coragem, seja por que motivo for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A palavra nunca? &lt;i&gt;Nunca&lt;/i&gt; mais fará parte do meu vocabulário.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110039652840154739-8180906258994482135?l=um-caminhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/feeds/8180906258994482135/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110039652840154739&amp;postID=8180906258994482135&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/8180906258994482135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/8180906258994482135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/2011/01/n-de-nunca.html' title='N de Nunca'/><author><name>Peregrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501375433916922351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SJoqC7vmHWI/AAAAAAAAABY/JaWFU9vYn6E/s1600-R/img_inicionovia2007.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/TUCftnfvQTI/AAAAAAAAAbI/soLDVpmX6Vo/s72-c/tumblr_lc4mzrRfA71qciek8o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110039652840154739.post-5208954890560437140</id><published>2011-01-19T12:57:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-01-19T13:13:12.667Z</updated><title type='text'>M de Mãe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/TTbhNzYQC6I/AAAAAAAAAbA/kAgjx7PvApM/s1600/mother-and-daughter-vintage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/TTbhNzYQC6I/AAAAAAAAAbA/kAgjx7PvApM/s400/mother-and-daughter-vintage.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563882016909298594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ela, a minha mãe. É quem mais amo. É quem mais preciso. É a quem recorro na dúvida. É a quem recorro nos medos. É a melhor pessoa para abraçar. É quem me fortalece. É uma mulher menina para toda a vida. É uma leoa a defender a família. É uma lutadora diária. É quem nunca me nega um sorriso. É quem me conhece melhor que ninguém. É meu porto de abrigo sempre que preciso. É quem confia em mim a cem por cento. É quem não me pede mais do que eu lhe dou. É a quem quero dar o melhor que consiga. É a pessoa que mais merece ser feliz nesta vida. É quem canta e dança com uma alegria contagiante. É quem tem vergonha de chorar à minha frente. É quem nunca quer dar parte fraca. É quem quero cuidar para sempre. É quem quero ver sorrir sempre e acima de tudo. É quem não consigo definir por completo. É a minha melhor companhia. É a minha melhor amiga. É a pessoa mais importante da minha vida. Ela, a minha Mãe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110039652840154739-5208954890560437140?l=um-caminhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/feeds/5208954890560437140/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110039652840154739&amp;postID=5208954890560437140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/5208954890560437140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/5208954890560437140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/2011/01/m-de-mae.html' title='M de Mãe'/><author><name>Peregrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501375433916922351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SJoqC7vmHWI/AAAAAAAAABY/JaWFU9vYn6E/s1600-R/img_inicionovia2007.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/TTbhNzYQC6I/AAAAAAAAAbA/kAgjx7PvApM/s72-c/mother-and-daughter-vintage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110039652840154739.post-6198367144796585830</id><published>2011-01-02T22:22:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-01-19T12:57:32.439Z</updated><title type='text'>L de Liberdade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/TSOqhewbGwI/AAAAAAAAAa4/6FtZ-cRs2qQ/s1600/tumblr_lc85aaxTcf1qdnmt8o1_400_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/TSOqhewbGwI/AAAAAAAAAa4/6FtZ-cRs2qQ/s400/tumblr_lc85aaxTcf1qdnmt8o1_400_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558473857273895682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Todos queremos ser livres. Lutamos e lutamos pela liberdade a que julgamos ter direito. E se alguém se mete no nosso caminho, ai deles, que não sabem onde se meteram. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Há quem se arme de tudo o que pode e não pode para atingir a sensação de que tudo podem, tudo têm sob controlo, e só de si dependem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Mas a verdadeira liberdade não é essa. A liberdade é querer sorrir e chorar, sofrer e rejubilar, fazer sacrifícios e entregar-se a quem nos enche o coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A melhor forma de sermos livres é amar. Amar o Sol e a Lua, a terra e o mar, os sons, os cheiros, e acima de tudo, quem está ao nosso lado, inclusivé nós mesmos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Que nunca nos esqueçamos disso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Uma gaivota voava, voava. Asas de vento, coração de mar. Como ela, somos livres. Somos livres de voar."&lt;/i&gt; - Ermelinda Duarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110039652840154739-6198367144796585830?l=um-caminhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/feeds/6198367144796585830/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110039652840154739&amp;postID=6198367144796585830&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/6198367144796585830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/6198367144796585830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/2011/01/l-liberdade.html' title='L de Liberdade'/><author><name>Peregrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501375433916922351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SJoqC7vmHWI/AAAAAAAAABY/JaWFU9vYn6E/s1600-R/img_inicionovia2007.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/TSOqhewbGwI/AAAAAAAAAa4/6FtZ-cRs2qQ/s72-c/tumblr_lc85aaxTcf1qdnmt8o1_400_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110039652840154739.post-7690161786211904021</id><published>2010-12-20T20:26:00.007Z</published><updated>2011-01-26T23:54:10.976Z</updated><title type='text'>J de Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/TQ-8USUKKvI/AAAAAAAAAao/u0TePLpdZyA/s1600/the-nativity-story-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/TQ-8USUKKvI/AAAAAAAAAao/u0TePLpdZyA/s400/the-nativity-story-08.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552863922270907122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; " &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque é Ele o Caminho, a Verdade e a Vida. O Alfa e o Ómega. O Princípio e o Fim de todas as coisas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; " &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jesus !&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; " &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-size: 11px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Tão humano, que nasceu de uma mulher;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-size: 11px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Tão divino, que é o Unigénito de Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-size: 11px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-size: 11px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Tão humano, que foi baptizado por João;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-size: 11px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Tão divino, que nunca precisou de se arrepender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-size: 11px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-size: 11px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Tão humano, que em tudo foi tentado;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-size: 11px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Tão divino, que nunca cedeu à tentação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-size: 11px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-size: 11px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Tão humano, que teve fome;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-size: 11px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Tão divino, que disse: Eu sou o pão da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-size: 11px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-size: 11px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Tão humano, que teve sede;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-size: 11px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Tão divino, que é a água da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-size: 11px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-size: 11px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Tão humano, que pagou o tributo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-size: 11px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Tão divino, que o Seu Reino não é deste mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-size: 11px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-size: 11px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Tão humano, que sentiu cansaço;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-size: 11px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Tão divino, que chamou a si os cansados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-size: 11px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-size: 11px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Tão humano, que chorou;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-size: 11px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Tão divino, que consolou os que choravam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-size: 11px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-size: 11px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Tão humano, que sentiu o peso da cruz;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-size: 11px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Tão divino, que levou a cruz com amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-size: 11px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-size: 11px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Tão humano, que morreu;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-size: 11px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Tão divino, que venceu a morte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-size: 11px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-size: 11px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Tão humano, que levou os homens a Deus;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-size: 11px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Tão divino, que trouxe Deus aos homens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-size: 11px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-size: 11px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Pe. Juca&lt;/span&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/8110039652840154739-7690161786211904021?l=um-caminhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/feeds/7690161786211904021/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110039652840154739&amp;postID=7690161786211904021&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/7690161786211904021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/7690161786211904021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/2010/12/j-jesus.html' title='J de Jesus'/><author><name>Peregrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501375433916922351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SJoqC7vmHWI/AAAAAAAAABY/JaWFU9vYn6E/s1600-R/img_inicionovia2007.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/TQ-8USUKKvI/AAAAAAAAAao/u0TePLpdZyA/s72-c/the-nativity-story-08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110039652840154739.post-3776962645691757218</id><published>2010-12-16T17:39:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-01-19T12:57:54.428Z</updated><title type='text'>I de Infância</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/TQpPFrEjfTI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/nLYR1LPT2pw/s1600/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/TQpPFrEjfTI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/nLYR1LPT2pw/s400/025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551336449567325490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Simplicidade. Imaginação. Ingenuidade. Alegria. Brilho. Felicidade. Despreocupação. Sorrisos. Entrega. Sinceridade. Pulos. Arranhões. Pulos novamente. Luz. Crianças. Oh, que belas são as crianças.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica; font-size: medium; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eles não sabem, nem sonham,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;que o sonho comanda a vida.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que sempre que um homem sonha,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;o mundo pula e avança&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;como bola colorida&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;entre as mãos de uma criança.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;António Gedeão&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/8110039652840154739-3776962645691757218?l=um-caminhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/feeds/3776962645691757218/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110039652840154739&amp;postID=3776962645691757218&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/3776962645691757218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/3776962645691757218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-infancia.html' title='I de Infância'/><author><name>Peregrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501375433916922351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SJoqC7vmHWI/AAAAAAAAABY/JaWFU9vYn6E/s1600-R/img_inicionovia2007.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/TQpPFrEjfTI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/nLYR1LPT2pw/s72-c/025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110039652840154739.post-4664056648338661492</id><published>2010-12-16T14:11:00.006Z</published><updated>2011-01-19T12:58:04.433Z</updated><title type='text'>H de Hoje</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/TQoe9kBF98I/AAAAAAAAAaI/uQyOqxDONoo/s1600/48524-start-it-today.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/TQoe9kBF98I/AAAAAAAAAaI/uQyOqxDONoo/s400/48524-start-it-today.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551283533676672962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Contigo aprendi a viver o Hoje, sem pensar demasiado no Amanhã. Um dia de cada vez, no ritmo dos compassos do relógio, desejando que eles passem rápido quando estou longe de ti e bem devagar quando te tenho por perto.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;E que seja o que Deus quiser.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hoje eu preciso te encontrar de qualquer jeito&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nem que seja só pra te levar pra casa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Depois de um dia normal...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Olhar teus olhos de promessas fáceis&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;E te beijar a boca de um jeito que te faça rir.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hoje eu preciso te abraçar...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sentir teu cheiro de roupa limpa...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pra esquecer os meus anseios e dormir em paz!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hoje eu preciso ouvir qualquer palavra tua!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Qualquer frase exagerada que me faça sentir alegria...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Em estar vivo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hoje eu preciso tomar um café, ouvindo você suspirar...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me dizendo que eu sou o causador da tua insônia...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que eu faço tudo errado sempre, sempre.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hoje preciso de você&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Com qualquer humor, com qualquer sorriso&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hoje só tua presença&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vai me deixar feliz&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Só hoje.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;Só Hoje - Jota Quest&lt;/p&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/8110039652840154739-4664056648338661492?l=um-caminhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/feeds/4664056648338661492/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110039652840154739&amp;postID=4664056648338661492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/4664056648338661492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/4664056648338661492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/2010/12/h-hoje.html' title='H de Hoje'/><author><name>Peregrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501375433916922351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SJoqC7vmHWI/AAAAAAAAABY/JaWFU9vYn6E/s1600-R/img_inicionovia2007.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/TQoe9kBF98I/AAAAAAAAAaI/uQyOqxDONoo/s72-c/48524-start-it-today.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110039652840154739.post-2419706521274759007</id><published>2010-12-10T19:17:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-01-19T12:58:14.828Z</updated><title type='text'>G de Gosto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/TQJ9HlR5frI/AAAAAAAAAaA/8K40hMI1tx8/s1600/tumblr_l8d24hQgrn1qcxxp2o1_400_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/TQJ9HlR5frI/AAAAAAAAAaA/8K40hMI1tx8/s400/tumblr_l8d24hQgrn1qcxxp2o1_400_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549135260093611698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gosto de mim, de ti e dos outros. Gosto do Sol pela manhã. Gosto da Lua com estrelas por perto. Gosto do céu azul e arroxeado. Gosto do mar pleno e tranquilo, a tocar o infinito. Gosto de boa música. Gosto de sentir o vento na face. Gosto de sorrisos e brilhos nos olhos. Gosto de espontaneidade romântica. Gosto de sinceridade e humildade. Gosto de Cristo e da minha fé. Gosto dos que me suportam na adversidade da vida. Gosto de rir, de desabafar e de partilhar opiniões. Gosto do cheiro a terra molhada e de pisar as folhas secas. Gosto da praia ao anoitecer. Gosto de beijos, abraços e carinhos. Gosto de tecnologias, de ler e aprender. Gosto de actos caridosos e preocupados. E gosto, principalmente, do que sou por gostar de ti.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cansei de quem gosta como se gostar fosse mais uma ferramenta de marketing. Gostar aos poucos, gostar analisando, gostar duas vezes por semana, gostar até às duas e dezoito. Cansei de gente que gosta como pensa que é certo gostar. Gostar é essa besta desenfreada mesmo. E não tem pensar. E arrepia o corpo inteiro, mas você não sabe se é defesa para recuar ou atacar. Eu gosto de você porque gostar não faz sentido. - &lt;/i&gt;Tati Bernardi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110039652840154739-2419706521274759007?l=um-caminhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/feeds/2419706521274759007/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110039652840154739&amp;postID=2419706521274759007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/2419706521274759007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/2419706521274759007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/2010/12/g-gosto.html' title='G de Gosto'/><author><name>Peregrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501375433916922351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SJoqC7vmHWI/AAAAAAAAABY/JaWFU9vYn6E/s1600-R/img_inicionovia2007.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/TQJ9HlR5frI/AAAAAAAAAaA/8K40hMI1tx8/s72-c/tumblr_l8d24hQgrn1qcxxp2o1_400_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110039652840154739.post-5066826738716092722</id><published>2010-11-30T19:10:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-01-19T12:58:27.630Z</updated><title type='text'>F de Fé</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/TPVMZCU6QHI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/_6eH54Zbagg/s1600/wallpaper_bible02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/TPVMZCU6QHI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/_6eH54Zbagg/s400/wallpaper_bible02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545422509181649010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Por mais que balance, tenha dúvidas, receios ou fraqueje nas adversidades, é a fé em Deus que me faz perseverante e capaz de lutar quando queria desistir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;É a certeza que Ele vive em mim que me torna uma pessoa melhor e me faz desejar seguir a Sua vontade e o exemplo d'Aquele que desceu dos Céus e morreu por nós: Jesus Cristo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Se me envolve a noite escura, e caminho sobre abismos de amargura, nada temo, porque a Luz está comigo." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;- Hino das Vésperas&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/8110039652840154739-5066826738716092722?l=um-caminhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/feeds/5066826738716092722/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110039652840154739&amp;postID=5066826738716092722&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/5066826738716092722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/5066826738716092722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/2010/11/f-fe.html' title='F de Fé'/><author><name>Peregrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501375433916922351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SJoqC7vmHWI/AAAAAAAAABY/JaWFU9vYn6E/s1600-R/img_inicionovia2007.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/TPVMZCU6QHI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/_6eH54Zbagg/s72-c/wallpaper_bible02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110039652840154739.post-6315938500570523384</id><published>2010-11-18T20:30:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-01-19T12:58:37.548Z</updated><title type='text'>E de Esperar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/TOWNsH9KL9I/AAAAAAAAAZw/Vbyux3JM8Uo/s1600/3235760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 355px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/TOWNsH9KL9I/AAAAAAAAAZw/Vbyux3JM8Uo/s400/3235760.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540990705738592210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 8px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 8px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Normalmente, não gosto de esperar. Pelos transportes, pelas pessoas, pelos acontecimentos. Gosto de ter tudo "já", tudo sob controlo, tudo ao meu alcance imediato. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 8px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 8px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Tu és a única coisa por que vale a pena esperar. Porque não consigo não o fazer. Porque és-me importante demais para desistir de te ter de novo, uma, e outra, e outra vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 16px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 8px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 8px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 16px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 8px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 8px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Quando se ama alguém tem-se sempre tempo para essa pessoa. E se ela não vem ter connosco, nós esperamos. O verbo esperar torna-se tão imperativo como o verbo respirar. A vida transforma-se numa estação de comboios e o vento anuncia-nos a chegada antes o alcance do olhar. O amor na espera ensina-nos a ver o futuro, a desejá-lo, a organizar tudo para que ele seja possível. É mais fácil esperar do que desistir. É mais fácil desejar do que esquecer. É mais fácil sonhar do que perder. E para quem vive a sonhar, é muito mais fácil viver."&lt;/i&gt;  - Margarida Rebelo Pinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 16px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 8px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 8px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 16px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 8px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 8px; "&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/8110039652840154739-6315938500570523384?l=um-caminhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/feeds/6315938500570523384/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110039652840154739&amp;postID=6315938500570523384&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/6315938500570523384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/6315938500570523384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/2010/11/e-esperar.html' title='E de Esperar'/><author><name>Peregrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501375433916922351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SJoqC7vmHWI/AAAAAAAAABY/JaWFU9vYn6E/s1600-R/img_inicionovia2007.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/TOWNsH9KL9I/AAAAAAAAAZw/Vbyux3JM8Uo/s72-c/3235760.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110039652840154739.post-5229992979211474897</id><published>2010-11-09T18:54:00.006Z</published><updated>2011-01-19T12:58:49.990Z</updated><title type='text'>D de Dúvidas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/TNmZ1n7At0I/AAAAAAAAAZo/pgauFiu47D0/s1600/love_by_laurapora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/TNmZ1n7At0I/AAAAAAAAAZo/pgauFiu47D0/s400/love_by_laurapora.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537626363357345602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Corroem a alma, inquietam o coração, tiram horas de sono e (des)gastam a mente. Por vezes a consciência e a presença dos valores morais bem assentes dificultam-nos a vida, obrigando-nos a pensar, e pensar, e pensar. Pensar antes de agir e pensar depois de agir. Pensar nos porquê's, nos como's, nos onde's, nos quando's. E ficar arrependida depois, por pensar demais.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(...)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Como gostava, às vezes, de ser muito mais inconsequente.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"As nossas dúvidas são traidoras e fazem-nos perder o que, com frequência, poderíamos ganhar, por simples medo de arriscar." - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110039652840154739-5229992979211474897?l=um-caminhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/feeds/5229992979211474897/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110039652840154739&amp;postID=5229992979211474897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/5229992979211474897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/5229992979211474897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/2010/11/d-duvidas.html' title='D de Dúvidas'/><author><name>Peregrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501375433916922351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SJoqC7vmHWI/AAAAAAAAABY/JaWFU9vYn6E/s1600-R/img_inicionovia2007.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/TNmZ1n7At0I/AAAAAAAAAZo/pgauFiu47D0/s72-c/love_by_laurapora.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110039652840154739.post-5803733795472479536</id><published>2010-10-22T19:06:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T12:59:00.203Z</updated><title type='text'>C de Caridade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/TMHS9MpoMrI/AAAAAAAAAZg/-BoLOyLJcT0/s1600/ajuda1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/TMHS9MpoMrI/AAAAAAAAAZg/-BoLOyLJcT0/s400/ajuda1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530933766197359282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Darmos um pouco de nós a quem está ao nosso lado, enobrece-nos a alma, ilumina-nos o caminho, coloca-nos um sorriso permanente no rosto e dá-nos sentido à vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Ainda que eu falasse a língua dos homens e dos anjos, se não tiver caridade, sou como o bronze que soa, ou como o címbalo que retine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;" - São Paulo, I Cor 13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8110039652840154739-5803733795472479536?l=um-caminhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/feeds/5803733795472479536/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110039652840154739&amp;postID=5803733795472479536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/5803733795472479536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/5803733795472479536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/2010/10/c-caridade.html' title='C de Caridade'/><author><name>Peregrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501375433916922351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SJoqC7vmHWI/AAAAAAAAABY/JaWFU9vYn6E/s1600-R/img_inicionovia2007.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/TMHS9MpoMrI/AAAAAAAAAZg/-BoLOyLJcT0/s72-c/ajuda1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110039652840154739.post-4505673268858938045</id><published>2010-10-21T21:16:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T12:59:11.635Z</updated><title type='text'>B de Beijo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/TMCf6iF9taI/AAAAAAAAAZY/1x7kgfwdWUQ/s1600/Young_Love_by_exoart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/TMCf6iF9taI/AAAAAAAAAZY/1x7kgfwdWUQ/s400/Young_Love_by_exoart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530596170344019362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Porque quando as palavras se tornam insuficientes, um beijo é a maravilhosa forma de mostrar um sentir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" O amor é grande e cabe nesta janela sobre o mar. O mar é grande e cabe  na cama e no colchão de amar. O amor é grande e cabe no breve espaço de  beijar."&lt;/span&gt; - Carlos Drummond de Andrade&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/8110039652840154739-4505673268858938045?l=um-caminhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/feeds/4505673268858938045/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110039652840154739&amp;postID=4505673268858938045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/4505673268858938045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/4505673268858938045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/2010/10/b-beijo.html' title='B de Beijo'/><author><name>Peregrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501375433916922351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SJoqC7vmHWI/AAAAAAAAABY/JaWFU9vYn6E/s1600-R/img_inicionovia2007.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/TMCf6iF9taI/AAAAAAAAAZY/1x7kgfwdWUQ/s72-c/Young_Love_by_exoart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110039652840154739.post-5385489279386992462</id><published>2010-10-20T17:38:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T12:59:36.060Z</updated><title type='text'>A de Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/TL8beN8MmgI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/ZmR6plJvgRA/s1600/couple_in_love_by_love242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/TL8beN8MmgI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/ZmR6plJvgRA/s400/couple_in_love_by_love242.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530169073386428930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Porque mesmo que por vezes me revolte contra ti, ainda és o que me mantém viva (e feliz).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;"A medida do Amor é amar sem medida."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; Sto. Agostinho&lt;/span&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/8110039652840154739-5385489279386992462?l=um-caminhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/feeds/5385489279386992462/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110039652840154739&amp;postID=5385489279386992462&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/5385489279386992462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/5385489279386992462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/2010/10/amor.html' title='A de Amor'/><author><name>Peregrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501375433916922351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SJoqC7vmHWI/AAAAAAAAABY/JaWFU9vYn6E/s1600-R/img_inicionovia2007.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/TL8beN8MmgI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/ZmR6plJvgRA/s72-c/couple_in_love_by_love242.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110039652840154739.post-1195390814285761405</id><published>2010-06-04T12:14:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T13:05:50.333+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I couldn't help...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/TAjrQLDTFQI/AAAAAAAAAYo/SJP6l8wIvRw/s1600/Closer_by_Mavipoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/TAjrQLDTFQI/AAAAAAAAAYo/SJP6l8wIvRw/s400/Closer_by_Mavipoo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478887609773266178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Wise men say only fools rush in,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;But I can't help falling in love with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Shall I stay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Would it be a sin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;If I can't help falling in love with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Like a river flows surely to the sea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Darling so it goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Some things are meant to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Take my hand, take my whole life too,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;For I can't help falling in love with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I couldn't help falling in love with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;But... No regrets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110039652840154739-1195390814285761405?l=um-caminhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/feeds/1195390814285761405/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110039652840154739&amp;postID=1195390814285761405&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/1195390814285761405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/1195390814285761405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-couldnt-help.html' title='I couldn&apos;t help...'/><author><name>Peregrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501375433916922351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SJoqC7vmHWI/AAAAAAAAABY/JaWFU9vYn6E/s1600-R/img_inicionovia2007.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/TAjrQLDTFQI/AAAAAAAAAYo/SJP6l8wIvRw/s72-c/Closer_by_Mavipoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110039652840154739.post-1260174880020024828</id><published>2010-03-26T18:40:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-03-26T18:46:33.508Z</updated><title type='text'>Grito mudo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/S60APflbt2I/AAAAAAAAAUg/NLurj-6l5cI/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 361px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/S60APflbt2I/AAAAAAAAAUg/NLurj-6l5cI/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453014989992081250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Às vezes o silêncio dói. E a dor é maior quanto maior é a vontade de gritar aos sete ventos tudo o que nos vai no coração e quer sair furiosamente do peito, atingindo quem merecer ser atingido.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Maior cego é aquele que não quer ver&lt;/span&gt;. Cegueira conveniente, egoísta, soberba e cómoda, que encobre a falsidade que inunda o ar que todos nós respiramos.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;A moralidade de nada serve se a apregoamos mas não a praticamos.&lt;/span&gt; Se usamos e abusamos de sorrisos amarelos para mostrar tudo aquilo que não somos mas queremos que os outros sejam.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;E as pessoas ignoram. Ensurdecem-se, emudecem-se e cegam-se&lt;/span&gt;, com medo de enfrentar a realidade e defender o seu ponto de vista, que muitas das vezes nem formado está, porque não há tempo para isso e nunca vale a pena. Fingem-se cegas, surdas e mudas, porque é mais fácil viver assim.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;E é então que eu grito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@ Peregrina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110039652840154739-1260174880020024828?l=um-caminhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/feeds/1260174880020024828/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110039652840154739&amp;postID=1260174880020024828&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/1260174880020024828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/1260174880020024828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/2010/03/grito-mudo.html' title='Grito mudo'/><author><name>Peregrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501375433916922351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SJoqC7vmHWI/AAAAAAAAABY/JaWFU9vYn6E/s1600-R/img_inicionovia2007.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/S60APflbt2I/AAAAAAAAAUg/NLurj-6l5cI/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110039652840154739.post-1433853250390682413</id><published>2010-02-25T10:41:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-25T10:46:44.033Z</updated><title type='text'>Para ti..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/S4ZU4RXqdzI/AAAAAAAAAQE/RaY_IGa5C7A/s1600-h/te_quiero_yo_tambien__by_m0thyyku.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/S4ZU4RXqdzI/AAAAAAAAAQE/RaY_IGa5C7A/s320/te_quiero_yo_tambien__by_m0thyyku.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442130525435885362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...) Fazes-me mais feliz. Eu sei quem és para mim, e és-me muito. Haja o que houver, eu estou aqui, para ti, para sempre. Como tua amiga, amante ou mulher. Não importa. Por tudo o que me fizeste crescer, viver, tornaste-te inesquecível. Contigo descobri o que era amar, o que era gostar tanto de alguém que não seja sangue do nosso sangue e por quem daríamos tudo. Desejar a felicidade de uma pessoa com mais ardor do que a nossa. Gostar tanto de alguém, que apenas a sua presença conforta, mesmo que nem nos dirijamos a palavra.&lt;br /&gt;Saber-te perto basta para ficar melhor. E o melhor, é que é recíproco. Sinto-me uma felizarda, por te ter conhecido, e por nos termos tornado amantes. Uma felizarda, por viver este amor tão lindo, tão verdadeiro e tão puro. E isso, aconteça o que acontecer, ficará para sempre comigo, como uma fase muito, muito feliz da minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ Peregrina&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110039652840154739-1433853250390682413?l=um-caminhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/feeds/1433853250390682413/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110039652840154739&amp;postID=1433853250390682413&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/1433853250390682413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/1433853250390682413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/2010/02/para-ti.html' title='Para ti..'/><author><name>Peregrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501375433916922351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SJoqC7vmHWI/AAAAAAAAABY/JaWFU9vYn6E/s1600-R/img_inicionovia2007.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/S4ZU4RXqdzI/AAAAAAAAAQE/RaY_IGa5C7A/s72-c/te_quiero_yo_tambien__by_m0thyyku.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110039652840154739.post-4602343824449985225</id><published>2010-02-05T13:55:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-05T14:00:53.540Z</updated><title type='text'>Hoje...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/S2wjuv7m2hI/AAAAAAAAAOs/8tW8Nc88yRc/s1600-h/dv1070051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/S2wjuv7m2hI/AAAAAAAAAOs/8tW8Nc88yRc/s200/dv1070051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434758136376777234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só queria ficar contigo por baixo dos cobertores, abraçada por ti e a ver as horas passarem sem me importar com isso.&lt;br /&gt;O mundo caberia todo na nossa cama, o mundo seríamos nós, e a felicidade seria completa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ Peregrina&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110039652840154739-4602343824449985225?l=um-caminhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/feeds/4602343824449985225/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110039652840154739&amp;postID=4602343824449985225&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/4602343824449985225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/4602343824449985225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/2010/02/hoje.html' title='Hoje...'/><author><name>Peregrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501375433916922351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SJoqC7vmHWI/AAAAAAAAABY/JaWFU9vYn6E/s1600-R/img_inicionovia2007.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/S2wjuv7m2hI/AAAAAAAAAOs/8tW8Nc88yRc/s72-c/dv1070051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110039652840154739.post-8947212068334341276</id><published>2009-12-25T18:27:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-12-25T18:35:22.050Z</updated><title type='text'>Chove...(em mim)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Chove lá fora. Deixo-me sentada e contemplo pela janela o exterior. Está monocromaticamente cinzento, triste, molhado. Como quem chora uma partida que não terá um regresso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;          Gota a gota, forma-se uma corrente de água no chão, como quem lava a alma na ânsia de renovação. As nuvens não deixam passar a luz, e obscurecem a vida e o coração das pessoas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;         Na rua, não se vê vivalma. Todos se refugiam em si mesmos, para não ter de enfrentar a escuridão nas janelas que são os olhos dos outros. Na procura por comodidade e segurança, desligam a luz dos seus sorrisos para evitar desastres numa possível trovoada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;        O dia está triste, mas ninguém se preocupa em alegrá-lo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;        Levanto-me e dirijo-me à janela. Ao olhar para cima, inspiro fundo e sorrio. Sei que, mais cedo ou mais tarde, o Sol irá despontar no céu. E aí a (minha) vida voltará de novo a ter sentido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;@ Peregrina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SzUFnCobpDI/AAAAAAAAAOg/ZOxH6xwU1qk/s1600-h/52942_0001kt94.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 156px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SzUFnCobpDI/AAAAAAAAAOg/ZOxH6xwU1qk/s200/52942_0001kt94.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419243894889751602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110039652840154739-8947212068334341276?l=um-caminhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/feeds/8947212068334341276/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110039652840154739&amp;postID=8947212068334341276&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/8947212068334341276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/8947212068334341276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/2009/12/choveem-mim.html' title='Chove...(em mim)'/><author><name>Peregrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501375433916922351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SJoqC7vmHWI/AAAAAAAAABY/JaWFU9vYn6E/s1600-R/img_inicionovia2007.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SzUFnCobpDI/AAAAAAAAAOg/ZOxH6xwU1qk/s72-c/52942_0001kt94.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110039652840154739.post-7122354386326292274</id><published>2009-12-23T18:07:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-12-23T18:14:09.684Z</updated><title type='text'>Natal Ideal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SzJdIcB1dXI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/l_syiZza9UY/s1600-h/christmas_wallpaper_14_1024x768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 418px; height: 314px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SzJdIcB1dXI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/l_syiZza9UY/s320/christmas_wallpaper_14_1024x768.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418495701224355186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;     Estão criadas as condições ideais para o Natal. Basta olhar à volta e vê-se logo. reparem como todos andam atarefados com a sua vida, festejos, compras, boas-festas. Tudo se centra em consumo, prazer, dinheiro, azáfama. Não é isto mesmo o ideal para o Natal? Pelo menos na vida pública, ninguém parece interessado no significado desta festa, no presépio e no nascimento de Cristo. Vemos renas, árvores, sinos, trenós, mas poucas manjedouras. As montras, anúncios, jornais, televisões falam do Pai Natal ou do Obama em Copenhaga, não de Jesus. Ninguém medita no acontecimento espantoso que é Deus nascer como um menino, o Omnipotente vir viver como um de nós para trazer toda a felicidade do Céu à tristeza deste mundo. Olhamos à volta e tudo parece alheio a essa espantosa Boa Nova, que mudou e muda o mundo. Basta ver isto e compreende-se: estão criadas as condições ideais para o Natal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Porque foi precisamente assim na primeira vez que houve Natal. Quando Jesus nasceu também ninguém lhe ligou nenhuma. Toda a gente se atarefava na sua vida, sem sequer saber do estábulo. As atenções estavam centradas nas árvores, no gado, no consumo, prazer. Falava-se de Herodes, gordo e de barbas brancas como o Pai Natal, e no imperador Augusto, com enormes semelhanças a Obama. Apesar de avisadas pelos profetas, as pessoas não conseguiam sequer imaginar que Deus pudesse visitar o seu povo. No dia de Natal ninguém achava possível haver Natal. Como hoje. Porque o Natal depende da vontade sublime de Deus, não das condições que nós criamos.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;João César das Neves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;17/12/2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;A todos um Santo e muito feliz Natal. Comemoremos o Natal de Jesus, porque o Natal é Jesus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-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/8110039652840154739-7122354386326292274?l=um-caminhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/feeds/7122354386326292274/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110039652840154739&amp;postID=7122354386326292274&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/7122354386326292274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/7122354386326292274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/2009/12/natal-ideal.html' title='Natal Ideal'/><author><name>Peregrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501375433916922351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SJoqC7vmHWI/AAAAAAAAABY/JaWFU9vYn6E/s1600-R/img_inicionovia2007.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SzJdIcB1dXI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/l_syiZza9UY/s72-c/christmas_wallpaper_14_1024x768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110039652840154739.post-9180796881279150658</id><published>2009-11-20T18:19:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-20T18:41:05.483Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SwbiVBAsFkI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bTbMNn68GWU/s1600/liebeskummer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SwbiVBAsFkI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bTbMNn68GWU/s320/liebeskummer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406257253381314114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: courier new;"&gt;Depois de tanto tempo, regressaste para mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: courier new;"&gt;Contigo, tudo o que já tinha começado a tentar esquecer. As promessas em vão, juras de amor eterno levadas pelo vento, palavras de amor puro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: courier new;"&gt;E sem que conseguisse impedir, tudo voltou. As nossas lembranças, o teu cheiro, o toque dos teus dedos na minha pele, o brilho dos teus olhos quando encontram os meus. Um vendaval de emoções que só tu me fazes sentir. O sentir viva por inteiro, completa de corpo e alma, por nos pertencermos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: courier new;"&gt;E, no fundo, ainda te esperava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: courier new;"&gt;Porque não sei fazer outra coisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: courier new;"&gt;Porque o meu coração já se habitou (demasiado) a bater ao ritmo do teu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110039652840154739-9180796881279150658?l=um-caminhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/feeds/9180796881279150658/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110039652840154739&amp;postID=9180796881279150658&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/9180796881279150658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/9180796881279150658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/2009/11/depois-de-tanto-tempo-regressaste-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Peregrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501375433916922351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SJoqC7vmHWI/AAAAAAAAABY/JaWFU9vYn6E/s1600-R/img_inicionovia2007.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SwbiVBAsFkI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bTbMNn68GWU/s72-c/liebeskummer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110039652840154739.post-2341379784490621801</id><published>2009-09-15T16:00:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T16:04:04.667+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A ti dedico</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/Sq-s3yaflsI/AAAAAAAAANg/Fs5yul8245M/s1600-h/2615135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/Sq-s3yaflsI/AAAAAAAAANg/Fs5yul8245M/s320/2615135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381710154156709570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;És a (minha) prova viva de que, quando as pessoas são transparentes e o que transparece é bom, é fácil nos darmos gratuitamente e gostarmos delas. És a prova de que, quando o coração fala mais alto, a amizade é sempre muito bonita e resiste à distância e à ausência física.&lt;br /&gt;Na sinceridade mostraste-me o teu pequeno grande coração, e entraste no meu de mansinho, ao som de uma pauta musical de ritmos quentes e convidativos. Conto com a tua presença no meu dia-a-dia, para me amparar nos tropeços da vida e festejar comigo as maravilhas que o mundo e as pessoas têm para oferecer. A (minha) vida é bem melhor, desde que sei que estarás sempre presente.&lt;br /&gt;Para ti desejo um arco-íris de luz e cor, com um pote de ouro a transbordar de amor e paz, como os que levas à vida de todos os que passam por ti.&lt;br /&gt;Muito mais fica por dizer. O resto digo-te baixinho, por entre sorrisos que brilham por tu existires nesta (minha) vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ Peregrina&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110039652840154739-2341379784490621801?l=um-caminhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/feeds/2341379784490621801/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110039652840154739&amp;postID=2341379784490621801&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/2341379784490621801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/2341379784490621801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/2009/09/ti-dedico.html' title='A ti dedico'/><author><name>Peregrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501375433916922351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SJoqC7vmHWI/AAAAAAAAABY/JaWFU9vYn6E/s1600-R/img_inicionovia2007.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/Sq-s3yaflsI/AAAAAAAAANg/Fs5yul8245M/s72-c/2615135.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110039652840154739.post-7821773199238173446</id><published>2009-09-09T23:44:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T23:49:00.067+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Talvez...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SqgwJjzXB2I/AAAAAAAAANY/c-Qq32Do600/s1600-h/78dde7b1a5897d327a6d8c4f66ea71cf.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SqgwJjzXB2I/AAAAAAAAANY/c-Qq32Do600/s400/78dde7b1a5897d327a6d8c4f66ea71cf.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379602695681673058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;Silêncio. Sinto um esvoaçar de asas trémulas e cintilantes no meu rosto. Talvez seja o teu respirar, compassado com o meu e entranhado no meu peito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;       Ergo o rosto e uma brisa harmoniosa invade-me a pele. Talvez as tuas mãos me estejam a tocar de novo, num toque macio e arrebatador, com ânsias de carinho e protecção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;       Levanto-me e sigo na direcção do luar. A sua luz preenche-me e aquece-me a alma. Sim, talvez seja o teu olhar, que me lê por inteiro, me despe de rodeios e me namora às escondidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;       Talvez o teu sorriso venha pela última vez na forma de um leve piar de uma ave noctívaga, para me embelezar a noite e colorir o rosto, que se tornou cinzento desde a tua partida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;       Talvez um dia os meus olhos deixem de te procurar em cada esquina e alcancem os teus uma vez mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;Uma vez que se torne o resto das nossas vidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;       Talvez…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;@ Peregrina&lt;/span&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/8110039652840154739-7821773199238173446?l=um-caminhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/feeds/7821773199238173446/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110039652840154739&amp;postID=7821773199238173446&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/7821773199238173446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/7821773199238173446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/2009/09/talvez.html' title='Talvez...'/><author><name>Peregrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501375433916922351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SJoqC7vmHWI/AAAAAAAAABY/JaWFU9vYn6E/s1600-R/img_inicionovia2007.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SqgwJjzXB2I/AAAAAAAAANY/c-Qq32Do600/s72-c/78dde7b1a5897d327a6d8c4f66ea71cf.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110039652840154739.post-2632745908066956729</id><published>2009-08-14T18:23:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T19:00:45.806+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Escrevi-te</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SoWlBPEzrfI/AAAAAAAAANQ/2HL_Rfdnr98/s1600-h/i_believe_in__by_m0thyyku.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SoWlBPEzrfI/AAAAAAAAANQ/2HL_Rfdnr98/s200/i_believe_in__by_m0thyyku.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369879571354332658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Apareceste na bruma da noite e a minha cegueira não conseguiu definir-te. Seduziste-me e quis interpretar-te, descortinar-te em certezas e tomar-te para mim.&lt;br /&gt;Então escrevi-te. Escrevi-te no vento, em bolas de sabão, frágeis e transparentes, em modos de te captar a essência e o coração.&lt;br /&gt;Escrevi-te na areia, na insegurança do desconhecido.  Deixei o mar molhar o teu sorriso e refrescar a minha mente. Mas hesitei e esborratei-te diversas vezes, enchi-te de pontos de interrogação e reticências, querendo decifrar-te.&lt;br /&gt;Escrevi-te em pergaminho, e com carvão negro desenhei o teu corpo e o teu coração. Conjuguei-os, sublinhei-te, e vi que eras o que sempre tinha idealizado para mim.&lt;br /&gt;Com tinta passei-te a limpo, substituí as interrogações e reticências por vírgulas e ponto-e-vírgulas e gravei-te em rocha fértil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escrevo-te ainda, no coração. A tinta permanente, indelével e profunda, com altos e baixos e em negrito. Numa escrita cuidada e com muito amor, por vezes com gatafunhos mas nunca com um ponto final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Peregrina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SoWk3v7iF6I/AAAAAAAAANI/ejukM19HPKU/s1600-h/i_believe_in__by_m0thyyku.jpg"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110039652840154739-2632745908066956729?l=um-caminhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/feeds/2632745908066956729/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110039652840154739&amp;postID=2632745908066956729&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/2632745908066956729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/2632745908066956729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/2009/08/escrevi-te.html' title='Escrevi-te'/><author><name>Peregrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501375433916922351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SJoqC7vmHWI/AAAAAAAAABY/JaWFU9vYn6E/s1600-R/img_inicionovia2007.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SoWlBPEzrfI/AAAAAAAAANQ/2HL_Rfdnr98/s72-c/i_believe_in__by_m0thyyku.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110039652840154739.post-7419186568747206066</id><published>2009-07-18T01:53:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T20:34:08.445+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Não!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SmEeigqnGNI/AAAAAAAAAMo/upB2juU1Jxk/s1600-h/Pequena+flor.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SmEeigqnGNI/AAAAAAAAAMo/upB2juU1Jxk/s320/Pequena+flor.0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359598609780644050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Não!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Hoje não &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;quero escutar essas vozes que me bradam para desistir de ti, que o mais correcto é seguirmos em frente, mas por caminhos distintos. Não as quero por perto, fazem-me mal. Afasta-as de mim, só hoje…sim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Não!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Imploro-te, desejo ficar aqui, só por aqui. Recordando os nossos momentos, invocando-os e agarrando-me a eles, qual porto de abrigo e bóia salvadora. Eles fazem-me sentir-te junto a mim outra vez. Deixa-me permanecer apoiada neles, só hoje…sim? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Não!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Quero sorrir de novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;, o meu sorriso bobo e espontâneo que me ilumina a face, me aquece o coração e me apazigua a alma. Quero rir, dançar, gritar a plenos pulmões que te tenho, nos temos, e só isso nos basta. Quero voltar a ser aquela mulher criança que te ama, só hoje…sim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Não!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Deixa-me estar serena, nem que seja por instantes. Agora, contigo em mim, estou feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Só hoje...sim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(…)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;E para o resto das nossas vidas…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;@ Peregrina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110039652840154739-7419186568747206066?l=um-caminhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/feeds/7419186568747206066/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110039652840154739&amp;postID=7419186568747206066&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/7419186568747206066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/7419186568747206066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/2009/07/nao.html' title='Não!'/><author><name>Peregrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501375433916922351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SJoqC7vmHWI/AAAAAAAAABY/JaWFU9vYn6E/s1600-R/img_inicionovia2007.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SmEeigqnGNI/AAAAAAAAAMo/upB2juU1Jxk/s72-c/Pequena+flor.0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110039652840154739.post-210463609840794674</id><published>2009-07-10T19:56:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T20:01:58.275+01:00</updated><title type='text'>(Sem) Sentidos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SleQAplACRI/AAAAAAAAAMM/IeIShbFbD0s/s1600-h/What_Is_Perfection__by_littlemewhatever.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SleQAplACRI/AAAAAAAAAMM/IeIShbFbD0s/s320/What_Is_Perfection__by_littlemewhatever.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356908622615939346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Ininterruptamente desejo-te. Estás-me entranhado em cada poro e enches-me cada vez mais os sentidos. Em corpo e alma, vivo-te. Olho-te, toco-te, saboreio-te, ouço-te e exalo-te em ânsias de me preencher completamente de ti.&lt;br /&gt;Percorro com o olhar os rostos que se atravessam no meu caminho e procuro em cada um deles o brilho que encontro quando te vejo. Nunca nenhum deles se compara ao teu. Desespero cada vez que a probabilidade de te encontrar aumenta vertiginosamente, mas nunca és tu.&lt;br /&gt;Mas tenho-te comigo. Trago-te em mim, nos meus cinco sentidos e mais além, indelével e profundamente.&lt;br /&gt;Porque mesmo que os meus olhos não vejam o teu sorriso, as minhas mãos não sintam as tuas entrelaçadas, os meus lábios não provem o gosto do teu beijo, os meus ouvidos não ouçam a tua respiração e não cheire o perfume do teu corpo, o meu coração sempre baterá ao ritmo do teu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque já ficou no meu peito, este jeito de te querer tanto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ Peregrina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110039652840154739-210463609840794674?l=um-caminhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/feeds/210463609840794674/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110039652840154739&amp;postID=210463609840794674&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/210463609840794674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/210463609840794674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/2009/07/sem-sentidos.html' title='(Sem) Sentidos'/><author><name>Peregrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501375433916922351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SJoqC7vmHWI/AAAAAAAAABY/JaWFU9vYn6E/s1600-R/img_inicionovia2007.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SleQAplACRI/AAAAAAAAAMM/IeIShbFbD0s/s72-c/What_Is_Perfection__by_littlemewhatever.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110039652840154739.post-7434159922877215085</id><published>2009-05-28T00:08:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T14:39:16.033+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ausência...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/Sh3IY-AH1-I/AAAAAAAAALA/_1rVl-djwqk/s1600-h/ae2bebfc25e3175b6ea5bcc075ef0b24.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/Sh3IY-AH1-I/AAAAAAAAALA/_1rVl-djwqk/s320/ae2bebfc25e3175b6ea5bcc075ef0b24.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340645064417204194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;     A tua ausência dói-me. Dói-me, saber que não te posso tocar agora, quando as minhas mãos reclamam o toque das tuas, quando querem percorrer o teu peito e envolver-te em carícias. Dói-me, não te poder agarrar e tomar-te para mim, com sofreguidão e intensidade, em desejo de não te largar nunca.&lt;br /&gt;   A tua ausência magoa, por me escapares por entre os dedos quando o que quero é ter-te sempre presente, com o teu respirar nos meus cabelos e as tuas mãos ao meu redor.&lt;br /&gt;   E o tempo não passa. Goza comigo quando não estás, ri-se e quase não se move, em trejeitos de ironia por saber que sem ti nada é a mesma coisa.&lt;br /&gt;  A tua ausência fere, quando clamo o teu nome e não ouço resposta, quando o teu sorriso não aparece para me iluminar o dia e o teu olhar não conforta o meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;  Estás ausente, mas consola-me saber que em algum momento irás voltar. Desespera-me não saber quando voltarei a sentir-te em mim, mas o conforto do teu regresso e o calor das nossas recordações alentam a minha espera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  E tu, meu amor, bem que vales a pena…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ Peregrina&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/8110039652840154739-7434159922877215085?l=um-caminhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/feeds/7434159922877215085/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110039652840154739&amp;postID=7434159922877215085&amp;isPopup=true' title='40 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/7434159922877215085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/7434159922877215085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/2009/05/ausencia.html' title='Ausência...'/><author><name>Peregrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501375433916922351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SJoqC7vmHWI/AAAAAAAAABY/JaWFU9vYn6E/s1600-R/img_inicionovia2007.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/Sh3IY-AH1-I/AAAAAAAAALA/_1rVl-djwqk/s72-c/ae2bebfc25e3175b6ea5bcc075ef0b24.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>40</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110039652840154739.post-6424957628722010518</id><published>2009-05-14T23:21:00.022+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T23:41:38.412+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Todas as ruas do Amor..</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rRrdNuOrFz0&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rRrdNuOrFz0&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Se sou tinta, tu és tela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Se sou chuva, és aguarela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Se sou sal, és branca areia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Se sou mar, és maré cheia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Se sou céu, és nuvem nele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Se sou estrela, és de encantar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Se sou noite, és luz para ela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Se sou dia, és o luar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Sou a voz do coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Numa carta aberta ao mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Sou o espelho d`emoção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Do teu olhar profundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Sou um todo num instante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Corpo dado em jeito amante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Sou o tempo que não passa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Quando a saudade me abraça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Beijo o mar,  o vento e a lua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Sou um sol em neve nua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Em todas as ruas do amor&lt;br /&gt;Serás meu e eu serei tua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110039652840154739-6424957628722010518?l=um-caminhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/feeds/6424957628722010518/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110039652840154739&amp;postID=6424957628722010518&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/6424957628722010518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/6424957628722010518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/2009/05/todas-as-ruas-do-amor.html' title='Todas as ruas do Amor..'/><author><name>Peregrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501375433916922351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SJoqC7vmHWI/AAAAAAAAABY/JaWFU9vYn6E/s1600-R/img_inicionovia2007.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110039652840154739.post-7463097548161874290</id><published>2009-03-30T20:16:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T21:51:53.047+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tela Encantada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SdEd8JL9KUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/yHsrFJQ8ok4/s1600-h/83753557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SdEd8JL9KUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/yHsrFJQ8ok4/s400/83753557.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319065553996687682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Tenho uma tela encantada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Com um arco-íris pintado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Pinto o céu e pinto o mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Coloco amor em todo o lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Todos os homens são irmãos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Irmãos que amam e são amados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Onde não existe preconceito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;E os desejos são realizados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Vou pintando e vou criando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Na minha tela encantada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Uma dança de cores e formas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Onde nada é preto, e branco é nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;@Peregrina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Pequeno poema, que fez parte de uma prenda de anos para uma pequenina amorosa. Também do fundinho da gaveta, porque o tempo não dá para mais..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110039652840154739-7463097548161874290?l=um-caminhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/feeds/7463097548161874290/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110039652840154739&amp;postID=7463097548161874290&amp;isPopup=true' title='41 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/7463097548161874290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/7463097548161874290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/2009/03/tela-encantada.html' title='Tela Encantada'/><author><name>Peregrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501375433916922351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SJoqC7vmHWI/AAAAAAAAABY/JaWFU9vYn6E/s1600-R/img_inicionovia2007.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SdEd8JL9KUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/yHsrFJQ8ok4/s72-c/83753557.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>41</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110039652840154739.post-241155573132208071</id><published>2009-03-12T19:25:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-12T19:32:35.285Z</updated><title type='text'>Desejo Inantigível</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SbljFsTFqPI/AAAAAAAAAKw/aX2oDdjXI6o/s1600-h/Pieces_Of_Yesterday_by_littlemewhatever.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SbljFsTFqPI/AAAAAAAAAKw/aX2oDdjXI6o/s200/Pieces_Of_Yesterday_by_littlemewhatever.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312386184901929202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Desejo aquilo que nunca vou alcançar. E por desejar o inatingível, atinjo o desejo de te reencontrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Promessas perdidas, sem solução, memórias de amor, guardadas para sempre, cravadas no coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Partiste para sempre, e eu dei-te razão, mas arde no meu ventre, nos poros da minha pele, a tua recordação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Serás sempre assim, uma brisa que me envolveu, me virou do avesso, me percorreu e se dissipou sem eu poder evitar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Desejo-te assim, desejo inatingível. Mas ver-te sorrir assim, é preferível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Um dia entenderás…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;@Peregrina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Textinho retirado do fundo da gaveta...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110039652840154739-241155573132208071?l=um-caminhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/feeds/241155573132208071/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110039652840154739&amp;postID=241155573132208071&amp;isPopup=true' title='40 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/241155573132208071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/241155573132208071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/2009/03/desejo-inantigivel.html' title='Desejo Inantigível'/><author><name>Peregrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501375433916922351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SJoqC7vmHWI/AAAAAAAAABY/JaWFU9vYn6E/s1600-R/img_inicionovia2007.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SbljFsTFqPI/AAAAAAAAAKw/aX2oDdjXI6o/s72-c/Pieces_Of_Yesterday_by_littlemewhatever.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>40</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110039652840154739.post-4999699839343014729</id><published>2009-03-02T19:41:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-03-03T21:01:33.113Z</updated><title type='text'>Toma...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/Saw4Yn1eMOI/AAAAAAAAAKo/L7tHvGvyYNc/s1600-h/84380326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/Saw4Yn1eMOI/AAAAAAAAAKo/L7tHvGvyYNc/s200/84380326.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308680056424247522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Toma o meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Guarda-o com todo o teu ser, qual tesouro frágil e único, que tens de preservar. Podes ir explorando-o aos poucos, suavemente, com mãos emplumadas e sorrisos suaves, tal qual uma criança quando recebe um novo brinquedo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Apanha-o e leva-o sempre para onde fores, que ele já não sabe ser feliz sem ter o teu por perto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Agarra bem forte este meu bem tão precioso, mas nunca pares de o conquistar, pois ele precisa de ser regado dia-a-dia com o teu brilho para se manter iluminado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Entrego-to, confiando em ti mas sem ter outro remédio, pois ele já te pertence por inteiro, e não me deixa tranquila desde que descobriu que te ama e que não consegue viver sem ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ Peregrina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110039652840154739-4999699839343014729?l=um-caminhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/feeds/4999699839343014729/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110039652840154739&amp;postID=4999699839343014729&amp;isPopup=true' title='39 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/4999699839343014729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/4999699839343014729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/2009/03/toma.html' title='Toma...'/><author><name>Peregrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501375433916922351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SJoqC7vmHWI/AAAAAAAAABY/JaWFU9vYn6E/s1600-R/img_inicionovia2007.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/Saw4Yn1eMOI/AAAAAAAAAKo/L7tHvGvyYNc/s72-c/84380326.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>39</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110039652840154739.post-5553666136919481619</id><published>2009-02-28T21:26:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-02-28T21:45:52.715Z</updated><title type='text'>PS: I love you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://z.about.com/d/movies/1/0/H/S/Q/psiloveyoupic7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 187px;" src="http://z.about.com/d/movies/1/0/H/S/Q/psiloveyoupic7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You didn't seem real to me, at first. I never saw so many colors on one girl before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; you looked like you belong out there all right. You and all your colors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember the first thing you ever said to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;"- I'm lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you didn't look lost. Not to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I had no idea what you were talking about, but I couldn't help love the way you talked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;And we are gonna last. Do you know how I know? Because I still wake up every morning and the first thing I want to do is to see your face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;@ PS I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110039652840154739-5553666136919481619?l=um-caminhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/feeds/5553666136919481619/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110039652840154739&amp;postID=5553666136919481619&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/5553666136919481619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/5553666136919481619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/2009/02/ps-i-love-you.html' title='PS: I love you'/><author><name>Peregrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501375433916922351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SJoqC7vmHWI/AAAAAAAAABY/JaWFU9vYn6E/s1600-R/img_inicionovia2007.gif'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110039652840154739.post-7590812776991664389</id><published>2009-02-25T00:46:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-25T00:53:39.294Z</updated><title type='text'>Apetece-me #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SaSWd1kSMnI/AAAAAAAAAKY/CglxkPZvSUA/s1600-h/10104103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SaSWd1kSMnI/AAAAAAAAAKY/CglxkPZvSUA/s320/10104103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306531700288926322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Apetece-me o teu ser.&lt;/span&gt; Aquele ser maravilhoso, autêntico, corpo e alma, que entrou na minha vida sem pedir licença e permaneceu por se tornar indispensável. Aquele ser que comecei a amar sem dar por isso, e que me ilumina os dias só por existir. Que dizes que é meu e que quero só para mim, por inteiro, cada vez mais, em cada amanhecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Apeteces-me…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E cada palavra em que te escrevo,&lt;br /&gt;engrandece o amor que sinto por ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;@Peregrina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110039652840154739-7590812776991664389?l=um-caminhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/feeds/7590812776991664389/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110039652840154739&amp;postID=7590812776991664389&amp;isPopup=true' title='32 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/7590812776991664389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/7590812776991664389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/2009/02/apetece-me-3.html' title='Apetece-me #3'/><author><name>Peregrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501375433916922351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SJoqC7vmHWI/AAAAAAAAABY/JaWFU9vYn6E/s1600-R/img_inicionovia2007.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SaSWd1kSMnI/AAAAAAAAAKY/CglxkPZvSUA/s72-c/10104103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110039652840154739.post-7198586400739454618</id><published>2009-02-23T22:07:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-02-24T00:00:49.678Z</updated><title type='text'>Apetece-me #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SaMeubZ-HFI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/1ZuiFKayDVA/s1600-h/200297041-003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SaMeubZ-HFI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/1ZuiFKayDVA/s320/200297041-003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306118568952077394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Apetece-me o teu olhar.&lt;/span&gt; Aquele olhar que me percorre inteira, me lê a alma sem pudor e me torna transparente. O olhar que me diz tudo de ti, que procuro em cada esquina e ao qual fico maravilhosamente presa. Os teus olhos, que me olham com carinho, compreensão, travessura, amor, desejo e paixão. Os teus olhos, que brilham comigo,por mim e em mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Apeteces-me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Peregrina&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110039652840154739-7198586400739454618?l=um-caminhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/feeds/7198586400739454618/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110039652840154739&amp;postID=7198586400739454618&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/7198586400739454618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/7198586400739454618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/2009/02/apeteces-me-2.html' title='Apetece-me #2'/><author><name>Peregrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501375433916922351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SJoqC7vmHWI/AAAAAAAAABY/JaWFU9vYn6E/s1600-R/img_inicionovia2007.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SaMeubZ-HFI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/1ZuiFKayDVA/s72-c/200297041-003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110039652840154739.post-7401146167882555599</id><published>2009-02-21T23:48:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-02-24T00:01:00.876Z</updated><title type='text'>Apetece-me #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SaCTzqIYT7I/AAAAAAAAAKI/OPL0pUBDxj0/s1600-h/83080671.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SaCTzqIYT7I/AAAAAAAAAKI/OPL0pUBDxj0/s320/83080671.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305402876734492594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Apetece-me o teu abraço.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Aquele abraço apertado, onde me sinto segura, onde sorrio de felicidade encostada ao teu peito, e te sinto a respiração nos meus cabelos. Que me envolve por inteiro, me aconchega e me protege, me conforta e me sacia. Onde sinto as tuas mãos a rodear-me, onde te puxo para mim numa tentativa de te prender para nunca mais te soltar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apeteces-me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Peregrina&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110039652840154739-7401146167882555599?l=um-caminhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/feeds/7401146167882555599/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110039652840154739&amp;postID=7401146167882555599&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/7401146167882555599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/7401146167882555599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/2009/02/apeteces-me-1.html' title='Apetece-me #1'/><author><name>Peregrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501375433916922351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SJoqC7vmHWI/AAAAAAAAABY/JaWFU9vYn6E/s1600-R/img_inicionovia2007.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SaCTzqIYT7I/AAAAAAAAAKI/OPL0pUBDxj0/s72-c/83080671.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110039652840154739.post-7012740797742320470</id><published>2009-02-17T19:02:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-19T13:59:35.957Z</updated><title type='text'>Sinto-te até aqui...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SZsKiHPp0iI/AAAAAAAAAKA/3QvCuMJgNQY/s1600-h/Yesterday__s_Feelings_by_littlemewhatever.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SZsKiHPp0iI/AAAAAAAAAKA/3QvCuMJgNQY/s320/Yesterday__s_Feelings_by_littlemewhatever.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303844567335424546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-te até aqui.&lt;br /&gt;Tu, que estás do outro lado do arco-íris, que não sentes o meu toque, o meu abraço, o meu beijo. Que não ouves a minha voz, por mais que eu grite com todas as minhas forças.&lt;br /&gt;As minhas forças, que me querem levar ao teu encontro. Para de dois sermos um, um complemento de corpo e alma. Um ser único, unido em amor, e por amor.&lt;br /&gt;Contudo, mesmo longe, tenho a tua luz na palma da minha mão, os nossos momentos no olhar e as tuas palavras no coração. Todos eles me ajudam a seguir em frente, a caminhar em direcção a ti, a amar-te cada vez mais.&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu, deste lado do arco-íris, sempre que as saudades apertam e me sufocam, invoco o teu nome e sinto-te.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-te até aqui… e o tempo pára.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Peregrina&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110039652840154739-7012740797742320470?l=um-caminhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/feeds/7012740797742320470/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110039652840154739&amp;postID=7012740797742320470&amp;isPopup=true' title='43 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/7012740797742320470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/7012740797742320470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/2009/02/sinto-te-ate-aqui.html' title='Sinto-te até aqui...'/><author><name>Peregrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501375433916922351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SJoqC7vmHWI/AAAAAAAAABY/JaWFU9vYn6E/s1600-R/img_inicionovia2007.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SZsKiHPp0iI/AAAAAAAAAKA/3QvCuMJgNQY/s72-c/Yesterday__s_Feelings_by_littlemewhatever.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>43</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110039652840154739.post-7685067872000509202</id><published>2009-02-15T16:41:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-02-15T16:50:11.138Z</updated><title type='text'>Na praia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SZhHKNjxLcI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/vW-V0RqoGzw/s1600-h/praiaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SZhHKNjxLcI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/vW-V0RqoGzw/s320/praiaa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303066801992707522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Uma brisa marinha invade-me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;   Levanto os olhos, contemplo o horizonte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;   Aqui, tudo me parece perfeito, harmonioso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;   Sinto o vento tocar o meu rosto, afagar os meus cabelos, impelindo-os para a frente. Deixo-os livres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;   De repente, com algo premeditado, chega-me, guiada pelo vento, uma pequena pena. Uma, que no meio de tantas outras era insignificante, mas que para mim se tornou especial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;   O mar, na sua grandeza, torna-me pequenina. Tenho vontade de caminhar sobre as águas, até chegar ao outro lado da margem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;   Olho ao meu redor, e vejo um mundo. Pessoas que não conheço de lado algum, saboreando como eu esta harmonia, barcos esperando a sua vez de navegar por entre o oceano. A minha frente, duas pessoas a brincar com a bola. Pai e filho, duas pessoas aparentemente normais, mas que me dizem tanto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;   Deitada, tendo como companhia pequenos grãos de areia, penso no quão privilegiada sou por poder desfrutar de tudo isto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;   Ao escutar a doce melodia que me chega aos ouvidos, apetece-me sorrir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;   Ao descansar a cabeça sobre a toalha, agradeço a Deus por momentos como este.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;   Ao fechar os olhos, sinto-me em paz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;@ Peregrina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[A foto foi tirada por mim, a mim. A pena foi mesmo ter comigo, e ainda se encontra comigo, guardada no meu baú de recordações...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110039652840154739-7685067872000509202?l=um-caminhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/feeds/7685067872000509202/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110039652840154739&amp;postID=7685067872000509202&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/7685067872000509202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/7685067872000509202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/2009/02/na-praia.html' title='Na praia...'/><author><name>Peregrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501375433916922351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SJoqC7vmHWI/AAAAAAAAABY/JaWFU9vYn6E/s1600-R/img_inicionovia2007.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SZhHKNjxLcI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/vW-V0RqoGzw/s72-c/praiaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110039652840154739.post-6602337900640425871</id><published>2009-02-09T20:01:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-09T20:04:08.256Z</updated><title type='text'>A tua mão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SZCMIFLFBCI/AAAAAAAAAJw/gRSqdfmJhgc/s1600-h/Stefan%2520Beutler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 369px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SZCMIFLFBCI/AAAAAAAAAJw/gRSqdfmJhgc/s320/Stefan%2520Beutler.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300890831870559266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero-te. Como todos os dias, assim que te afastas, assim que dizes que são horas de ir. Dói, apesar de saber que voltas no dia seguinte. Ainda bem que voltas…&lt;br /&gt;Espero-te, e espera-te tudo o que me pertence. Os meus olhos, que te procuram a cada esquina, que sorriem quando te encontram, e não te largam depois. O meu corpo, que anseia por um toque teu, que estremece quando ele acontece, e se incendeia de amor quando estás por perto. Todo o meu interior, que se ilumina simplesmente com a tua presença, que acredita ser capaz de tudo só por estares ao meu lado. E as minhas mãos. Ah, as minhas mãos… que sempre procuram as tuas, para um entrelaçar perfeito.&lt;br /&gt;Há sempre perfeição quando as nossas mãos se unem, e com elas, todo o nosso ser. Há conforto, carinho, força, amor, união, respeito, lealdade. Há um desejo de voar para bem longe, onde só tu e eu existíssemos, num mundo só nosso, pintado com as nossas cores, e ao som daquela música que é só nossa.&lt;br /&gt;Com a tua mão na minha, tudo é possível. O mundo sempre prosperará, assim como o nosso amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me a tua mão, amor. Preciso tanto dela agora…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Peregrina&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110039652840154739-6602337900640425871?l=um-caminhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/feeds/6602337900640425871/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110039652840154739&amp;postID=6602337900640425871&amp;isPopup=true' title='38 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/6602337900640425871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/6602337900640425871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/2009/02/tua-mao.html' title='A tua mão'/><author><name>Peregrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501375433916922351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SJoqC7vmHWI/AAAAAAAAABY/JaWFU9vYn6E/s1600-R/img_inicionovia2007.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SZCMIFLFBCI/AAAAAAAAAJw/gRSqdfmJhgc/s72-c/Stefan%2520Beutler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110039652840154739.post-7846542739208467104</id><published>2009-02-03T23:34:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-02-05T12:38:26.119Z</updated><title type='text'>Neste tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SYjYm2MahXI/AAAAAAAAAJo/sDwLVSgdV7E/s1600-h/ab25fee44fc32b74.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SYjYm2MahXI/AAAAAAAAAJo/sDwLVSgdV7E/s320/ab25fee44fc32b74.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298723123495601522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Este tempo, em que as nuvens choram, o céu se une e tudo adquire tons cinzentos, deixa-me nostálgica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Tenho vontade de romper pelas ruas, dar asas à rebeldia que nem sei se tenho, e correr em direcção ao mar. O mar, que me conforta e me embala nos dias em que o meu céu se enche de relâmpagos e trovões, e se emaranha por nuvens densas de preocupação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Não tenho frio, a chuva não me afecta, o vento ajuda a expulsar todas as minhas preocupações por breves instantes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Sou só eu, e o mar. E tu, claro. Sempre tu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Neste tempo, em que as nuvens choram, aqueço-me com a memória do fogo que se incendeia quando os teus lábios tocam nos meus. Conforto-me com a recordação dos teus carinhos, do teu toque no meu corpo, que te pertence por inteiro. Alegro-me, como uma criança a quem lhe dão um doce, com a visão dos teus olhos a olhar nos meus, brilhantes de alegria, que me prendem e me fazem esquecer de tudo ao redor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Neste tempo, deixo-me assim, sossegada, a sentir as ondas banharem as minhas pernas, a contemplar o horizonte e a pensar em ti. Não, desculpa, em nós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Neste tempo, em que as nuvens choram...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Choram, porque não estás aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;@Peregrina&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/8110039652840154739-7846542739208467104?l=um-caminhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/feeds/7846542739208467104/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110039652840154739&amp;postID=7846542739208467104&amp;isPopup=true' title='51 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/7846542739208467104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/7846542739208467104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/2009/02/este-dia.html' title='Neste tempo'/><author><name>Peregrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501375433916922351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SJoqC7vmHWI/AAAAAAAAABY/JaWFU9vYn6E/s1600-R/img_inicionovia2007.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SYjYm2MahXI/AAAAAAAAAJo/sDwLVSgdV7E/s72-c/ab25fee44fc32b74.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>51</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110039652840154739.post-87033755553908549</id><published>2009-02-03T23:14:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-03T23:19:05.234Z</updated><title type='text'>Um à parte...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amigos peregrinos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Constatei que sou uma desnaturada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Recebo sempre com muito carinho todos os selos e prémios que me dão, mas noto que nunca aqui fiz referência ao facto de os ter recebido, nem o quanto me alegro em se lembrarem de mim para os receber. Quero que saibam que os guardo a todos com muito carinho, e cada selo é uma pegadinha a mais na minha caminhada, uma pegadinha carinhosa, e que me ajuda a caminhar mais e mais!&lt;br /&gt;A todos vocês, que me alegram o dia, o meu &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;muito obrigado&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Tenho-os todos arquivados aqui no lado direito, num slide especial, só com as minhas prendinhas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110039652840154739-87033755553908549?l=um-caminhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/87033755553908549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/87033755553908549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/2009/02/um-parte.html' title='Um à parte...'/><author><name>Peregrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501375433916922351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SJoqC7vmHWI/AAAAAAAAABY/JaWFU9vYn6E/s1600-R/img_inicionovia2007.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110039652840154739.post-6452147104910450740</id><published>2009-01-30T15:13:00.008Z</published><updated>2009-02-01T01:20:46.312Z</updated><title type='text'>Desafio [4]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Bom dia alegria :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Pois é, aqui estou para responder a um outro desafio, desta vez carinhosamente proposto pelo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;" href="http://ruifpinto.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pinto.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;O desafio consiste em:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;1. Linkar o blog que me deu o prémio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;2. Escrever as regras no meu blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;3. Contar 6 coisas aleatórias sobre mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;4. Indicar mais 6 blogs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;5. Comentar o blog de quem escolher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;6. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:georgia;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Deixar os indicados saberem quando eu publicar o meu post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Ora.. escolher seis coisas aleatórias sobre mim... que complicado! Escreverei o que me vier primeiro à cabeça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;1. Nunca fiz nenhuma tatuagem nem nenhum piercing, nem desejo vir a fazer;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;2. Nadei pelo Sporting, e fui nadadora de competição até aos 12 anos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;3. Adoro cantar, e desde que aprendi a tocar viola, faço os meus pequenos concertos sozinha no meu quarto, o meu porto de abrigo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;4. Dou muito valor à palavra "amo-te" (talvez até demasiado), e conta-se pelos dedos de uma mão as pessoas a quem disse, e nunca me arrependi;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;5. Já parti 3x o queixo, 2x o joelho esquerdo, 1x o joelho direito e 1x a cabeça (nota-se o quão quietinha eu era em pequena!);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;6. Sempre adorei escrever, desde pequena, e tenho uns poemas realizados na Primária publicados num livro;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Os blogs que escolho são:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;" href="http://perturbacoesdeamor.blogspot.com/"&gt;Miss Kitty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;" href="http://moonwisherblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Moonwisher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;" href="http://coisasdemim.blogspot.com/"&gt;Vilma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;" href="http://coisasquemeapetecemdizer.blogspot.com/"&gt;Soph!a&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;" href="http://plantandoamor.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tatiana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;" href="http://umcontentamentodescontente.blogspot.com/"&gt;TFerreira&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Aproveito para deixar um grande beijinho a todos vocês que carinhosamente visitam o meu blog diariamente, e um obrigada sincero por sempre deixarem aqui as vossas pegadas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Um beijinho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Peregrina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110039652840154739-6452147104910450740?l=um-caminhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/feeds/6452147104910450740/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110039652840154739&amp;postID=6452147104910450740&amp;isPopup=true' title='47 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/6452147104910450740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/6452147104910450740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/2009/01/desafio-4.html' title='Desafio [4]'/><author><name>Peregrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501375433916922351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SJoqC7vmHWI/AAAAAAAAABY/JaWFU9vYn6E/s1600-R/img_inicionovia2007.gif'/></author><thr:total>47</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110039652840154739.post-4085830826996685488</id><published>2009-01-26T19:16:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-01-26T19:23:09.131Z</updated><title type='text'>In the arms of an angel...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SX4NkgfY7YI/AAAAAAAAAJg/jUFag4J3Mwc/s1600-h/3gfd5h5_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SX4NkgfY7YI/AAAAAAAAAJg/jUFag4J3Mwc/s200/3gfd5h5_07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295685132682325378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Há pessoas que só por existirem, fazem o mundo valer a pena. Tu és, sem dúvida, uma delas.&lt;br /&gt;Um gesto, um olhar, uma palavra, um ombro. Confortam e revigoram a minha existência, dando-lhe um outro alento e sentido. Colorindo o preto e branco dos &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;flash’s&lt;/span&gt; do filme que é a minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;Como um anjo, abrigas-me nas tuas asas, e comigo no teu regaço, cantas uma canção que me embala nas noites mais escuras, nos caminhos mais tortuosos.&lt;br /&gt;E contigo, repousada em ti, nada receio. No teu olhar encontro verdade, no teu sorriso felicidade e no teu abraço consolo. Preciso eu de mais alguma coisa, meu amor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me voar contigo, meu anjo. Juntos, alcançaremos o céu…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/U33elKNBoq"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="backColor=666666&amp;amp;primaryColor=cccccc&amp;amp;secondaryColor=333333&amp;amp;linkColor=cccccc"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/U33elKNBoq" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" flashvars="backColor=666666&amp;amp;primaryColor=cccccc&amp;amp;secondaryColor=333333&amp;amp;linkColor=cccccc" width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110039652840154739-4085830826996685488?l=um-caminhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/feeds/4085830826996685488/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110039652840154739&amp;postID=4085830826996685488&amp;isPopup=true' title='58 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/4085830826996685488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/4085830826996685488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-arms-of-angel.html' title='In the arms of an angel...'/><author><name>Peregrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501375433916922351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SJoqC7vmHWI/AAAAAAAAABY/JaWFU9vYn6E/s1600-R/img_inicionovia2007.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SX4NkgfY7YI/AAAAAAAAAJg/jUFag4J3Mwc/s72-c/3gfd5h5_07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>58</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110039652840154739.post-9208994372138209020</id><published>2009-01-26T18:48:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-01-26T19:26:49.780Z</updated><title type='text'>Desafio [3]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Pois é, aqui estou agora, novamente, a responder a um desafio que me foi proposto carinhosamente pela &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" href="http://dani-luis.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fifi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;O desafio consiste no seguinte:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Abrir um livro ao acaso na página 161, ir até à linha 5 e colocar essa frase no blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt; Passar para outros bloguistas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Ora o livro que tenho na minha mesa de cabeceira é, As palavras que nunca te direi, de Nicholas Sparks. (Sim, já o li umas 3x, mas sempre que o releio, encontro sentimentos diferentes!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Indo à página 161, e copiando a linha 5, encontro:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;"Parou, percebendo que não era capaz de pôr em palavras aquilo que sentia."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Uau. Quantos de nós já não passámos por isto?&lt;br /&gt;Nestes casos, não é preciso dizer nada. O olhar fala por si...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS: Quanto ao passar para outros blog's, não o vou fazer. Quem quiser, esteja à vontade para experimentar o que o seu livro lhe tem a dizer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um beijinho a todos,&lt;br /&gt;Peregrina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110039652840154739-9208994372138209020?l=um-caminhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/9208994372138209020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/9208994372138209020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/2009/01/desafio-3.html' title='Desafio [3]'/><author><name>Peregrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501375433916922351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SJoqC7vmHWI/AAAAAAAAABY/JaWFU9vYn6E/s1600-R/img_inicionovia2007.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110039652840154739.post-5597041172043441680</id><published>2009-01-22T19:07:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-22T20:12:35.080Z</updated><title type='text'>Porta aberta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SXjE3IuTEFI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Yf1XUG4N2pk/s1600-h/308551844_f121edb095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SXjE3IuTEFI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Yf1XUG4N2pk/s200/308551844_f121edb095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294197813487538258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A porta está aberta. Sempre esteve, à espera que resolvesses, num acto de pura irreflexão e aventura, entrar por ela adentro, e brindar a minha casa com a tua luz inconfundível.&lt;br /&gt;Aberta, só para ti e para o que representas na minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;Impaciente, aguardando a tua chegada.&lt;br /&gt;Maravilhada, ante a expectativa de tudo de magnifico que trarás com a tua presença.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A porta, é o meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Peregrina&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110039652840154739-5597041172043441680?l=um-caminhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/feeds/5597041172043441680/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110039652840154739&amp;postID=5597041172043441680&amp;isPopup=true' title='50 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/5597041172043441680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/5597041172043441680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/2009/01/porta-aberta.html' title='Porta aberta...'/><author><name>Peregrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501375433916922351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SJoqC7vmHWI/AAAAAAAAABY/JaWFU9vYn6E/s1600-R/img_inicionovia2007.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SXjE3IuTEFI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Yf1XUG4N2pk/s72-c/308551844_f121edb095.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>50</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110039652840154739.post-3664201025810904229</id><published>2009-01-22T18:58:00.008Z</published><updated>2009-02-04T15:38:26.804Z</updated><title type='text'>Desafio [2]</title><content type='html'>Ora bem, nem sei como explicar, se foi distracção, se foi esquecimento, mas o que interessa é que o vi, e estou agora a responder ao desafio proposto pela querida &lt;a href="http://plantandoamor.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tatiana&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O desafio consiste em agarrar numa banda que eu goste, e responder a estas perguntas abaixo, usando apenas músicas dessa banda.&lt;br /&gt;Não é fácil escolher uma banda, e muito menos escolher músicas que respondam bem a estas perguntas mas... vou tentar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora a banda que escolhi foi &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Red Hot Chili Peppers&lt;/span&gt; (Porque são a banda da minha infância!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;És homem ou mulher?&lt;/span&gt; C'mon girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Descreve-te.&lt;/span&gt; Teenager in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;O que é que as pessoas pensam de ti?&lt;/span&gt; Can't stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Como descreves o teu ultimo relacionamento?&lt;/span&gt; Why don't you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Descreve o estado actual da tua relação.&lt;/span&gt; I feel love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Onde querias estar agora? &lt;/span&gt;Behind the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;O que pensas a respeito do amor.&lt;/span&gt; Love Trilogy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Como é a tua vida?&lt;/span&gt; Lovin' and touchin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;O que pedirias se pudesses ter um desejo?&lt;/span&gt; Don't forget me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Escreve uma frase sábia.&lt;/span&gt; Turn it again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como já passou tempo a mais, atrevo-me a infringir as regras, e não passo o desafio para nenhum blog em especial.&lt;br /&gt;Para quem quiser, está à vontade de responder e tentar colocar a sua banda preferida nestas perguntas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110039652840154739-3664201025810904229?l=um-caminhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/3664201025810904229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/3664201025810904229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/2009/01/desafio_22.html' title='Desafio [2]'/><author><name>Peregrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501375433916922351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SJoqC7vmHWI/AAAAAAAAABY/JaWFU9vYn6E/s1600-R/img_inicionovia2007.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110039652840154739.post-2618814108788974083</id><published>2009-01-20T15:12:00.015Z</published><updated>2009-01-20T15:37:35.770Z</updated><title type='text'>Porque hoje estou assim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SXXuMHtG0kI/AAAAAAAAAJA/3UAolpnJDnU/s1600-h/033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SXXuMHtG0kI/AAAAAAAAAJA/3UAolpnJDnU/s200/033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293398829037965890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SXXuA9DLBDI/AAAAAAAAAI4/vz-Y9TE9qL0/s1600-h/16883779_d08b228fc4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SXXuA9DLBDI/AAAAAAAAAI4/vz-Y9TE9qL0/s200/16883779_d08b228fc4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293398637199164466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maravilhada com o brilho do sorriso sincero destes pequeninos anjinhos, que atravessam o meu caminho e me iluminam o dia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SXXt7Q362dI/AAAAAAAAAIw/hh7BRqO_NxY/s1600-h/01_10243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SXXt7Q362dI/AAAAAAAAAIw/hh7BRqO_NxY/s200/01_10243.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293398539441461714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;_______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS:  Um muito obrigada a todos que se preocuparam comigo, devido ao meu último post. Ele continuará sempre presente no meu coração, e aquela cadeira vazia pertencerá sempre a ele. Foi uma pequena "homenagem", a quem muito me deu nesta vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo para todos vocês, meus amigos caminhantes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110039652840154739-2618814108788974083?l=um-caminhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/feeds/2618814108788974083/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110039652840154739&amp;postID=2618814108788974083&amp;isPopup=true' title='29 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/2618814108788974083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/2618814108788974083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/2009/01/porque-hoje-estou-assim.html' title='Porque hoje estou assim...'/><author><name>Peregrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501375433916922351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SJoqC7vmHWI/AAAAAAAAABY/JaWFU9vYn6E/s1600-R/img_inicionovia2007.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SXXuMHtG0kI/AAAAAAAAAJA/3UAolpnJDnU/s72-c/033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110039652840154739.post-8527220118146806435</id><published>2009-01-13T20:28:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-01-14T21:52:31.095Z</updated><title type='text'>Cadeira vazia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SWz9YbT07wI/AAAAAAAAAIU/_oxF7Drw3LE/s1600-h/1625314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SWz9YbT07wI/AAAAAAAAAIU/_oxF7Drw3LE/s320/1625314.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290882258343096066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Ele costumava sentar-se ali. Perto da janela, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;"o Sol ilumina-nos a alma, sabias?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;, com vista para o exterior, mas interessando-se muito mais pelo que se passava no seu mundinho, a sua casa, seu porto de abrigo. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali, na sua cadeira surrada pelo tempo, gasta pelas vivências de quem a utiliza diariamente, imersa de recordações de momentos que apenas ela assistiu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Ali, com a sua bengala, a sua amiga incondicional de anos de apoio e confidências. O seu amor substituto, nas horas de aflição.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali, em conjunto com as paredes desgastadas pelos murmurares dos ventos e com os objectos que compõem aquela sala de emoções, onde pertence por inteiro, porque conquistou esse direito.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dias e dias, anos e anos, a sua presença alegrou e completou aquele espaço. A sua face calma, de quem já nada espera na vida, de quem se alegra com o simples tiquetaque do relógio da parede, que avança lentamente.&lt;br /&gt;Cada batida, uma vitória, um segundo a mais de vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;O seu sorriso de quem já batalhou muito, um sorriso experiente, que adivinha o desenrolar das notas da pauta da vida, pois&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;"esta música, já eu a toquei, minha filha..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cadeira encontra-se, agora, vazia. A janela já não tem ninguém para iluminar, a bengala ninguém para apoiar, e à sala falta-lhe o elemento essencial. O elemento vivo. Ele.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;@Peregrina&lt;/span&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/8110039652840154739-8527220118146806435?l=um-caminhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/feeds/8527220118146806435/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110039652840154739&amp;postID=8527220118146806435&amp;isPopup=true' title='50 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/8527220118146806435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/8527220118146806435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/2009/01/cadeira-vazia.html' title='Cadeira vazia...'/><author><name>Peregrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501375433916922351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SJoqC7vmHWI/AAAAAAAAABY/JaWFU9vYn6E/s1600-R/img_inicionovia2007.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SWz9YbT07wI/AAAAAAAAAIU/_oxF7Drw3LE/s72-c/1625314.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>50</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110039652840154739.post-8284737092035110729</id><published>2009-01-06T21:26:00.012Z</published><updated>2009-01-07T17:45:36.305Z</updated><title type='text'>Um segredo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SWPRMoabHcI/AAAAAAAAAHU/TMfu96iLDkM/s1600-h/a-shimai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SWPRMoabHcI/AAAAAAAAAHU/TMfu96iLDkM/s320/a-shimai.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288300402399976898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;E num desses bons momentos, houve sentimentos a falar por si.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Ele pegou na mão dela: "Sabes Cinderela, eu gosto de ti!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Porque me lembro da minha mãe cantá-la para mim no autocarro a caminho da piscina.&lt;br /&gt;Porque é uma das minhas músicas de sempre e para sempre.&lt;br /&gt;Porque Carlos Paião é Carlos Paião.&lt;br /&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/8110039652840154739-8284737092035110729?l=um-caminhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/feeds/8284737092035110729/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110039652840154739&amp;postID=8284737092035110729&amp;isPopup=true' title='69 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/8284737092035110729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/8284737092035110729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/2009/01/um-segredo.html' title='Um segredo...'/><author><name>Peregrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501375433916922351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SJoqC7vmHWI/AAAAAAAAABY/JaWFU9vYn6E/s1600-R/img_inicionovia2007.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SWPRMoabHcI/AAAAAAAAAHU/TMfu96iLDkM/s72-c/a-shimai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>69</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110039652840154739.post-51008334649256778</id><published>2009-01-02T12:34:00.008Z</published><updated>2009-01-07T17:45:26.695Z</updated><title type='text'>Desafio</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;Bom dia alegria!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A querida &lt;a href="http://nadadenomedatrabalhopensar.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alguém&lt;/a&gt; desafiou-me à "algum" tempo atrás, e aqui estou eu agora para tentar responder da melhor maneira que conseguir! Não ficou esquecido, e demorou, mas aqui estou para retribuir o carinho demonstrado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora o desafio é:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;a) Escrever uma lista de 8 coisas que Sonho fazer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Conhecer Itália &amp;amp; Vaticano a fundo. (Veneza, Roma, Vaticano, aquelas massas, aquela língua romântica que é o italiano (e os italianos!));&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Ter uma casinha com vista para o mar, num local sossegado, que pudesse ser o meu refúgio sempre que necessitasse;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Construir um nível profissional equilibrado, estável, e que, sem ser preciso um exagero, dê para pelo menos viver sem precisar fazer muitas contas até ao fim do mês;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Viajar por todo o mundo, conhecê-lo o mais que puder;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Adoptar uma criança;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Plantar uma árvore, escrever um livro e ter um filho - Trilogia básica da vida, já diz a cultura popular&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fazer muitas pessoas um pouco mais felizes neste Mundo, ajudar a construir u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;m Mundo melhor, sempre mais e mais;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Continuar sempre a sonhar...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Não estão por ordem de preferência, simplesmente fui-me lembrando delas aos poucos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;b) Convidar (obrigar) 8 blogueiros a participar no Desafio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;http://crocodiloescarlate.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://plantandoamor.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://feelingstouch.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://a-minha-nuvem.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://ocorpoequepaga.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;http://pensamanzas.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;http://andarnasnuvens.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://umaanjaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;penas.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;c) Comentar no blogue de quem partiu o desafio&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;d) Comentar no blogue dos blogueiros por mim convidados para que saibam da convocatória&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;e) Mencionar as regras&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quero aproveitar, neste post informal, para vos agradecer a todos, queridos fieís acompanhantes deste meu blog, pelo carinho demonstrado, e por estarem sempre aí, mesmo após as minhas longas ausências &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bloguianas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A todos vós, para aqueles que comentam ou para os que apenas lêem, não desejo um ano 2009 bom, pois ele sozinho não faz nada. Desejo sim, que todos nós, unidos, construamos um ano 2009 repleto de amor, paz, caridade, esperança, amizade, sucesso e diversão! Para vós, tudo aquilo que desejo para mim. Sinceramente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Um beijo e uma flor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Peregrina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SV4R638r-rI/AAAAAAAAAG8/4fAmUnFe4J4/s1600-h/2212759.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SV4R638r-rI/AAAAAAAAAG8/4fAmUnFe4J4/s200/2212759.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286682715728116402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110039652840154739-51008334649256778?l=um-caminhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/feeds/51008334649256778/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110039652840154739&amp;postID=51008334649256778&amp;isPopup=true' title='44 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/51008334649256778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/51008334649256778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/2009/01/desafio.html' title='Desafio'/><author><name>Peregrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501375433916922351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SJoqC7vmHWI/AAAAAAAAABY/JaWFU9vYn6E/s1600-R/img_inicionovia2007.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SV4R638r-rI/AAAAAAAAAG8/4fAmUnFe4J4/s72-c/2212759.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>44</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110039652840154739.post-8605554987202854870</id><published>2008-12-31T00:48:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-01-06T21:20:58.294Z</updated><title type='text'>Regresso da Noite...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SVrC38WxtDI/AAAAAAAAAF8/6fFm8446S2k/s1600-h/4aaa0ffb3d9099045f05dbc32c52affa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SVrC38WxtDI/AAAAAAAAAF8/6fFm8446S2k/s320/4aaa0ffb3d9099045f05dbc32c52affa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285751379022951474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;A noite voltou. Com ela, as recordações que me inundam a mente e a alma. Porque com a escuridão que a noite me traz, vens tu, como uma sombra luminosa a contrastar com o breu. Envolves-me na memória do calor dos teus braços, e confortas-me com a réstia do sabor dos teus lábios que ainda tenho nos meus.&lt;br /&gt;Regressas com a noite, e a nostalgia invade-me. Quero-te aqui comigo, agora, só mais uma vez. Para olhar nos teus olhos e saber que eles só me reflectem a mim, para saber que o seu brilho é de felicidade, por me teres nos teus braços. Entrelaçar as minhas mãos nas tuas, sentir mais uma vez a perfeição da união dos nossos corpos amantes. Tocar nos teus lábios e ter a certeza que eles são apenas meus. Recostar-me no teu peito, ao ritmo da tua respiração, e sentir-me em paz. Beijar-te, e fazer desaparecer o mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Adormeço contigo em mim. Consigo sentir o teu cheiro entranhado na minha pele, misturado com o meu. O nosso cheiro, que é reflexo do nosso amor.&lt;br /&gt;Adormeço contigo em mim, pedindo a Deus que estes momentos aconteçam para toda a eternidade…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Peregrina&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/8110039652840154739-8605554987202854870?l=um-caminhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/feeds/8605554987202854870/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110039652840154739&amp;postID=8605554987202854870&amp;isPopup=true' title='33 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/8605554987202854870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/8605554987202854870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/2008/12/regresso-da-noite.html' title='Regresso da Noite...'/><author><name>Peregrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501375433916922351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SJoqC7vmHWI/AAAAAAAAABY/JaWFU9vYn6E/s1600-R/img_inicionovia2007.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SVrC38WxtDI/AAAAAAAAAF8/6fFm8446S2k/s72-c/4aaa0ffb3d9099045f05dbc32c52affa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110039652840154739.post-7707333943239560109</id><published>2008-11-22T19:27:00.010Z</published><updated>2008-11-22T20:35:45.336Z</updated><title type='text'>I love you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SShscHVlRwI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hFryxI2rV38/s1600-h/confession_of_love___2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SShscHVlRwI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hFryxI2rV38/s320/confession_of_love___2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271582594098874114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt; for giving your heart to me&lt;br /&gt;and trusting me with your pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I love you &lt;/span&gt;for wanting me&lt;br /&gt;and needing me by your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt; for the emotions&lt;br /&gt;I never knew I had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt; for making me smile&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I feel sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt; for your thoughts of me&lt;br /&gt;where I'm always on your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt; for finding that part of me&lt;br /&gt;that I never thought I'd find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt; for the way you are&lt;br /&gt;and for how you make me fell&lt;br /&gt;But most of all &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cuz I know you're mine for real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Encontrei numa viagem pela Internet, e achei lindo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Resolvi partilhar :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Acho que não preciso dizer mais nada, pois nao?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;PPS : Estou realmente muito atafulhada de trabalho... é complicado de vir aqui... muitas vezes vou aos vossos blogs, "leio-vos", mas não tenho tempo para comentar, como vocês merecem. As minhas desculpas por isso... Prometo que assim que tiver mais tempo, irei compensar-vos, tanto em comentários, como em posts "de jeito"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Obrigada por todo o carinho, do fundo do coração!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Um beijo *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110039652840154739-7707333943239560109?l=um-caminhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/feeds/7707333943239560109/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110039652840154739&amp;postID=7707333943239560109&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/7707333943239560109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/7707333943239560109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/2008/11/encontrei-numa-viagem-pela-internet-e.html' title='I love you...'/><author><name>Peregrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501375433916922351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SJoqC7vmHWI/AAAAAAAAABY/JaWFU9vYn6E/s1600-R/img_inicionovia2007.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SShscHVlRwI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hFryxI2rV38/s72-c/confession_of_love___2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110039652840154739.post-4009326609646646796</id><published>2008-11-05T18:48:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-11-05T23:41:54.924Z</updated><title type='text'>O amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SRHq_S7fuGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KeDXPrtWjUk/s1600-h/wwPhotoHands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 235px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SRHq_S7fuGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KeDXPrtWjUk/s320/wwPhotoHands.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265247812506859618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Ainda que eu falasse as línguas dos homens ou até mesmo dos anjos, mas não fosse capaz de amar os outros, não seria mais do que um instrumento de fazer barulho. Se eu tivesse o dom de falar em nome de Deus, e se soubesse os mistérios do futuro e se conhecesse tudo acerca de tudo, mas não amasse os outros, de que me serviria isso? E até mesmo que tivesse fé de forma a poder falar a uma montanha e fazê-la deslocar-se, isso não teria valor algum sem o amor. Ainda que desse tudo aos pobres, ainda que deixasse que me queimassem vivo, mas se não amasse os outros, eu não teria nenhum valor. O amor é paciente e bondoso. Não é invejoso, nem orgulhoso; não é arrogante, nem grosseiro. O amor não exige que se faça o que ele quer. Não é irritadiço e dificilmente suspeita do mal que os outros lhe possam fazer. Nunca fica satisfeito com a injustiça, mas alegra-se com a verdade. O amor nunca desiste, nunca perde a fé, tem sempre esperança e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;persevera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; em todas as circunstâncias. Todos os dons e capacidades especiais que vêm de Deus terminarão um dia, porém, o amor há-de sempre continuar. Um dia, tanto a profecia, como o falar línguas desconhecidas, como a sabedoria espiritual, todos esses dons desaparecerão. Nós agora sabemos muito pouco, mesmo com a ajuda desses dons especiais; e até a pregação mais inspirada é ainda muito imperfeita. Mas quando chegar o que é perfeito, estes dons especiais desaparecerão. É assim: quando eu era criança, falava, pensava, raciocinava como uma criança. Mas quando me tornei adulto deixei as coisas de criança. Da mesma maneira, nós agora compreendemos imperfeitamente as coisas como se estivéssemos a ver um reflexo num espelho de má qualidade; mas um dia virá em que veremos de uma forma completa, face a face. Tudo quanto sei agora é parcial, mas depois verei tudo com clareza, como Deus conhece o interior do meu coração. Há três coisas que hão-de perdurar: a fé, a esperança e o amor; e destas a principal é o amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Coríntios 13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110039652840154739-4009326609646646796?l=um-caminhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/feeds/4009326609646646796/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110039652840154739&amp;postID=4009326609646646796&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/4009326609646646796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/4009326609646646796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/2008/11/o-amor.html' title='O amor...'/><author><name>Peregrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501375433916922351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SJoqC7vmHWI/AAAAAAAAABY/JaWFU9vYn6E/s1600-R/img_inicionovia2007.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SRHq_S7fuGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KeDXPrtWjUk/s72-c/wwPhotoHands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110039652840154739.post-2461167711414974896</id><published>2008-10-02T12:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T21:21:26.800Z</updated><title type='text'>Vivo(-te)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SOS0N2hIKQI/AAAAAAAAAEk/H62iHmOvyzg/s1600-h/Par.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SOS0N2hIKQI/AAAAAAAAAEk/H62iHmOvyzg/s320/Par.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252521215486601474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tua presença é essencial em mim. Como se dela dependesse o passar do tempo, o latejar das horas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso tanto de saber que estás comigo, nem que seja em pensamento. O meu coração vibra, bate mais forte quando alguma parte de ti vem ao meu encontro. Uma simples mensagem no telemóvel, ver-te passar na rua, saber que estás por perto. Apenas isso me basta, para que o meu dia se torne mais luminoso, com mais sentido. Um simples sinal teu faz-me sorrir. Ouvir-te dizer que me amas. Ver o teu olhar brilhante quando olhas para mim. Sentir a tua vontade de estares comigo, e só comigo. Tudo isto faz-me, mais importante do que por fora, sorrir também por dentro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ponteiro do relógio passa tão mais devagar quando não estás por perto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu controlas o meu tempo, inconsciente e invariavelmente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegas até mim. Olhamo-nos. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E o tempo pára…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;@Peregrina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110039652840154739-2461167711414974896?l=um-caminhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/feeds/2461167711414974896/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110039652840154739&amp;postID=2461167711414974896&amp;isPopup=true' title='62 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/2461167711414974896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/2461167711414974896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/2008/10/vivo-te.html' title='Vivo(-te)'/><author><name>Peregrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501375433916922351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SJoqC7vmHWI/AAAAAAAAABY/JaWFU9vYn6E/s1600-R/img_inicionovia2007.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SOS0N2hIKQI/AAAAAAAAAEk/H62iHmOvyzg/s72-c/Par.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>62</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110039652840154739.post-7956405809613098048</id><published>2008-09-21T14:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T15:52:05.970+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Caos para Eros</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;game.. to be [Ser]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sou quem sou&lt;br /&gt;e quero ser.&lt;br /&gt;sei para onde vou (?)&lt;br /&gt;e espero merecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;és quem és…&lt;br /&gt;porque queres ser.&lt;br /&gt;vai lés a lés…&lt;br /&gt;[e]nao penses no ter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(by Fontez - &lt;a href="http://fontez.wordpress.com/"&gt;Don’t panic! The truth is…&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não feches o coração&lt;br /&gt;Se queres ser alguém&lt;br /&gt;E tornar a vida melhor&lt;br /&gt;És um com o mundo&lt;br /&gt;Na alegria ou na dor&lt;br /&gt;Na paz ou na aflição&lt;br /&gt;Sozinho não és nada&lt;br /&gt;Só te completas no outro, teu irmão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(by Fa menor - &lt;a href="http://partilhas-em-fa-m.blogspot.com/"&gt;Partilhas em Fa menor&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada pegada no teu caminhar&lt;br /&gt;Transforma o teu ser, a tua identidade&lt;br /&gt;Abre os olhos, olha ao redor&lt;br /&gt;Ama o teu próximo, ama de verdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fecha os olhos. Pensa em ti….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta é a tua vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Sorri!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(by Peregrina - &lt;a href="http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pedaços de um Caminho&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como complemento, deixar-vos-ei também pequenos excertos de um texto que me diz muito, do Mário Quintana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"Quero sempre poder ter um sorriso estampado no meu rosto, mesmo quando a situação não for muito alegre...&lt;br /&gt;E que esse meu sorriso consiga transmitir paz para os que estiverem ao meu redor."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"Não quero brigar com o mundo, mas se um dia isso acontecer, quero ter forças suficientes para lhe mostrar que o amor existe..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"Quero, um dia, poder dizer às pessoas que nada foi em vão...&lt;br /&gt;Que o amor existe, que vale a pena entregarmo-nos às amizades a às pessoas, que a vida é bela sim, e que eu sempre dei o melhor de mim... e que valeu a pena."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este é um desafio proposto a mim pela querida Fá Menor, e desta forma estou aqui eu, neste momento, a aceitá-lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O desafio consiste em juntar uma estrofe às já colocadas pelos participantes no jogo, e passá-las todas para outro amigo, que por sua vez lhes juntará a sua e assim por diante... formando uma corrente de "Eros num Caos".&lt;br /&gt;Cada participante, se quiser, junta ainda uma mensagem ou complemento/justificação da estrofe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passo agora este desafio à querida &lt;a href="http://feelingstouch.blogspot.com/"&gt;Marta! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um beijinho para todos *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110039652840154739-7956405809613098048?l=um-caminhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/feeds/7956405809613098048/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110039652840154739&amp;postID=7956405809613098048&amp;isPopup=true' title='44 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/7956405809613098048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/7956405809613098048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/2008/09/do-caos-para-eros.html' title='Do Caos para Eros'/><author><name>Peregrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501375433916922351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SJoqC7vmHWI/AAAAAAAAABY/JaWFU9vYn6E/s1600-R/img_inicionovia2007.gif'/></author><thr:total>44</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110039652840154739.post-5868553354377177204</id><published>2008-09-18T19:50:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T21:22:24.392Z</updated><title type='text'>Diferente, eu ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SNKkivWrGfI/AAAAAAAAAEU/PXT5W8qmqUc/s1600-h/06361_38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SNKkivWrGfI/AAAAAAAAAEU/PXT5W8qmqUc/s320/06361_38.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247437432574122482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Manhã interrogativa, céu cinzento, sem nuvens, adivinhando um dia de trabalho árduo, mas necessário. Uma amiga, colega de trabalho, inesperadamente, diz-me que sou diferente. Assim, sem mais nem menos. Olhou-me e disse-mo. Eu, diferente?&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei a pensar nisso. No porquê de ser diferente, se de facto o sou.&lt;br /&gt;Acordo de manhã com um sorriso nos lábios. Um novo dia se levanta, uma nova oportunidade de ser feliz, e de fazer os outros felizes.&lt;br /&gt;Cumprimento todos os que me rodeiam com um “Bom dia, alegria!”, com uma alegria, de facto, sincera.&lt;br /&gt;Passo o tempo nos transportes públicos a fazer o “Sudoku” do jornal que leio todos os dias previamente, e o restante tempo a ler o livro que trago sempre comigo.&lt;br /&gt;Caminho até ao meu destino olhando em frente, atenta às pessoas que passam por mim, atarefadas, apressadas.&lt;br /&gt;Sorrio, concentro-me, converso, zango-me, canso-me, enervo-me, diariamente.&lt;br /&gt;Dou muito valor aos meus amigos, e às pessoas que me rodeiam. Não tenho receio de dizer o quanto gosto deles, e gosto de os surpreender com essas palavras, que profiro quando elas me vêm à cabeça, saindo do coração.&lt;br /&gt;Amo a Deus, sou católica praticante, e não tenho receio algum em dizê-lo. Respeito quem não tenha a mesma fé que eu, com boa disposição.&lt;br /&gt;Não suporto falsidade e sorrisos amarelos. Sou extremamente rabugenta e insuportável quando algo não me corre quando previsto. Mas tento demonstrá-lo só com quem me conhece a fundo. Mas, de preferência, sozinha.&lt;br /&gt;Adoro a minha família. Por ela, faria tudo. Adoro-a, como ela é. Com os seus defeitos todinhos, porque só graças a ela aqui estou.&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de ver a vida de uma forma colorida, sou optimista por Natureza (principalmente no que toca aos outros) e estou sempre disponível para quem necessita de mim, seja para um sorriso, uma conversa, um olhar, ou uma reprimenda.&lt;br /&gt;Estou apaixonada pelo Mundo. Aceito o que ele me traz diariamente, e agradeço a Deus todos os dias por isso.&lt;br /&gt;Sou feliz. Naturalmente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao ser assim, sou diferente? Que seja. Gosto muito de ser assim…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Peregrina&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/8110039652840154739-5868553354377177204?l=um-caminhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/feeds/5868553354377177204/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110039652840154739&amp;postID=5868553354377177204&amp;isPopup=true' title='50 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/5868553354377177204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/5868553354377177204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/2008/09/diferente-eu.html' title='Diferente, eu ?'/><author><name>Peregrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501375433916922351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SJoqC7vmHWI/AAAAAAAAABY/JaWFU9vYn6E/s1600-R/img_inicionovia2007.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SNKkivWrGfI/AAAAAAAAAEU/PXT5W8qmqUc/s72-c/06361_38.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>50</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110039652840154739.post-5871005580340712571</id><published>2008-09-15T19:51:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T21:22:45.385Z</updated><title type='text'>Agora...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SM6vCZHVb9I/AAAAAAAAAEM/CGYnz9OW3rw/s1600-h/85%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SM6vCZHVb9I/AAAAAAAAAEM/CGYnz9OW3rw/s320/85%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246323071569457106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beija-me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como se nada mais importasse.&lt;br /&gt;Como se o mundo lá fora parasse para nos ver amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Peregrina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Peço desculpa pela ausência, agora com o começo da rotina, o tempo torna-se mais escasso. Amanhã colocarei mais um pedacinho meu, se tudo correr bem. E sim, a foto, para variar hoje, é da minha autoria. E sou eu mesma. :) ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Como partilha, deixo aqui o meu e-mail, no lado direito. Estou disponível para acolher cada pedacinho vosso que queiram partilhar comigo.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110039652840154739-5871005580340712571?l=um-caminhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/feeds/5871005580340712571/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110039652840154739&amp;postID=5871005580340712571&amp;isPopup=true' title='33 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/5871005580340712571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/5871005580340712571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/2008/09/agora.html' title='Agora...'/><author><name>Peregrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501375433916922351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SJoqC7vmHWI/AAAAAAAAABY/JaWFU9vYn6E/s1600-R/img_inicionovia2007.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SM6vCZHVb9I/AAAAAAAAAEM/CGYnz9OW3rw/s72-c/85%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110039652840154739.post-2970077366315335872</id><published>2008-09-11T11:53:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T21:23:01.497Z</updated><title type='text'>Um pulsar de mil pensamentos..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SMj5P04O2VI/AAAAAAAAAEE/BlkFdBgkhfI/s1600-h/200612110243-739.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SMj5P04O2VI/AAAAAAAAAEE/BlkFdBgkhfI/s320/200612110243-739.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244715816360794450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um pulsar de mil pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;Me invade a mente noite e dia&lt;br /&gt;Em busca de critérios ordenados&lt;br /&gt;Ansiando uma lógica indefinida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preenche-me a alma em totalidade&lt;br /&gt;Liberta-me daquilo que me atormenta&lt;br /&gt;Doce veneno entranhado na pele&lt;br /&gt;Que a suave poesia da música fomenta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulsar de ideias, de reflexões&lt;br /&gt;Pensamentos de ira e felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Que me completam e me transformam&lt;br /&gt;Que constituem a minha identidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Peregrina&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110039652840154739-2970077366315335872?l=um-caminhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/feeds/2970077366315335872/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110039652840154739&amp;postID=2970077366315335872&amp;isPopup=true' title='54 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/2970077366315335872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/2970077366315335872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/2008/09/um-pulsar-de-mil-pensamentos.html' title='Um pulsar de mil pensamentos..'/><author><name>Peregrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501375433916922351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SJoqC7vmHWI/AAAAAAAAABY/JaWFU9vYn6E/s1600-R/img_inicionovia2007.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SMj5P04O2VI/AAAAAAAAAEE/BlkFdBgkhfI/s72-c/200612110243-739.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>54</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110039652840154739.post-7186322517595249869</id><published>2008-09-08T10:16:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T21:23:27.849Z</updated><title type='text'>Olhar sem destino...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SMTv1EFX8QI/AAAAAAAAAD8/G8MAd2QXs9o/s1600-h/a+olhar+o+mar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SMTv1EFX8QI/AAAAAAAAAD8/G8MAd2QXs9o/s320/a+olhar+o+mar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243579561074487554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhar perdido no além do visível&lt;br /&gt;Avança pelo horizonte, desnorteado&lt;br /&gt;Afunda-se na brisa, afoga-se no mar&lt;br /&gt;Apenas pelo facto de não estares a meu lado.&lt;br /&gt;Este meu olhar que dizias que era teu&lt;br /&gt;E que agora te pertence de corpo e alma&lt;br /&gt;Está carregado de tudo quanto vivemos:&lt;br /&gt;Amor, paixão, mistério e calma.&lt;br /&gt;Aqui ficarei eu, apenas vagueando&lt;br /&gt;Em busca de um novo rumo a seguir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desejos e dúvidas? Levou-os o vento&lt;br /&gt;Quando a tua alma desejou partir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ficou apenas da tua fuga imprevisível&lt;br /&gt;O olhar perdido no além do visível&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Peregrina&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110039652840154739-7186322517595249869?l=um-caminhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/feeds/7186322517595249869/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110039652840154739&amp;postID=7186322517595249869&amp;isPopup=true' title='32 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/7186322517595249869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/7186322517595249869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/2008/09/olhar-sem-destino.html' title='Olhar sem destino...'/><author><name>Peregrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501375433916922351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SJoqC7vmHWI/AAAAAAAAABY/JaWFU9vYn6E/s1600-R/img_inicionovia2007.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SMTv1EFX8QI/AAAAAAAAAD8/G8MAd2QXs9o/s72-c/a+olhar+o+mar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110039652840154739.post-4873190179195666424</id><published>2008-09-05T20:38:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T21:23:48.760Z</updated><title type='text'>It's a rainy day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SMGLE9I2GAI/AAAAAAAAADs/3XCxo-picmg/s1600-h/Rainy+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SMGLE9I2GAI/AAAAAAAAADs/3XCxo-picmg/s320/Rainy+day.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242624358483367938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de dias de chuva. Da frescura, da humidade, até da nostalgia. Apenas o murmúrio que ela provoca nas minhas janelas faz-me reflectir, meditar, acalma-me. Gosto de a ouvir tocar no solo, de observar o modo como ele se vai preenchendo suavemente. Senti-la lá fora, e estar cá dentro. Contigo. Agarrada a ti, como se de duas gotinhas nos tratássemos.&lt;br /&gt;Estar contigo, abrigada nos teus braços, encostada no teu peito, sentindo a tua respiração. Contigo, sentindo-me protegida, tranquila como uma pequena nuvem num dia de Sol.&lt;br /&gt;Nessas alturas, apetece-me segurar-te na mão, sair para a rua, e voar. Voar contigo, através da chuva, em direcção às nuvens. E aí, sentir-me livre, mas acompanhada. Vencer os limites da realidade humana, e imaginar que tudo posso. Ver de cima tudo o que toco diariamente. E construir nas alturas o nosso palácio encantado. Onde somos, vivemos e sentimos o que quisermos. Depois, descer de volta a casa, transpondo o arco-íris, e cantarmos molhados o quanto somos felizes por (nos) amarmos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, é um dia de chuva. Vamos voar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Coincidência ou não, começou a chover agorinha mesmo. Uau. Ainda bem que não escrevi sobre terramotos!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Peregrina&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110039652840154739-4873190179195666424?l=um-caminhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/feeds/4873190179195666424/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110039652840154739&amp;postID=4873190179195666424&amp;isPopup=true' title='35 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/4873190179195666424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/4873190179195666424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/2008/09/gosto-de-dias-de-chuva.html' title='It&apos;s a rainy day..'/><author><name>Peregrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501375433916922351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SJoqC7vmHWI/AAAAAAAAABY/JaWFU9vYn6E/s1600-R/img_inicionovia2007.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SMGLE9I2GAI/AAAAAAAAADs/3XCxo-picmg/s72-c/Rainy+day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110039652840154739.post-1409151532062406609</id><published>2008-09-04T10:28:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T21:24:12.704Z</updated><title type='text'>Decisão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SL-qpXZID_I/AAAAAAAAADk/C0aBAajBDuw/s1600-h/Freedom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SL-qpXZID_I/AAAAAAAAADk/C0aBAajBDuw/s320/Freedom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242096118913306610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olho para trás e recordo tudo o que fiz ontem. Olho para a frente, e espera-me exactamente a mesma coisa.&lt;br /&gt;Todos os meus dias são rotineiros. Nada me aparece de inesperado, nada que me faça dizer que esse dia sim, foi especial.&lt;br /&gt;A minha vida passa, sem que eu me aperceba da passagem dos dias, do avançar do tempo. Passa assim, num movimento uniforme e desprovido de emoções, como se eu fosse um simples espelho, que se limita a reflectir a vida dos outros, sem viver a sua própria vida.&lt;br /&gt;Não posso continuar assim, tenho de calcar novas pegadas, construir o meu próprio e novo destino, recomeçar do zero, e assim fazer da minha vida uma vida mais intensa, mais forte, que me dê vontade de seguir em frente.&lt;br /&gt;Não quero ser como uma flor, que depois de arrancada da sua raiz, se vê limitada, às custas de quem a comprou com umas míseras moedas, de um lado para o outro, sem poder controlar o seu próprio caminho.&lt;br /&gt;Não, eu não vou ser como ela. Eu vou ditar o meu próprio destino!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Peregrina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Nota: Textinho retirado do fundo da gaveta. Feito há uns 2 anos atrás. E, cá para nós que ninguém nos ouve, acho que nutriu efeito!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110039652840154739-1409151532062406609?l=um-caminhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/feeds/1409151532062406609/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110039652840154739&amp;postID=1409151532062406609&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/1409151532062406609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/1409151532062406609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/2008/09/deciso.html' title='Decisão'/><author><name>Peregrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501375433916922351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SJoqC7vmHWI/AAAAAAAAABY/JaWFU9vYn6E/s1600-R/img_inicionovia2007.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SL-qpXZID_I/AAAAAAAAADk/C0aBAajBDuw/s72-c/Freedom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110039652840154739.post-2414413021931118902</id><published>2008-09-03T12:07:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T21:24:31.276Z</updated><title type='text'>Despedidas..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SL5wIkyQnlI/AAAAAAAAADc/amQgqXc_MYk/s1600-h/1_1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SL5wIkyQnlI/AAAAAAAAADc/amQgqXc_MYk/s200/1_1024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241750308921581138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despedidas são assim...&lt;br /&gt;Uma ferida que se crava no peito de quem perdeu...&lt;br /&gt;Um desfecho de uma história que ninguém profetizou...&lt;br /&gt;Um começo de noite sem luz...&lt;br /&gt;Uma ferida que dói sem derramar sangue...&lt;br /&gt;Uma angústia que ninguém consegue parar...&lt;br /&gt;Um sufoco preso que nos impede de chorar...&lt;br /&gt;Chorar? Mas porquê chorar?&lt;br /&gt;Milhares de lágrimas derramadas... Muitas mais por derramar...&lt;br /&gt;Sentimento de culpa? Arrependimento? Ou apenas tristeza?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despedidas, que vêm sem o termos pedido...Apenas vêm...&lt;br /&gt;E tiram-nos um pouco do que melhor temos...&lt;br /&gt;E assim, destroem-nos o corpo e a alma, provocam um vendaval de sentimentos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas sentimentos tristes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despedidas doem...a alma desaba...&lt;br /&gt;Um grito sai do peito e aflora à garganta...E tudo porquê?&lt;br /&gt;É o destino, a "sina" que todos nós estamos predestinados a ter,&lt;br /&gt;Ou será infeliz coincidência?&lt;br /&gt;Isso, ninguém sabe...&lt;br /&gt;Só existe uma certeza...Despedidas são assim...&lt;br /&gt;E ninguém as pode impedir... Só nos resta tentar ultrapassar...&lt;br /&gt;Tentar seguir em frente, percorrer o nosso caminho...&lt;br /&gt;Até chegarmos a um dia...O dia em que nós mesmos vamos despedir-nos...&lt;br /&gt;Despedir-nos de tudo e de todos...&lt;br /&gt;E aí, no mundo, vai haver alguém, que vai sentir por nós o mesmo que nós sentimos outrora...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sentimento de uma despedida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Peregrina&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110039652840154739-2414413021931118902?l=um-caminhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/feeds/2414413021931118902/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110039652840154739&amp;postID=2414413021931118902&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/2414413021931118902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/2414413021931118902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/2008/09/despedidas-so-assim.html' title='Despedidas..'/><author><name>Peregrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501375433916922351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SJoqC7vmHWI/AAAAAAAAABY/JaWFU9vYn6E/s1600-R/img_inicionovia2007.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SL5wIkyQnlI/AAAAAAAAADc/amQgqXc_MYk/s72-c/1_1024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110039652840154739.post-3256521464381584144</id><published>2008-09-01T12:07:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T21:24:46.639Z</updated><title type='text'>Tu, meu refúgio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.gruponogues.com.br/up/g/gr/blog.gruponogues.com.br/img/Flower_of_Carnage_by_thegirlinthebigbox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 227px;" src="http://blog.gruponogues.com.br/up/g/gr/blog.gruponogues.com.br/img/Flower_of_Carnage_by_thegirlinthebigbox.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me guiar-te. Levar-te numa longa viagem pelo meu interior, pela minha alma, pelo meu espírito.&lt;br /&gt;Dar-te a conhecer o que sou cá dentro, o que não revelo a ninguém, o que não sou capaz de deixar transparecer.&lt;br /&gt;Levar-te, de mansinho, ao meu coração, que é frágil como uma suave flor, que se desmancha ao mais leve toque do vento.&lt;br /&gt;Conduzir-te através da confusão que reina cá dentro, que não me deixa por vezes transmitir o que realmente sinto.&lt;br /&gt;Porque só tu o podes fazer.&lt;br /&gt;Porque só tu consegues organizar a minha alma e o meu coração. Eles são inteiramente teus, sabes?&lt;br /&gt;Porque só tu tens um refúgio para esta delicada flor que só se consegue abrigar em ti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Peregrina&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110039652840154739-3256521464381584144?l=um-caminhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/feeds/3256521464381584144/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110039652840154739&amp;postID=3256521464381584144&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/3256521464381584144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/3256521464381584144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/2008/09/tu-meu-refgio.html' title='Tu, meu refúgio'/><author><name>Peregrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501375433916922351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SJoqC7vmHWI/AAAAAAAAABY/JaWFU9vYn6E/s1600-R/img_inicionovia2007.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110039652840154739.post-8616968233513587813</id><published>2008-08-29T12:54:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T21:25:05.576Z</updated><title type='text'>Imagens do Passado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SLfkO8f63VI/AAAAAAAAADU/vYqOcLqSyT0/s1600-h/casaabandonada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SLfkO8f63VI/AAAAAAAAADU/vYqOcLqSyT0/s200/casaabandonada.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239907636878171474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casa caiada de branco&lt;br /&gt;Tinta a escorrer, gasta pelo tempo&lt;br /&gt;Memórias incrustadas nos tijolos&lt;br /&gt;Murmúrios levados pelo vento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folhas caídas num chão lamacento&lt;br /&gt;Pisadas por tais antepassados&lt;br /&gt;Que outrora livres e felizes&lt;br /&gt;Preenchiam os lugares agora abandonados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casa caiada de branco&lt;br /&gt;Que tem apenas por companhia&lt;br /&gt;O vento, o sopro, a brisa do mar,&lt;br /&gt;Os animais cantando em suave melodia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quem a habitaria?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Peregrina&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110039652840154739-8616968233513587813?l=um-caminhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/feeds/8616968233513587813/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110039652840154739&amp;postID=8616968233513587813&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/8616968233513587813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/8616968233513587813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/2008/08/imagens-do-passado.html' title='Imagens do Passado'/><author><name>Peregrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501375433916922351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SJoqC7vmHWI/AAAAAAAAABY/JaWFU9vYn6E/s1600-R/img_inicionovia2007.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SLfkO8f63VI/AAAAAAAAADU/vYqOcLqSyT0/s72-c/casaabandonada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110039652840154739.post-6719276448330532363</id><published>2008-08-20T18:41:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T21:25:20.403Z</updated><title type='text'>Chegaste, e ficaste.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quando passaste por mim pela primeira vez, nem desconfiava que irias ficar para sempre.&lt;br /&gt;Quando chegaste, trazias no olhar um misto de curiosidade, aventura e fulgor. No sorriso, uma sinceridade luminosa que resplandecia tudo ao redor. Nos gestos e atitudes, uma confiança segura de quem não teme a vida nem o que ela poderá trazer.&lt;br /&gt;Chegaste, e viraste a minha vida, com um vendaval de emoções e desafios, sem um aviso prévio nem chamada de atenção. Sem eu sequer notar, e sem que pudesse evitar.&lt;br /&gt;E ao chegares, ficaste. Permaneceste. Tornaste-te uma peça essencial na minha vida, e como uma pétala que compõe a flor, embelezaste-me a vida e tornaste-a iluminada. Trouxeste mais alegria à minha vida e percebi que, apesar de já ser muito feliz, uma parte de mim ainda não estava completamente satisfeita. E completei-me com a tua presença.&lt;br /&gt;Agora, caminhamos juntos numa mesma direcção, deixo-me levar pela tua doçura, pelo nosso amor e, com todas as minhas forças, agradeço por existires. E por existires em mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Peregrina&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110039652840154739-6719276448330532363?l=um-caminhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/feeds/6719276448330532363/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110039652840154739&amp;postID=6719276448330532363&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/6719276448330532363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/6719276448330532363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/2008/08/chegaste-e-ficaste.html' title='Chegaste, e ficaste.'/><author><name>Peregrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501375433916922351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SJoqC7vmHWI/AAAAAAAAABY/JaWFU9vYn6E/s1600-R/img_inicionovia2007.gif'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110039652840154739.post-9193091935975810754</id><published>2008-08-16T17:01:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T21:25:35.887Z</updated><title type='text'>Sinto-me... Sinto-te</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nataliesantos.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/coracao2tf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://nataliesantos.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/coracao2tf.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   Sinto-me e sinto-te, como se estivesses em mim, cravado no meu peito e em cada pedacinho meu, sem nunca poderes sair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   Nunca.&lt;br /&gt;Como se, afinal, sempre lá tivesses estado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   A cada passo que dou, noto a tua presença em todo o lado, junto a mim, caminhando comigo. A tua influência no prosseguir da minha jornada, nas minhas escolhas diárias.&lt;br /&gt;Estás dentro de mim, de uma maneira tão profunda, que o meu coração pulsa ao ritmo do teu toque em mim. Ele, que bate descompassado quando te aproximas, e se agonia quando te vais embora. Que vive e se alimenta de ti.&lt;br /&gt;De uma forma tão mágica, que os meus olhos te procuram incessantemente por entre a multidão, e brilham quando te encontram. E não se conseguem afastar depois.&lt;br /&gt;Tão verdadeiramente, que só eu sei quem realmente és, o que desejas, o que temes, o que sentes, do que necessitas.  E, sendo recíproco, só tu me conheces a fundo, só tu sabes a direcção que o meu sangue toma no interior do meu coração. A direcção que me faz feliz. A tua direcção.&lt;br /&gt;E isto, nem sabes o quando me reconforta...e me faz sentir completa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tão completa, meu amor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Peregrina&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110039652840154739-9193091935975810754?l=um-caminhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/feeds/9193091935975810754/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110039652840154739&amp;postID=9193091935975810754&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/9193091935975810754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/9193091935975810754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/2008/08/sinto-me-sinto-te.html' title='Sinto-me... Sinto-te'/><author><name>Peregrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501375433916922351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SJoqC7vmHWI/AAAAAAAAABY/JaWFU9vYn6E/s1600-R/img_inicionovia2007.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110039652840154739.post-4232583923959215666</id><published>2008-08-14T11:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T11:33:43.597+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pegadas na Areia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://doceeamargo.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/pegadas-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://doceeamargo.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/pegadas-00.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma noite tive um sonho...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhei que andava a passear na praia com o Senhor, e no firmamento passavam cenas da minha vida.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de cada cena que passava, percebi que ficavam dois pares de pegadas na areia: um era o meu e o outro era do Senhor.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando a última cena passou diante de nós, olhei para trás, para as pegadas na areia, e notei que muitas vezes, no caminho da minha vida, havia apenas um par de pegadas na areia.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notei também que isso aconteceu nos momentos mais difíceis e angustiosos do meu viver. Isso aborreceu-me deveras e perguntei então ao Senhor:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Senhor, Tu disseste-me que, uma vez que resolvi seguir-Te, andarias sempre comigo, em todos os caminhos. Contudo, notei que durante as maiores tribulações que vivi, havia apenas um par de pegadas na areia. Não compreendo porque é que, nas horas em que eu mais necessitava de Ti, Tu me deixaste sozinho.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Senhor respondeu-me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Meu querido filho, jamais te deixaria nas horas da prova e do sofrimento. Quando viste na areia apenas um par de pegadas, eram as minhas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Foi exactamente aí que peguei em ti ao colo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque adoro este texto, resolvi partilhá-lo convosco.&lt;br /&gt;E porque amanhã é feriado, dia da Assunção de Maria! Fim-de-semana prolongado!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110039652840154739-4232583923959215666?l=um-caminhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/feeds/4232583923959215666/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110039652840154739&amp;postID=4232583923959215666&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/4232583923959215666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/4232583923959215666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/2008/08/pegadas-na-areia.html' title='Pegadas na Areia'/><author><name>Peregrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501375433916922351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SJoqC7vmHWI/AAAAAAAAABY/JaWFU9vYn6E/s1600-R/img_inicionovia2007.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110039652840154739.post-6206598270392992544</id><published>2008-08-12T09:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T10:05:28.734+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Como eu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bitaites.org/wp-content/uploads/photos/2006/dez/06/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://bitaites.org/wp-content/uploads/photos/2006/dez/06/01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Detesto&lt;br /&gt;Melgas!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: revolta natural depois de acordar às 6 da manhã com um zzzz irritante. Andei com um livro na mão na caça-à-melga, mas o raio do bicho é esperto e cada vez que acendia a luz, desaparecia da minha vista.&lt;br /&gt;Acabei por ir para a sala, dormir para o sofá (onde também havia uma melga, mas que facilmente identifiquei e matei, sem dó nem piedade, com a minha super esfregona). Depois, voltei para o quarto, na esperança que ela já não estivesse lá (tinha deixado a luz da cozinha acesa, para ver se a atraía).. e, quando estava quase quase a deixar-me dormir de novo... zzzzz nos meus ouvidos !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Desisti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resumindo e fazendo balanço final:&lt;br /&gt;- 2 melgas achadas&lt;br /&gt;- 1 morta&lt;br /&gt;- 1 irritantemente ainda viva e no meu quarto algures&lt;br /&gt;- depois das 6, meia hora de descanso na sala&lt;br /&gt;- muito, muito sono&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110039652840154739-6206598270392992544?l=um-caminhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/feeds/6206598270392992544/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110039652840154739&amp;postID=6206598270392992544&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/6206598270392992544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/6206598270392992544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/2008/08/como-eu.html' title='Como eu...'/><author><name>Peregrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501375433916922351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SJoqC7vmHWI/AAAAAAAAABY/JaWFU9vYn6E/s1600-R/img_inicionovia2007.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110039652840154739.post-7169968052826789963</id><published>2008-08-06T16:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T14:43:02.063+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O início...</title><content type='html'>Um início de um blog... Como todos os inícios, nunca se sabe o que trará, a que conduzirá, a quem tocará, quem o lerá, que destino irá tomar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um início de um blog, sem tema definido, sem estrutura lógica, sem pré-definições.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um início de um blog... inteiramente meu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8110039652840154739-7169968052826789963?l=um-caminhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/feeds/7169968052826789963/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8110039652840154739&amp;postID=7169968052826789963&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/7169968052826789963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8110039652840154739/posts/default/7169968052826789963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://um-caminhar.blogspot.com/2008/08/pedaos-de-um-caminho.html' title='O início...'/><author><name>Peregrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06501375433916922351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irKlnzIhjcg/SJoqC7vmHWI/AAAAAAAAABY/JaWFU9vYn6E/s1600-R/img_inicionovia2007.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry></feed>
